So, I just finished 'From dead to worse' and was inspired to write something based on the Las Vegas vampires, with a little bit of insight into Jake Purifoy. If you forgot who that is, or haven't read definitely dead yet, there will be spoilers.

Enjoy!

Las vegas was known for three things.

Gambling, Old School glamour, and Vampires.

The last one was a recent addition, but that didn't make it any less true. After all, if you could only be awake at night what better place to live then the city that never sleeps. The city had changed greatly since the vampires had come 'out of the coffin' as they called it. Catering more to the undead than silly tourists in silly shirts. The entire area had been overrun with special hotels, casinos, restaurants and nightclubs all catering to vampires. Nearly all of the establishments employed young human girls to serve and entertain the vampires.

Alison was one of those girls.

She had worked at the nightclub in the basement of the Luxor, Bloodlust, for nearly four years. Her uncle was the manager and had gotten her a job after her mom had gone back to rehab for the third time. She spent most of her time at the club, only going home to sleep and feed her cat. Her life was ordinary, at least to her. She was looked down on by a whole group of people, but she didn't care. She didn't sleep with her customers, or try to interfere in their affairs. After all, she was just a shot girl. She had lived in Vegas her whole life and she wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon. She wasn't going to lie, when the vampires came out, she was terrified. She wasn't okay with it for a long time, and when they started showing up all over Vegas, she did contemplate finding a new permanent residence- but she got used to it.

And now, she really didn't mind them. In fact, they were kind of fun.

It was a friday night late in august when Kate exited her studio off of Decateur and hopped into her Jetta. The old care sprung to life and she drove casually to the strip, parking in the underground parking lot. She stepped out of her car, and took a door to the left of her car that led straight into the kitchen of Bloodlust. The kitchen was barely used, except for the large refrigerator which held a hearty stock of Trublood as well as other synthetic blood. She stored her purse in her locker on the far side of the kitchen. She could hear the bass of the music, maybe something by Marilyn Manson? She couldn't tell.

Kate stepped out of the swinging door and was behind the bar, she was immediately approached by her uncle Gene.

"Hey there Al, I have a special request for you."

She smiled, and started filling the shot glasses Martin, the bartender, had set on a tray for her. "From who?"

"Felipe de Castro."

She fumbled slightly with the bottle. "Uhm, Do you think I should...?"

"Frankly sweetie, I don't think you have a choice. He asked for you personally."

"Why? How does he know my name?"

"He doesn't. He just told me the quiet one with the black hair."

"And you know that's me how?"

"I just know. Would you get your but in there?"

"Fine, fine, I'm going. Get Devon to cover my shift."

He nodded and turned to go find Devon, Alison sighed and ran a hand through her hair nervously. She hated being invited to private rooms, but when the King of the Las Vegas vampires invites you too a private room, you cannot say no. Unless you looking to get your neck snapped or something. She entered the Lavish room quietly, and noticed immediately she was the only woman there besides the vampiress on the other side of a long table. None of them addressed her presence, and she moved quickly over to the small bar and started pouring out glasses of Royalty Blended. She placed the glasses on one of the trays and when she turned around, Mr. Castro had appeared.

"Good Evening." He said, his accent a mix of Antonio Banderas and an american aristocrat.

She froze, staring at him in something closely resembling awe. He was a truly beautiful creature. She shook her head slightly and began setting glasses down in front of each individual. There were only about eleven vampires, all seated along a long rectangle table. When she finally got to the King, she inhaled sharply when he turned to meet her gaze and took his glass off the tray. He winked and she swallowed and forced a smile. Taking the tray and sticking it under her arm. She turned to walk back behind the bar, but he looked her in the eye and motioned towards a couch on the far side of the room.

She followed his hand to the couch and took a seat. For the next forty minutes, they talked vampire politics. Sheriffs, and Kings, Queens and Territories. The only thing Alison realy understood was that the Las Vegas vampires were planning to take something from someone named Sophie something. She sat listening to the whispers of the vampires, all the while confused as to why she was allowed to be listening.

She would have stood up to collect the empty glasses if she wasn't so enthralled in trying to figure out what was going on. It seemed as if the woman vampire, Delilah, was arguing on someone's behalf. A sheriff, Eric. She didn't know who the vampire or man was, or even what a sheriff was, but he was obviously very valuable to someone. When they were done arguing, it seemed that they would let Eric, whoever he was, live as long as he went along with them. As soon as that was decided, they all seemed to come to some sort of silent agreement, and from there, they filtered out until it was only The King and Alison.

She stood and began to collect the empty glasses, and within seconds, was facing Felipe De Castro.

"I am glad you accepted my invitation."

"That's my job." She said, turning and forcing a smile.

"You are different from the other humans who work here."

"How so?" She said, setting the glass back on the table and taking a step away from him.

"You have no real interest in us. You simply work here."

"Are you trying to say I'm not just another Fangbanger?"

"Precisely."

She forced another smile and stared him straight in the eye. "Why did you let me hear all that?"

"I find you trustworthy." Was his only answer; Alison wasn't convinced. "I know who you are, your connections within the supernatural world."

"If you're talking about my brother, then there is no connection. I haven't seen him in years."

"I know where he is."

Alison stared him hard in the eyes. "What do you want?"

"I would like you to accompany me to Louisiana. Jake is there."

"What happened to him?"

"Are you a were like your brother?"

"No, I was adopted after my parents couldn't produce another child. Why are you asking me all this? I am sure you know. Vampires like you have connections, I'm sure you know everything about me down to what shade of lipstick I wear."

He laughed slightly, leaning in towards her. "So, you accept."

"Yes. When are you leaving?"

"Tonight. A car will be waiting outside to take you back to your apartment."

"What exactly is in this for you?" She asked, but quickly regretted it once a sinister smile smeared across his porcelain features.

"Your company, of course."

Yeah. Okay.

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