Title: Nosfer Atu - (Chapter: Chapter 2)
Author: Mayosako
Content Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any son characters. Don't sue me. However, I do own Berkley Rose, the owner of the club.
Author's Note: I've posted this story on other SON FF site under the name Mayosako.
Chapter 2, Spencer meets Ashley.
Comments are ALWAYS welcome, don't be a stranger! Good or bad are always welcome, I'm cool with it. Sorry for my bad English.

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Spencer walked in to her working place through the main entrance. She was greeted by the sight of dinner guests leaving to make room for the clubbers who where already waiting to get inside for a night full of fun.

Spencer shed her coat on her way to one of the two bars in the club. Even before she reached the bar she was glommed by someone from behind. But it wasn't difficult to tell who it could be since there was only one of the people who worked with her who even wanted to talk to her freely.

"Hey, Cutie! How have you been?" The man asked as he pecked her on the cheek and went to stand in front of her.

"Hello Glen. I've been as usual, you know how it is. So how was your trip?" They walked to a small changing room behind the bar.

"Oh it was great. It was so nice to be away from here for a while. I really wish you had come. You really need to get away from here sometime."

"I wouldn't have minded at all but Rose said he could not possibly let his two top workers of for two weeks at the same time."

"Yeah, right. He's just afraid I would try and seduce you. He's so simple minded sometimes." He got a wicked gleam in his eyes and smirked looking at Spencer. He leaned over and placed his mouth just by Spencer's ear.

"He doesn't get that I could try that even if we were here." He puffed a little air in her ear for more effect, his lips barely touching the ear. Spencer blushed profusely at that. Glen laughed at her then.

"Cute, I love making you blush like that. It's adorable."

"Please I wish you wouldn't do that. You know I'm not interested in you that way." Looking embarrassed, Spencer tied the short apron around her waist and they went out to prepare everything for the night.

"Oh I know but I still want to see that blush sometimes. Just because I can't have you doesn't mean I can't enjoy it, eh?" He winked at her. Spencer only nodded while opening the door and stepping through it just to bump in to a body of a slightly smaller woman.

"Umph. Hey watch where you are going you oaf. Jeez, could you at least try to pay some attention. Hmpf." Madison barked annoyed at Spencer and proceeded to push past her. Spencer just ignored her and walked on. Glen looked at Madison with an irritated look before following Spencer to the bar but not before hearing Madison mutter irritably to herself.

"Man I really don't get how that boring and oh so annoying girl can be the masters favourite. She's never downstairs playing and she doesn't ever," the rest of her tirade was lost to Glen as the door slid closed.

"Hey why do you keep letting her be so rude to you? I mean she'll never stop if you don't say so."

"Leave her be Glen. She's just insecure of herself. She's well aware that she isn't one of Roses top people and being the most resent of us, she needs to get a confidence boost from somewhere." Glen frowned at that.

"Okay and does that really have to be on your expense? 'Sigh' Well let's get to work." He continued when he received no answer.

They placed all clean glasses on the shelves and checked the ice-machine so it worked properly they got backup bottles of the major selling brands so they needn't run away so much to get new ones during the night.

The bar they worked in was one of two. They where placed at opposite walls of the big club. One bar was Wine-red with black shelves and the other was black with wine-red shelves. The whole club went in the same colors. Soon the club was filled with people and requests for drinks came from all over.

As Predicted the club was busy all night and allot of the regulars brought the VIP's to the VIP rooms. Spencer felt kinda sorry for the VIP's for she knew they would not see the sun rise again and probably not the moon either. The VIP door led to a stairwell for the upper floors of the building. But there was a secret passage at the back of the stairwell that opened up to a stairway leading down into a large two-floor cellar. And what went on down there was something Spencer never wanted to think of.

The full moon brought in the people Spencer and Glen called the full moon pack. They were regulars who only showed up during the three nights of the full moon cycle. The nights when they weren't quite themselves so to speak.

The regulars at this club had the right to buy VIP passes in the bars and then they would give it to people they saw fit for it. They always signed the passes so the bouncers knew who had invited them. The reasons may vary from person to person as to why they give a pass to someone, but they all had the same goal in mind. A night of playing and bloodshed.

Some chose to give passes to very attractive people, others to the feisty kind of people, some went for the innocent look. They where always notified by the bouncers as to when someone came in with a pass with their particular signature on. They would then find them and in most cases seduce them and lure them down to the cellar floors. Never to return, at least not in the same shape they went down there.

At about 6:00am the place was about empty and Spencer was drying the dishes since the last order had been called ten minutes ago. While she was doing that and Glen was picking up at the tables. Spencer was tired and just wanted to go home and sleep all day just to wake up and come here for another packed night.

A woman clearing her throat lightly in front of her startled her. The blonde raised her head and her eyes locked with a set of chocolate brown eyes staring intently at her.

"Hi, sorry for disturbing you in your work at this early hour. I'm Ashley Davies from the 27th precinct. I'm investigating a murder-case. Would you mind if I asked you a couple of questions?"

