Chapter One

Call Me When You're Sober

Victoria sat at the bar with a beer in one hand and her cell phone in the other. She was waiting for one of her school friends to show up but it didn't look like he would. Typical. It was just like Joey to make plans and then bail at the last minute. Victoria sat down the beer, no longer caring that she had made it past the bartender with her fake ID, it was kind of sad anyway.

"Witches and vampires!" A voice lulled through the room, it reminded Victoria of King Pin from the Dare Devil movie. "Please keep your wands and fangs to yourself and give a big welcome to Bloodless Night!"

The crowd went crazy, screaming and woot-ing as the lights went out. When the music started three lights came on, one blue, one green, one white. All focused on the singer.

She looked as though she was only about twenty, with raven black hair past her shoulders and a body any goddess would curse her for. She was wearing a white dress that hugged her softly around the torso and waist and then flowered out at the bottom. Little dots had been splattered over the top most part of the dress, which looked like blood. All in all, she was hot! Victoria found herself snaking her way through the body of hard rockers, trying to get a closer look.

She had made it about half way when someone grabbed her arm. Turning, Victoria readied her left fist to punch, but didn't need to.

"Hey, thought you said you'd wait at the bar?" Joey called over the music. His baby blues glancing between Victoria and the Bloodless Night singer.

"I thought you had backed out!" Victoria replied, raising her voice.

"No, I had to throw off the folks," Joey smiled. He was without a doubt the hottest guy at her school. With his golden locks and baby blues. He was also a head taller than most of the other boys. Yet as Victoria looked him over, she wished she wasn't on a date with him. "Wanna dance?" He asked, wiggling his shoulders with the music.

"I have to use the bathroom." Victoria said, in hopes to get away from him.

"What?"

"I HAVE TO…" The music stopped suddenly, Victoria thanked herself for knowing the song would do so. "I have to use the bathroom. I'll be back in a minute." She whispered, smiling sweetly.

"Okay, I'll get us something to drink." Joey smiled back. Victoria may not have been the hottest girl in school, but she did have a beauty most girls couldn't copy- no matter how much they tried. Boys seemed drawn to her sulkiness.

Quickly, Victoria turned and headed towards the bathrooms, entering the one labeled 'Witches' in hopes that the owners were stupid enough to think only women were witches. Winner.

The bathroom was well lit. With four stalls, two sinks, and cobwebs hanging from the ceiling as decoration. Victoria went over to the sinks, having lied about needing the bathroom. The mirror showed her the way everyone else saw her. Pale skin, bright eyes, and curly hair. She wished silently that she could keep a tan for more than a couple of days. Rolling her eyes, Vitoria turned on the water and splashed her face, wondering if she could sneak out before Joey found her. Probably, she was good at sneaking, and he'd be busy looking at all the hot girls.

Leaving the bathroom behind, Victoria headed right into the middle of the crowd, Bloodless Night were singing another song, a back-up singers voice blended in with the lead perfectly. Causing a smile to form on Victoria's lips. That's what she loved. Good music.

"Hey! Victoria!" Joey called, wading through the crowd. Victoria took a breath and then turned, smiling.

"Oh, Sorry, I must have gone the wrong way." She faked embarrassment with ease.

"I got you a drink," he held up a blue looking drink in an oddly shaped glass.

"Oh, thanks." Victoria took the drink, having no intension of drinking it. "What did you think of the band?"

"The one with the chick? She was hot… I mean, I didn't really hear much." Joey rubbed the back of his neck.

"They were called Bloodless Night. I think they'll be famous one day."

"Right, well," Joey sipped his own blue drink. "You should try it, it's good."

Victoria looked down at the drink, making a face. "I don't drink blue stuff."

"It taste like… like… like berries and fruit, um, blue, rasp, and black berry, and banana, pineapple, and watermelon."

"I don't like watermelon," Victoria shrugged.

"How can you not like watermelon? It's like the best thing in the world!"

"I just don't."

"Oh… Well, I'll drink it." He took the drink back and downed it in three gulps. When he looked at Victoria he had a blue upper lip. Victoria laughed. "What?"

"You've got a little blue watermelon on you lip."

Joey used his sleeve to wipe it. "Sorry. Would you like me to get you something else?"

"Nah, I'm good. I mainly come for the music anyway."

"It's really flashy in here." Joey looked around the room, "I knew this guy who went to a bar like this and then died 'cause of the lights."

"Club."

"What?"

"It's a club," Victoria explained, "not a bar."

"Right."

"Look, if you want to leave that's fine. We'll go somewhere else tomorrow."

"I'm good," Joey nodded as he looked around the club; a pink haired pixie looking girl was bouncing up and down on her five inch boots just behind him, a blue haired guy head banged to their right and then a group of oddly dressed gothic wannabes sang along with the bang. "Unless you want to leave?" Joey asked with a raised brow.

"I've got a report due in the morning," Victoria glanced towards the stage area. Hoping to see Bloodless Night once more. "Need a ride?"

"Can I get one?"

"I'll take ya home." Laughing, Victoria led the way out of the club, winking at the bouncer. "See ya later, Sal."

"Night, Missy."

"Missy?" Joey asked as they neared the car.

"Whole lot better than calling me by my name in the middle of the night."

"How did you find this place anyway?" Joey slid into the passenger seat of the small red Saturn.

"I've been coming here for almost a year now. Sal's been here longer. He and I are good friends." Victoria started the car.

"Really?"

"I call him Sal and then flash my ID and he lets me in. I call that friendship."

"If you say so." Joey slurred. "So, where you want to go tomorrow?"

"Call me when you're sober, big boy, and we'll talk." Victoria pulled out of the parking place and on to the main highway, ignoring Joey until dropping him off. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, later." Victoria watched to make sure he made it into the house and then sped away, hoping to get home before her godmother noticed she was gone.