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Dancing In The Dark

To

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds,
Are lips--and all thy melody
Of lip-begotten words--
Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined
Then desolately fall,
O God! on my funereal mind
Like starlight on a pall--
Thy heart--thy heart!--I wake and sigh,
And sleep to dream till day
Of the truth that gold can never buy--
Of the baubles that it may.

Edgar Allen Poe

…….

He would have been the next on he list to assassinate. He was pretty much a man whore. He would have sex with his victims before he would drink their blood. They were just killing two birds with one stone.

The instant throb of the music from the Stillhouse nightclub kept a rhythmic pace with her confident stride as Bulma made her way to the entrance. Bulma paused to have her i.d checked by the bouncer guarding the entrance.

"Have a nice night," the bouncer offered.

She leaned close to him and whispered," believe me I will." and moved on.

Heavy-metal music blasted from the surrounded sound system as she strode into the crowded club." I'm in" Bulma said into the microphone tucked under her coat.

The three hunters decided that if they all went into the club, it would make it obvious that there was something up. So the girls drew straws to see who would be going in, and whom the lucky two would be to stay in the car. A very adult thing to do.

The maximum occupancy was posted, was five hundred, and she bet it was way past that limit. Vampires and hunters were jam-packed into every available space the club provided. A long sleek bar of black-mirrored glass flowed along the walls. She was able to see every patron on the dance floor. Up front the band played. The crush of the crowd made it difficult to distinguish one couple from the other on the dance floor. It looked more like a sea of body parts squished together.

Bulma made a disgusted sound. Sick.

She scanned the room looking for Yamcha. The raven-haired vampire. She caught sight of him sitting on a stool. His gaze scanning the dance floor. 'what are you looking for?'

"I see him," she whispered again into her jacket. Taking her time to cross the dance floor, pushing the people as she walked.

The couple next to him moved making it all better for her." Hey," she smirked sliding into the stool next to his.

"Hey yourself" Yamcha responded, turning completely in his stool to face her. His jet black vampiric eyes sent a shiver down her spine." Why haven't I seen you around here?"

"This is my first time here."

"Really" His gaze came to her face for a second and then very slowly it lingered in certain places. His look brought out feelings-outrage and disgust. She rolled her eyes. 'It will be over soon.' She repeated in her head to calm her nerves.

She plastered a fake smile on her face, "yeah." She said licking her lips, getting the response she was looking for. Yep! He wanted her." Do you know what? Would you like to come home with me" she gave him a quick perusal to make it look like she was actually interested in him." We could-"

Yamaha's eyes widened, "I…doesn't that happen after we know each other a little better?"

"Not always." She smirked, giving him a sinful grin, tugging on his hand gently. 'Come on! Come on!' She begged mentally. He nodded and stood heading for the back exit. All Bulma could do was follow.

"I got him. Meet us at the back exit." Bulma laughed darkly.

When Yamcha pushed open the door two girls dressed in black came in front of him. "Your friends?" he guessed, letting the door close behind them.

"Yeah." she smiled driving her knife into his lower back.

Yamcha hissed and hunched forward giving Chichi and 18 the chance to wrap a chain around him.

"We're having fun aren't we?" Bulma said, drawing her knife from his back, glancing at ChiChi and 18 over Yamcha's shoulder tightening his chain and wrapping a bandana around his mouth.

"On three lift him up" 18 ordered the other two girls. She counted to three and hauled him to her Jaguar.

Luckily the parking lot was empty or they wouldn't have made it this far.

They threw his mangled body into the back of their back Jaguar. Bulma climbed into the passenger seat, 18 climbed behind the wheel, and ChiChi lied down casually in the back seat, as if they were going on a long road trip.

……..

Yamcha jerked awake.

He blinked his eyes numerous times so he can get focused to the light.

He tried to lift his right foot. The metal clanged reminding him that he was shackled. At least the bandana was removed, so he could at least curse them to death. Yeah right. He bowed his head. He was powerless in this state. He wished he could kill each one of those girls that did this to him. Each time the metal clanged he was reminded when he got tricked; He had a hell of a crick in his neck and shoulder from sitting in such an awkward position for a long time.

He set his jaw firmly when he heard three sets of footsteps walk in the room. He was determined to give each one of those girls a piece of his mind.

"Don't waste your time, Yamcha."

He recognized that voice…. That blue haired bitch he met in the club." How do you know my name? I don't remember telling you!" The silence thickened, as he waited for someone to answer his question. But he highly doubted they would anyways. Hell, they beat him and threw him in the back of their car

"Do you know of anyone of the names of Krillen, Goku, or Vegeta?" 18 asked ignoring his question completely. Just as he thought.

He laughed, a dry, and totally pissed of sound." Why should I tell you? You some kind of hunters or something?"

"And what if we are?'

He stilled for a moment, stung.

ChiChi snagged his chin. "If you don't tell us… I'm sure we can figure out a way for you tell us what we want to know."

He jerked his head away." What are you planning to do? Kill me? or something if I don't tell you hunters. Well, you better kill me 'cause I am not telling you shit."

Bulma laughed with no humor behind it. Her laugh mad a cold chill run down him throat. He hated her. "Don't think we won't kill you now and find another one of your friends." She unsheathed her knife from her boot and ran he fingers against the blade.

"I'm not telling you girls shit!" he spat trying to break free. 'What kind of chains are these?" he thought. He started to panic a little bit, but he wouldn't show those whores what they are doing to him.

"Not talking then!" Bulma growled, running her knife roughly over his forearm. Bright red blood appeared on his new wound.

Yamcha hissed in pain." You'll find Krillen walking up and down Jackson Street. They all hunt around devils hour."

"What about Goku and Vegeta?" ChChi smirked, grabbing her knife from her sheath on her back.

He cracked like a pussy. He ratted out his friends he known for years. Just from a little pain that might of healed in minutes.

"Goku will be found mostly in dark alleys." Yamcha said looking down at his feet, feeling ashamed of himself.

"And Vegeta?"

"You'll find him in Madison Park."

"How do we know that he is telling the truth?" ChiChi snapped, putting her blade to his throat.

"I am! Now let me go!"

"We cant do that." 18 said drawing out her double daggers, looking at them admiringly.

"And why not?" He hissed. He felt like he was going to piss his pants right in front of them.

"Bulma doesn't like vampires, and we learned not to trust them because of what one of you kind did to her daddy." 18 responded.

"Then kill me damnit! If that's what you hunters were planning to do!"

"Actually we were planning for you to be are maid forever" Bulma said, laughing at her own joke afterward.

"You asked to die… We know your kind you would tell on us to save your vampire friends life." 18 purred.

She slowly slid her dagger from his abdomen, and roughened her grip when the blade reached his chest. She pushed her dagger into his heart making his coppery blood wrap around her blade.

"I'm going to call Lee to get him out of our apartment." Chichi announced hoarsely, walking out of the room.

18 twisted her blade and gently pulled it out, wiping his own blood on his dark blue jeans.

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End of second chapter! Hope you liked it. please review! Oh yeah, I'm not hating on Yamcha or anything but someone had to die. Whahahahahahaha 'cough,cough' hahahahahaha. Anyways, Sorry Yamcha lovers. Vegeta, Goku, and Krillen in the next chapters. REVIEW!

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