Branna rolled her eyes at me again. "This place is exclusive; it's based up here because a lot of people with money come here who don't want to venture near town or anywhere like that."
I shook my head at her.
"You know, Branna, a normal older sister would take their little sister out for dinner or order takeaway or even go to the cinema when tryin' to make her feel better about gettin' jumped on. They don't bring said little sister to an underground night club," I hissed as we stood in a queue waiting to be assessed by the bouncers of Darkness, an underground nightclub that was apparently very exclusive after seeing the amount of people that had been turned away since Branna and I got into the queue.
Branna shushed me as she kept looking ahead.
"I don't have any form of identification yet though. I just turned eighteen for fuck sakes, Branna, they won't let me in," I whispered in her ear as we moved forward in the queue.
I was starting to sweat; I didn't want to be embarrassed by being turned down entry into the club. Branna brought me here to get me out of a funk I was in since Micah attacked me a week ago but embarrassing me wasn't going to help me in anyway.
"Close your mouth before I put me fist in it!" Branna snapped in a very low tone that honestly scared the crap out of me.
"Okay," I murmured and looked down.
I felt like I was being chastised by my parents. I mentally snorted at that, then gasped when Branna's hand pressed against the small of my back and urged me forward. I looked at Branna then looked forward; we were next, and the bouncers were waiting for us to approach.
"Branna, sweetheart," beamed a tall bouncer, with zero hair and a large black spiral tattoo circling his right cheek and down his neck, disappearing under his shirt.
I was horrified. Branna had been here before; I knew that because she told me when I asked about how she knew about the club that I'd never heard of, but what's worse was that this obvious criminal knew her by the excited way he addressed her.
"He looks like a serial killer, I'm fuckin' out!" I hissed to Branna and was about to move out of line only for her to hold me in place by moving her hand from my back to my hip, keeping me next to her. I winced a little because her hand was directly on my bruise, but I stayed put despite the pain.
"Hey Skull, this is me little sister. Her eighteenth was a few weeks ago. I thought I'd bring her to watch the fight and get her first alcoholic drink as an adult," Branna chirped making Skull chuckle.
"She knows the rules of the club?" he questioned.
Branna nodded her head. "Yep, I gave her a run of them twice and made her leave her phone at home so no videos or pictures can be taken."
Skull nodded his head at Branna then flickered his eyes back in my direction. I wondered if he would still ask me for I.D. then I wondered what 'fight' Branna was talking about and why I couldn't have a phone to take pictures or videos. Skull gave me a once-over and grinned at me, getting my full attention, before nodding Branna and myself past the red rope and into the club.
"Tell John to stamp the both of you for free drinks," Skull called after us.
Branna looked over her shoulder. "Thanks, babe." She grinned to Skull.
Skull.
My God, his name was actually Skull.
My sweating over my nerves of being rejected passed and instead, fear pricked at me as Branna held my hand and led me down four flights of stairs. This was literally an underground nightclub, we were deep into the mountain. To be honest, that freaked me out more than a little.
"They must be horrible to walk up when you're drunk," I voiced my thought aloud when I looked down to the steps.
"They are," Branna answered with a cackle.
When we reached the bottom of the stairs, there were two huge black doors. They were closed and in front of them stood two huge bouncers.
"H-Hi." I smiled when they looked at me and Branna.
"Skull said for you to stamp us, John," Branna beamed.
The man on my right chuckled, so I guessed him to be John. "You have Skull in ribbons when you show off those pretty legs of yours, Branna. The poor lad can't think straight."
Branna chuckled. "Whatever, he just likes me 'cause I'm mates with his misses."
John snorted and said, "Yeah, right."
They nodded to us then, and I noticed Branna holding her right arm out so I did the same with mine. The bouncers then took out a stamp from their pockets and turned our hands around and pressed the stamp on the inside of our wrists.
Free was stamp across my wrist in thick black ink. The bouncer who stamped me picked up my other wrist and stamped it with a different stamp. When I glanced at my left wrist, Darkness was stamped on my skin in the same thick black ink.
I held my hands out for a few seconds not wanting to smudge the ink, but I found it practically dried straight away so I didn't have to worry.
"Have fun in the Darkness ladies," John said with a grin and pushed on the side of the double doors.
I jumped when pounding music filled my ears. It frightened me, the stairway and door area was deathly quiet until the doors opened up into the club. They were seriously soundproof, because when they were closed you honestly couldn't hear a thing outside.
Branna led me into the club. The name Darkness suited it, because the entryway was virtually black until flashing strobe lights attacked my eyes.
I ducked my head and huddled closely to Branna.
"This place is an epileptic's worst nightmare," I shouted to her.
I felt the vibrations of her body, indicating she was laughing, but I couldn't hear her because of the music that was currently blaring into my ear drums. I once again huddled close to Branna when the view of a huge crowd of people swaying their bodies got my attention.
The strobe lights made everything look crazy. It was like I was daydreaming and everything was happening in slow motion. Branna's hands encased mine as she led me to the left of the dance floor, and that's when I spotted a massive bar that stretched around the entire room only stopping a few feet away from a darkened area of the club.
I leaned into Branna, putting my mouth by her ear. "What's that area for?" I asked, pointing to the darkened section.
Branna looked to the area then back to me, she grinned.
"That, my darlin' baby sister, is where girls soak their knickers at the mere sight of big, bad, scary men."
I felt the blood drain from my face.
"Is this a sex club?" I shouted, horrified.
Branna laughed at my facial expression and shook her head. "No, it's not a sex club." She cackled and leaned into my ear and said, "It's actually an underground fightin' club."
I leaned back and stared at Branna. "An underground fightin' club?" I repeated and she nodded.
"A real fight club? Like in the film Fight Club?" I questioned, my eyebrows raised.
Branna made me watch those films. She was really into the whole underground fighting thing, and I liked watching the films, but being here in an actual underground fighting club was actually a little scary.
"Bronagh, how many times do I have to tell you? You don't talk about fight club," Branna smirked.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't know if I'm comfortable with this."
Branna sighed. "It will be fine; you can hang back here and watch the fight. You don't have to be circleside. Okay?"