time none wanted to squeal on one another either.
"Are you Terry-Ann?" Nigel asked taking a cautious step towards the woman.
She nodded.
Nigel heaved a loud sigh of relief. At least that problem was taken care of. Turing to Trinity he asked, "Could you take her into your apartment, get her cleaned up and put some clothing on her before you take her to the others? If she remembers anything, take her to Evan in the security room to have her memory wiped."
Trinity nodded, and walked over to the woman. Terry-Ann cringed when Trinity placed a hand on her shoulder, but with a few coaxing words from Trinity she finally stood and let Trinity lead her over to the door marked Trinity and Travis .
"Come on." Nigel motioned for Travis to follow him into the men's room.
"We left the bodies as we found them. We wanted you to see the room and the bodies as we found them before we proceeded with cleanup." Travis told him as they entered the washroom.
I set out to get laid and end up looking at dead bodies. Not how I was hoping to spend the evening . He took in the sight before him. All three of the humans were naked and bloodied, lying in pools of their own blood. He leaned closer to the bodies. Fang marks close to the groin on each of the victims, male and female. The killer was without a doubt a vampire. "Have we found their clothing yet? Any identification?"
"Nothing, boss."
It didn't make sense. His usual problems consisted of jealous boyfriends; arguments between men and vampires; a vampire drinking too much and accidently killing the human. But to find three drained bodies and the remains of a vampire. It made no sense to him. He walked deeper into the bathroom, gingerly stepping over and between the bodies opening each of the three washroom stalls. The floor was slippery from the blood, so he grabbed onto the stall doors for support, as he went along. Nothing seemed out of place. No clothing. No identification. No sign of a struggle. No nothing.
If he were a detective on one of those hit TV crime show dramas he would have gone through a process of gathering evidence, questioning suspects and so on and so forth. But he wasn't. He was a vampire, running a New York City nightclub. So his first priority was the club s reputation and keeping his kind - vampires - out of the media. He turned to Travis, "Keep an eye out for their belongings and dispose of the bodies. I want the mind of every human in this section cleared. This didn't happen."
He decided he would have to consider tightening security. Perhaps have a couple of guards inside the VIP room from now on, instead of the one outside the door. If he had to he would put a camera in the room itself. It may dampen the mood, but he also had to try and prevent this type of thing from happening again. It could easily have been Lacey, or her naked little friend, Terry-Ann.
Hell, he had some humans on staff, like Trinity for instance. What if she had been attacked and killed? He looked back over her shoulder at Travis who followed Nigel out of the washroom and back into the main room. Perhaps he should push a little harder on the subject of him turning Trinity. If she was to continue working here, then it would be for her own safety.
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Lacey looked down at her watch. Ten minutes! She was going back in and was not coming out without Terry-Ann! Grabbing the car door handle she tugged. The door wouldn't open. What? Scrambling to the other side of the car she tried the other door.
Nothing. Son-of-a-bitch! She sat fuming. The bastard had her locked in the limo.
"What are you doing, Lacey?" Andrea asked, watching as Lacey slid back over to the other side and tried that door a second time.
"We're trapped. The bastard s locked us in."
"Locked us in? Why?" Virginia asked as she joined Lacey in the search for a way out.
"He didn't want me to go find Terry-Ann that's why!" Lacey s blood was boiling. He had no right, the smug bastard. How dare he? She wasn't sure what she found more