Micaela’s Big Bad by Tijan

4

Squeak, Splash

Ralph zoomed off,and I turned to face the entrance to Bass.

The dark energy shifted aside, clearing a path for me.

Again, I have to reiterate how not normal this was. Beings, non-human and human, weren’t aware of their own energy or their auras. I could see, feel, taste, touch, and smell all of that. It was like a guidemap of the person. (I’m being gracious with this use of the word.) I knew how they felt, what they were thinking, or an indicator of what they were thinking. I knew all their past struggles, their trauma, their after-life issues even. With non-human beings, I knew what they were. I knew their powers. I knew before they did a move, sometimes before they even thought about doing the move.

Course, I kept my mouth shut about all of this.

All energy sensors did. Not just because of the whole ‘drug’ thing we had going on, but because in the past, we were used as weapons in warfare. There was a huge vampire/werewolf war years ago, and our kind had almost been wiped out. One of the remaining kids decided to shut up about letting others know about our powers and what we could do, and that started a trend.

Shutting up.

Because of that, our kind started to grow again.

I came from a family of thirty family members in our local area. That wasn’t counting the extended family members, or the extended, extended family members.

Because of all of that, and our history, I did what my ancestors did.

I shut up, kept my head down, and trudged forward into Bass.

“Heya, Nadeem.”

I lifted my head up, giving a grunt as a greeting to Terath. He was one of the bouncers, and he was one of my cousins. He wasn’t a sensor, though. He married into the family, but he knew all the secrets.

“You sure you should be here?”

See.

Another grunt was my response, and him knowing how I was, he sighed and opened the door for me. “Don’t get dead.”

A third grunt. But it was so true.

Once inside, the energy was better.

I wasn’t even going to try to figure that out, because it should be thicker inside. Inside, I saw sexy goblins, sexy nurses, sexy vampires, sexy werewolves, sexy iguanas, sexy—everything. Wait. A girl had a cow costume on, with the udders hanging out in front of her, but the general costume wasn’t sexy. Just the udder part.

Moving on.

I veered over to the bar and grabbed the first open standing area I found.

Leaning over and looking from one end to the other, I saw two bartenders and I had to stifle a curse because they were bartenders I didn’t like. Both demons. And not Nik.

One saw me and came over, a mean glint in his eye. “Surprised you’re here tonight.” He reached for a glass.

I opened my mouth. I wasn’t here to drink.

He poured me a martini, and well, he was done before I could protest.

He slid it over, dark humor mingling with that mean glint.

The mean glint was always there, because he was a demon. I was trying not to let my hackles get worked up about it, but this was Trey and that was hard to do. He was a cocky asshole on a good day, which said a lot for him being a demon. That basically said he was a good guy.

“On the house if you drink it and leave when you’re done.”

There were so many loopholes with that one. I took it and looked around. “There’s a lot of humans in here.”

“We cater to humans too.”

I gave him a look. There were more than the normal amount they usually let in.

He indicated my drink. “Drink, then go.”

Yeah, yeah.

I would drink it, and when I was done with why I came here, then I would leave. Easy-peasy. Contract fulfilled.

Trey narrowed his eyes, suspicion pinching his eyebrows together as I took my drink and stepped backwards. I was hoping to vanish into the crowd, like actually vanish, but I didn’t have that type of power. Well, not without—never mind.

So, I had a drink. Point given.

I didn’t know where Nik was. Point taken away.

I moved through the club, keeping to humans. They were drunk and annoying, but they didn’t want to potentially use me—a guy’s hand fell to my ass at that moment and he curved his body around mine. His mouth came to my ear right as he squeezed me. “Hey, baby. How you doi—”

I switched my drink to my other hand, reached up, and grabbed his wrist.

I slid a thumb over his artery, and he paused. I felt his swift intake of breath, and saw the excitement spike in his energy.

I took a firm hold of his wrist and wrenched it.

A startled and strangled scream erupted from him, and his body fell away from me.

He went to his knees, cradling his arm, and he gaped at me with tears in his eyes. “You—you broke my wrist, you bitch!”

Ugh.

Maybe I wouldn’t hide among the humans after all.

I didn’t respond to him, just lifted my drink for a sip and kept on moving. He had two friends with him, so I was eyeing both, but they only went to his side. One jostled into his side, and a second scream came from him.

His buddies were drunk. One girl with their group was staring at the broken-wrist guy in shock. Her eyes were wide and blinking, before she transferred her gaze to me. More blinking. Eyes still just as big, and she shook her head before she went over to his side.

I moved farther away, slipping around another wave of humans. Then, a second.

I couldn’t see Nik anywhere on the first floor. I couldn’t sense her energy either. That meant she was in an upper level, and that meant more security.

Just as I was heading for one of the stairs, I felt a shift in the air and glanced back.

The broken-wrist guy was standing and pointing to me. Two of the security guards were with him. One I knew. He was a demon, and like Trey, he didn’t like me either. His eyes shuddered black for a bit.

Crap. That wasn’t a good sign.

Also, there were a lot of demons here too. I was seeing way more than the normal amount for them.

Trey reached for his radio, and yep, totally needed to hurry my ass along. I didn’t have time to be Veronica Mars.

I was moving along one of the back hallways, going from the second-floor bar to the third level when suddenly that black energy from outside engulfed me.

A hand gripped my arm.

I had a moment’s notice to give a squeak, see my drink splash, and I was dragged into a room.

Not good. Not good at all.