Voyeurism wasn’t a new in a club as sleazy as this. Middle aged men from all over Crater City came here to watch attractive youngsters practically make love on the dance floor. But this stare felt hostile, like the stare of a hunter.
Valkyrie looked around the club, searching for his stalker, undistracted by Ashley and Julia. Whoever was watching him felt close, so close he could almost feel their breathing. But there was no one around him, just Ashley and Julia, who were enjoying themselves using Valkyrie as some kind of stripper’s pole. He hadn’t noticed.
Maybe they’re invisible? Valkyrie thought, It’s the Magic Age… wouldn’t be unbelievable. He looked up to the stairways, and then the bars, but there was no one. The balconies were the last place for Valkyrie to search, and there she was. Standing directly above Valkyrie and his dancing partners stood a lady.
She had pale skin, a petit figure, and wore a black lacey dress, and a veil that covered her face except her mouth down. It was the Spirit of the Forest, and she stood staring directly at Valkyrie. He shrugged it off and turned his attention back to the girls. The Spirit cursed his ignorance, feeling provoked. She smirked, stepped upon the ledge of the balcony, and jumped into the crowd. Either nobody could see her, or they just did*’t notice.
Valkyrie invested himself in the girls’ promiscuity, and then the chill returned. He was paralyzed. It felt as if someone was playing with his mind, inserting fear into his emotions. Whatever was happening, and whoever was doing it, had failed because he did*’t feel afraid or fear, just uncomfortable. And his face showed it.
Julia noticed his change of expression, and got off her knees. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
She was a stupid girl, a target, so Valkyrie ignored her. With more important things to do, she became obsolete. Things were becoming dire; the feeling of unease began to grow into fear, an emotion that was foreign to Valkyrie.
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