The streets were hopping in New York City as the club scene started up for the night. Lines became long as people began waiting to get in to the clubs. All the VIPs were already in and partying at Club Reo. The colorful lights danced all around the dance floor, changing from purple to green to red to blue and back again. Techno music filled the air. Ladies were gathering around the bar, ordering drinks and checking out guys walking around. The club was two stories; the second story was where the famous people were. Among the famous was Kimberly Briggs. She was the daughter of Frank Briggs, a business man who dealt in crime, under the table type of crime. The way he did his business the cops could never peg anything to him. Kim was twenty-five; she was five foot six, blond hair blue eyes. She was beautiful. She could be a model or even an actress if she wanted, but at the present, she did nothing but enjoy life. She wore a skimpy black dress. She stood on the balcony part, looking down to the front door, watching the non-VIPs come in. They were showing their IDs and paying, getting their wrists bands on for the night. Most of the people she saw come in she knew, they were the regulars. The ones that came every Saturday night. But she noticed someone she hadn't seen before. A young man that looked around her own age, maybe a little older. He was all in black, black slacks and black long sleeve button up shirt. He had a Mohawk, though it was down, and not up. She began to wonder who he was. Everyone there knew her after all. She watched him walk to the bar and take a seat. He leaned over the bar and ordered a drink from the bartender. She found herself staring at him and not wanting to stop until she got startled when her boyfriend, Dan Reo, placed a hand on her shoulder. He owned the club, that's how they met. He was ten years older than her, but didn't act his age. Though what guy does act their age? He was six foot, and built. He had brown hair, brown eyes. She turned to see him, smiling at him.

"How you feeling?" he asked her as he kissed her on the forehead.

"Better." she told him as she hugged him, falling into him. They were going out for two years, living together for one. She loved him, felt safe with him, though her father hated him. She didn't understand why. That's why she moved out when she was getting tired of sneaking around to be with him.

"That's good."

"Kim!" a female called out from the stairs. "Come on girl; let's get down to the floor."

"Be there in a sec Trish." she told her as she looked up to him.

"Go have some fun." he told her. She let him go and ran to her best friend. They made their way to the dance floor after being stopped by others who wanted to hi to her. As they walked to the floor, she saw him again. He was still at the bar, having a drink, and watching everyone in the room. She stood frozen for a moment, looking at him. He turned his attention to her and smiled at her. He knew who she was, he knew her really well. It was his job to know, just like he knew everything about her boyfriend, the owner. But she had no clue who he was. Kim found herself walking to him, wanting to know who he was. She was feeling attracted to him.

"Kim!" Trish called out watching her walk towards the bar.

"I'll be right back." Kim told her as she kept walking. Trish just sighed to herself. She saw an attractive guy walk by and she grabbed him.

"You, me, dance floor!" Trish told the guy as she took him to the middle of dance floor.

"Hi." Kim said to the gentleman who had watched her walk up. She sat down on the stool next to him. He looked at her.

"Hi." he said back.

"I've never seen you around here. I take it this is your first time?" she asked him.

"Yeah. I guess you could say that."

"My name's Kim. What's yours?" she asked as more questions began to come to her mind.

"The name's Daken." he told her.

"I don't think I've ever heard that name before."

"It's Japanese." he told her. She started to feel something overcome her. She leaned in closer to him, and he saw this.

"I like Japanese." she told him with a sexy smile.

"Is that so." he said back while enjoying every second of what he was doing to her. He was using her emotions to gain control, it was easy. He enjoyed manipulating humans.

Up on the balcony, Dan was busy on his cell phone talking to another owner of a different club when he looked down to the floor and to the bar. He saw his girl talking to some guy he didn't know. He saw her kiss him. Not a peck kiss on the cheek, but a full blown lips lock kiss. He was getting upset, really upset. He closed his cell phone, hanging up on a good friend, as he stormed down the stairs.

"Wow!" Kim said after the kiss, breathless. Daken smiled at her as he touched her shoulder.

"I can give you more, if you want." he said to her. "Maybe something better." he added as began to run his fingers through her hair.

"Get your hands off my girl!!" Dan yelled out as he stormed through the dance floor and to the bar, grabbing Daken by his shirt. Daken had his arms up, not wanting to fight him, at least not yet. Dan threw him to the ground. Everyone around watched.

"Danny, stop!" she yelled to him, seeing that he was about to kick Daken in the side as he was trying to get up. Two bouncers walked over.

"I want this jackass out of here! Now!" Dan yelled as some other guys in the club were trying to calm him down. The bouncers helped Daken up and escorted him outside. Dan then grabbed Kim by her wrist and dragged her back upstairs, where he told her to stay for the reminder of the night. Kim fought back saying no, and stormed back down and out, catching a taxi and going back to their apartment. Daken was in the ally, in the shadows, watching as she left. His plan was working, and was working better than expected. That money would be his in no time.

It was after three in the morning till Dan left the club. It was closing time and he left someone else in charge of locking up as he had to get home to Kim. As he walked away from his club and down the street, he felt like someone was following him. He turned back and saw no one was there. He started walking again, thinking about Kim and what happened. On what he should do, when he felt that sensation again. He looked back again and saw no one. He shook his head just as a chill ran down his spine as he was starting to feel creep out.

"It's all in my head, all in my head." he said under his breath. The streets were bare, everyone that was there for the clubs, had all gone home now. He stood on the sidewalk under the light of a lamp post.

"It's all about to be somewhere else other than your head." a male voice said within the shadows near him. Dan turned around and saw a figure. "Maybe you shouldn't have gotten in that little argument."

Dan began to laugh. "You're that jerk that was all over my girl! You got some balls trying to mess with me!" he said. "You want to fight, then come out here and face me!"

"I was planning on it." he said as he slowly walked out of the shadows. He had his claws out and Dan freaked when he saw them.

"WH-What are those?!?" Dan asked in fear. Daken slowly lifted his left hand, looking at them.

"Oh, these." he said with an evil smile as he looked back to him. "These will be ending your life tonight. You can thank Frank Briggs for paying me to kill you!"

"Briggs, he sent you!"

"Seems he doesn't like you very much. Seems he misses his daughter, Kim. Kim…." Daken said as he thought of her and that kiss. "Her lips are so sweet."

"Shut up!" Dan yelled. Daken stared at him.

"Any last words?" he asked him as he lunged at him, stabbing him in the shoulder. Screams filled the dark night skies. Dan kicked him off of him and scrambled to get up. He began running, not caring that blood was gushing out of him. "I guess not." Daken said to himself, answering his own question as he began to run after him. Dan looked behind him and saw that he was getting closer. Daken ran faster and leaped on his back, knocking him to the ground. He lifted his right handed claws up in the air and came down hard and fast as he stabbed him again in the same shoulder, twisting his claws inside. Dan screamed in pain as blood poured out. He tried fighting back, tried to shake him off but Daken kept stabbing him, blood flying around, moving from place to place on his body. Once Daken saw that Dan was quiet, but not quite dead yet, he stood up, looking down at him.

"Now, should I finish you off or let you just suffer?" Daken asked, thinking it over.

"PL-please…..just….." Dan said, wanting the pain he felt to end. Daken kneeled down to him.

"No." he said to him. He then stood back up and began to walk away, leaving the man to bleed to death on the sidewalk. It wouldn't be till morning till someone found him, and it wouldn't be much later then that when Kim would hear about it.