Angel fussed with her purple and pink hair in the back of the town car. Angel was the techno-color counterpart to Onyx’ all black femme-fatal look. Her hair had bright purple roots that faded down to washed out pink tips as if she stole her hair from a little pony toy. She wore hot pink and white studded cropped halter top, and black glittery hot pants. The outfit barely qualified as clothing, but with her flawlessly tight body, she looked like she had walked straight off the runway up to the club door.
The car dropped the girls off in front of Envy. The line to get in the club was nearly two blocks long. Not an uncommon occurrence for the hottest new club to hit South Beach. Onyx took a look down the dauntingly long line filled with beautiful woman and equally as attractive men, impatiently waiting to get in at the mercy of a man the size of a silver back gorilla, with half the intelligence and personality. He would look them over one by one with his small flash light, check his clipboard, evaluate their worthiness to enter, and shake his head yes or no.
“Can’t we just go to Love? There is never a line at Love,” Onyx pleaded with her friend. The thought of waiting hours in the line only to be turned away at the door for not being hot enough wasn’t exactly what she had in mind for her night of freedom.
“There is never a line at Love because no one would be caught dead there. It hasn’t been hot in almost a year, you know that. Not to mention in this new outfit, so help me god, I’m getting noticed.” There was no use arguing, Angel always wins. She noticed the defeated look on her friends face. “Don’t worry, honey. You know I don’t do lines.”
Sure enough, the pair didn’t go anywhere near the line. Angel marched up to the bouncer, her five inch stilettos clicking on the pavement with each step, and she tapped the muscle-bound man on his gigantic shoulder.
“End of the line,” his voice boomed, not even looking up from his clipboard.
“Now that’s no way to talk to your favorite patron,” Angel purred.
The door man turned, his steely expression cracked revealing the slightest of smiles. Onyx couldn’t decide what was more intimidating: his grimace or his smile.
“Sorry,” he said as he nodded his head towards the entrance letting the girls into the club, much to the protest of the legions of people waiting in line. Angel balanced on her tip-toes and planted a gentle kiss on the giant’s cheek before heading in.
The bass from the speakers hit Onyx as they made their way through the dimly lit, snake print covered corridor that led from the front door into the heart of Envy. She could feel the beat pound in her chest causing her pulse to quicken. The rest of the noise flooded in as she ventured further into the club. The corridor gave way to a massive courtyard thronged with bodies dancing on the floor. Envy had two levels with an open ceiling the same size and shape as the dance floor below. The lower level had three bars along the walls, leaving the forth wall for the DJ booth and stage. The upper level, the VIP sections, was a ring around the building, giving both a perfect view of the people below and the beautiful night sky above. Portions were sectioned off with dark green velvet curtains. Body painted dancers swung through the open space on the second level, suspended by cables. Green, yellow, and purple lights shot up from the ground floor, giving the entire club a mysterious, carnival like glow.
For Onyx Bay, what started as a cathartic ink session takes an unexpected turn when a specialized blood test at the tattoo parlor reveals her true identity, which threatens to turn her entire world upside down.
When Onyx learns that she is the descendant of a fantastical race of creatures who control the global elements, she discovers that her own blood makes her a valuable prize for competing forces, known as the Orders. As the truth about her bloodline spreads, she finds herself at the center of a supernatural bounty hunt pursued by both human and creature members of the Orders willing to do anything to claim her as their own. The hunt intensifies when a prophet foresees she will tip the balance of power and upset the peace among the Orders. As she attempts to evade capture and survive, Onyx is forced to choose between her humanistic past and a supernatural destiny in order to take control of her own future.
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Genre - Urban Fantasy
Rating – PG – 13
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