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Ashley Davies was out in the early morning investigating a crime-scene with her partner Aiden. They where in an alley where the mutilated body of a young male had been found. It was a disgusting site to see. The face of the man seemed to be the only thing intact on his entire body. His clothes where mostly gone, a ripped button up shirt was all there was. His entire abdomen was shredded and there where what seemed like bite-marks all over. Where the wounds were at the worst you could actually see some of the intestines.

His one arm was missing, ripped right off it seemed. His legs where cut and bruised with big flesh-wounds all over, It was apparent he had been raped to some extent according to the scratches around his groin and the teeth-marks on the genitals. There was also what they believed to be semen in the victim's mouth. Though it was obvious this was just a dumping site as there was no blood in the alley but only dried on the body.

They had been there for two hours now and the coroner came to bring the body to autopsy. It was not the first of this kind of murder but they never seemed to get solved. Suddenly these cases where just removed from all files but nobody ever knew of any arrests or nothing. Or so they claimed.

"What do you think of it Ashley?" Aiden turned a slightly pale face to his brown-haired partner.

"I think I want to find the bastard who did this and rip his intestines out and feed him with them, see how he likes it." Ashley said with a disgusted look. She was extremely cranky for being pulled out right when she was supposed to go home and get some sleep. After a shift of 15 hours already anyone would be cranky at this hour.

But this murder seemed to fit the descriptions of others found as of late so the chief wanted them on the case. It was the same brutal slaughter as the earlier times and always an unharmed face. It was now two women and two men. All young, beautiful and with some kind of mark in their faces. This man had a small birthmark under his right eye.

"Yuck. That's gross Ashley. Should we question the girls who found him?" Aiden pointed towards two girls who where sitting by police cars with a blanket over their shoulders.

"Yeah lets do that. Damn I really wanted to get some serious sleep tonight but oh no, I have to work because a killer never rests. So let's get to the girls so I can have a smoke." They walked out of the marked out area and Ashley pulled out a cigarette.

"Keep on smoking that and you'll get hit by a truck one day. I swear!" Ashley gave him an annoyed look.

"Like I never heard that one before. But they're too good to give up. You give me something else to wind down of and I'll gladly quit." Aiden snorted slightly not quite believing her words.

They reached the girls who sat and shivered while a doctor spoke to them and gave them a number for a psychologist to talk to if they needed it. When the doctor saw them he left to let them talk.

"Hello ladies I'm detective Davies and this is detective Dennison. Do you think we could ask you some questions?" The girls nodded and turned their attention to the attractive brunette in front of them.

"How did you come to find this man at this hour?"

"Well, we were on our way home from the club down the block and we thought we'd take a shortcut through this alley. That saves 10 minutes walking time. And well I tripped over something. We took my mobile phone to light up so we could see what it was I tripped over. And there he was." The girl explained while her friend sniffled.

"So you didn't see anything strange around here, no people in the alley or people leaving the alley?"

"No but I did see that guy early tonight, he was at the same club as us. We got there to eat dinner early before we met our friends to party all night. He was hard to miss when it was still so relaxed with people." Ashley and Aiden immediately perked up at hearing this.

"You saw him? Are you really sure it was the same guy? Was he alone or did he have company?" Now Ashley was much more awake, this might help them more than anything in the other cases.

"Yeah it was him all right, that birthmark is just the same. He was with this guy who scowled a whole lot. I was dancing near them and tripped so I bumped in to them. He asked me if I was all right and helped me stand again, but the scowling guy pulled him away from me and looked annoyed. Then I didn't see them anymore. I guess the reason I really noticed them was that I found them both to be very attractive."

"Okay. What's the clubs name? Is it the one down the block there?" Aiden took notes the whole time. The girls gave a description of the man the dead guy was with. A tall guy with Reddish brown hair, clear blue eyes and very muscular with a pointy chin.

They took the girls info so they could contact them again. Now they had a person to search for who might be a potential killer or key witness. They made shore the girls got a ride home and then they left to go to the club in question.

"There it is, The Demon's Den. What's up with that name? They said it was a very popular club that's supposed to be packed every weekend and sometimes during weekdays." They parked and got out of the car.

"Yeah, well that name is one you don't forget so easily. Looks like they're about closing. The bouncers aren't by the door. Let's do this." Ashley said and pushed the doors open. Inside there was only about 50 people left and many where about to dress up and leave. They saw a bouncer push a very drunk guy out of the club.

"Well, where to start? I'll go to the bar and begin there." Ashley stalked away from Aiden, who stayed put only to be startled by a male voice behind him.

"Excuse me sir can I help you? You are a little late we're closing you know." He smiled gently at him.

"Yeah I know. I'm detective Dennison from the 27th precinct, I'm investigating a murder. Would you mind if I asked you a couple of questions?" The man got a strange look on his face but it was gone before the dark-haired man could tell what it was.

"No not at all. Shall we perhaps sit down? By the way my name is Glen."

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Ashley was currently standing in front of the bar waiting for the blonde bartender to notice her, which didn't seem to happen anytime soon. She had been drying the same glass for about two minutes now. The brunette lightly cleared her throat and the bartender looked up and Ashley was met by the most beautiful eyes had ever seen.

Catching herself staring, the brunette collected herself; she had an interview to do.

"Hi, sorry for disturbing you in your work at this early hour. I'm Ashley Davies from the 27th precinct. Would you mind if I asked you a couple of questions?"