Rouge

                                    

                                          
Just as night gives birth to day, day gives birth to night as a mother would do with her child. And, as life gives birth to death, death gives birth to life.
It is simple, the circle of life.
                          
Felix 
                          
"Do we actually have to go?" I whine. 
                          
Victor pulls up into the parking lot of his uncle's club, the neon red sign casting a glow on the dash of Victor's car.
                          
Tonight would mark the night Victor and I would go to his uncle's club and yes, it is the BDSM club that he talked to me about and yes, I rely don't want to go tonight despise my protect earlier and my childish whining in the car.
                          
"It'll be fun, trust me. Why do you not wanna go anyway?" Victor asks.
                          
He pulls the keys out of the ignition switch and plunges us both into a hole of silence, the only sound is the faint drone of music comming from the club's door.
                          
"Well..." I sigh.
                          
Victor stuffs his keys into the pocket of his shiny leather pants, the outline of his...thing making my heart jump a bit.
                          
"I-I don't know. I guess it's because I don't feel like I'm the right person you should be taking into that club. Like, you're this god looking being who's going to have men alike turning thier heads like owls to take even the slightest look at you and then they see you just have me in hand, nothing to even see and some even my see me a repulsive an-" I allow my mind to speak as it wishes, no hesitate on any of my words. Do stop however, not because I feel that pain in my throat as I feel tears threatening to spill out my eyes but because I feel Victor hold my face with both of his hands and stare deeply into my eyes with his.
                          
Maybe I should tell him? Maybe it's the right time now? I mean I've spilled my heart out to him so I won't be surprised if he catches on really quickly. Especially with what I've said just now.
                          
"Why would you think that?" He says, a hint of anger in his voice.
                          
"Because it's the truth" 
                          
"But that's not the truth, that's a lie. You're none of that, you're the most beautiful and perfect thing that I've ever lain my eyes upon and your beauty never seems to amaze me each day we are with one another. Even when we are apart, the only thing that I ever think about is you and you only. You should never think about yourself like that, never in a million years will I allow it. Okay?" Victor says all whist looking me dead in the eyes.
                          
I nood and he kisses me softly on the forehead causing my cheeks to blush slightly.
                          
"Now, let's get to this club." 
                          
Victor exits the car but before I can even think about teaching for the door handle, he rushes over and opens the door for me. 
                          
"Come on" he says and stretches his hand out to me. 
                          
I grab it and get out of the car, closing the door behind me. Luckily I chose a not too revealing outfit as tonight was pretty cold already and it was set to become even more cold as the night would go on.
                          
"Le Chambré De Rouge" I hear Victor whisper to himself.
                          
"What?" I ask and he points to the sign of the club.
                          
I look up and study it for ba second before the translation pops into my head.
                          
"The room of red." I say. "Why French?" 
                          
"Because" Victor says, opening the door to the club and motioning for me to go in "my uncle's boyfriend is a French lecturer at a grad school" 
                          
"Oh, cool"