Author's Note: I do not own the nightworld novels, however some of the characters are my own.

Compared to most clubs this one was unnaturally quiet, admittedly that was one reason I had chosen this place for tonight, peace and quiet whilst still being part of the world in general.

I took a sip of my drink, a bottle of Pepsi Max I'd brought with me to be precise, and in my job you needed to be precise. I glanced around and scrawled a few more notes on my pad of paper before putting it in my pack. By the looks of things a number of the other people here had figured it out, I put my right hand on the black rose ring on my left hand as a form of reassurance before standing, put my bag on my back and walking as calmly as possible to the exit.

Five metres from the door two vampires moved to block me. Well of course they would. One of them had already dropped into a combat stance while the other was just standing there. Either he was very confident or a telepath. Perhaps they didn't expect me to put up a fight, foolish really. Then again they didn't know I knew about the Night World.

I continued walking towards them apparently oblivious to what was going on around me, almost all attention in the club was on me now, I raised the hood on my jacket.

"Excuse me, please may I get past you both." To my surprise they both stepped aside and let me past, something was very, very wrong.

A human will be lucky to last a week once aware of the Night World, most just can't keep their heads down and might as well put a sign above their heads saying they know. Next level up are the amateur hunters and those rare few who manage to return to their old lives, admittedly the amateurs usually survive three months at best, usually they try and take on a vampire in a straight unarmed fight, stupid way to go really.

Then you had the long lasting vampire slayer core, these were those who hated vampires with a vengeance, they worked as units, some as small as two, and according to rumour one as large as fifty, and every now and then one would get killed out of sheer bad luck but these days their numbers just kept growing.

Next up on the food chain were those who killed just to survive, in a way this was the category I was in, they killed merely because other vampire hunters paid them to and because the night world would kill them without a second thought, they never took risks, these were the ones who the closest they willingly got to a Nightworlder was crossbow range. And even these died though in their case old age was sometimes the answer, it was usually a simple mistake in their routine.

Now you reach the level playing field where all three factions are fighting for control, the mainstream Night World which admittedly has a lot of infighting, Circle Daybreak although that is really just rumour as far as I can tell, and finally me.

I'm just human of course and I don't seek control of the Night World just inclusion within it, more specifically inclusion while still being human. And it would be extremely cruel if after years of hard work and with my goal less then a week away from completion. Thereby it was extremely likely I would be dead before the week ended.

Back to the problem at hand. The solution was sadly very simple. My arms which had been in my pockets a second before lashed out to the sides and were swiftly put back in my pockets. I was out the door before they'd even started shriveling.

Within seconds of bursting through the door I had melted seamlessly into the chaotic mass of the city.

Author's Note: just testing this one out. Plz review as I have no idea if this chapter is up to standard.