Well, here I go - this is the next chapter. I hope you'll like it, although it's long. I would gladlly have someone check my stories, but as it is my mum and sister are worse in grammer, nor interested. My english teacher, surprisingly as she jokes of the length my stories are, wanted to have a look. But I'll have to wait till she finishes marking A- level coursework. So I hope it would be soon possible for her to pre-read them, that is if she likes the genre - she's not into vampires type.

Chapter Six

Nick Red stood in one of the dark corners with no light, against the wall. He was soon joined by Vampire Dark, they both looked at the dance floor, pairs were dancing.

"So?" asked Nick without enthusiasm.

"So what, I don't really get you most of the time." Nick didn't move a muscle, they were friends from childhood, but lately they were growing apart. He remembered being ten and exclaiming: 'my own vampire!' when they met and became friends they relationship had no boundaries and one would give up his life to save the other. But everything changed…

Dark like always knew what his friend was meaning, but as time changes he knew they friendship wasn't enough for them to face night world differences. "Tell you what, I'll make you in charge of the adding stuff."

"Like I though, I can get Ruth to help you with correspondence and putting it on web, but you have to pay her yourself; or if someone will make a mistake I'll make them do extra work for you."

"Great."

"Oh, there's a letter for you from one girl's friend who asked to pass it on."

"Why then didn't Ruth give me it."

"The girl just brought it. Here…" Nick gave it to him.

Dark opened the envelope, about in a minute a smile spread on his face.

"From who is it?"

"You remember I told you about someone named 'well-wisher', well that's her," he passed the paper to Nick, who stared at the magazine page.

"Her? It's some kind of a model."

"It says that the picture is of her, but the face is pasted."

"Then you can't do anything," Nick outlined, but he stopped when he saw a grin on his friend's face telling him otherwise.

"I'll find her you don't worry of that. It's too enticing not to."

"Well you better be careful, don't let her find out about night world or you'll be in even more trouble. You think you'll only get a comment from humans. You're wrong, sooner or later night people will find that the thing you're putting on web isn't just someone's fan web page, but a real thing."

"They can't find me out."

"Oh yes they can, the advertisement for my club is somewhere there, they just have to contact the property owner - my mum, she's clever, she'll figure out who they are searching for."

Dark face shown worry only for five seconds, then it turned into a danger one. "I told you not to brake night world rules." continued Nick.

"You know that I changed, I don't follow they rules anymore. I believe that we can live with humans knowing of our existence and even being quite friendly with some."

"Join the circle Daybrake if you must."

"No! I don't believe in being equal to them, but I want them to know of our existence to be afraid and respective." Dark's eyes were shining with a spark known to people of great ideas.

Later on Nick joined Susan and Holy and bought them the drinks he promised. He and Holy danced a few dances, in which with compliments to how she looks not a good dancer as Susan, after which they exchanged phone numbers.

While they danced, Susan went exploring the club (only in the allowed areas, how sweet Nick was, she wasn't going to push her luck). Near the music stands she found a narrow corridor and out of curiosity as much as having nothing to do, slow music wasn't good for dancing alone and there was no way she was going to ask the boy who danced with her earlier.

She went through the corridor, it was narrow and dark, when she reached the ending she saw two doors, one saying ' band rest room' with no entrance sign next to it and the other saying exit.

Susan turned to go, but then she heard a voice in her head, not the boys she danced with - she was sure of that. She tried to make it out - it actually was two voices having a conversation by minds - not that surprising to Susan. She was freaked out.

How do you expect us to find who it is? came one of them.

Think of something. He's braking night world main rules and I'm not going to let him. You're in the delivery service, find something out.

Vampire Dark, what kind of a name is that. One thing: the mail to him goes through Ruth personally… Susan's heartbeat quickened.

WAIT SOMEONE'S LISTENING the other screamed in her mind. She knew by now that the people talking where outside the club's exit door, they where moving, but as couldn't find her outside went quite.

Who are? the voice which shouted before whispered softly.

She didn't answer, instead she tried picturing herself being erased, experience which came from meditating, she hoped it would help.

Who are you? the voice came commanding. She could feel her erasing was helping. She was picturing the exit of their minds to get away…

NO! DON'T LEAVE! there was power behind his voice, it pulled her back, now only into his mind, the other left - it was dark.

Who are you? the voice was not surprised anymore, only determined and commanding. Susan had nothing to use against him in this battle, where she was the weak one.

Who are you? Where are you? Tell me, everything will be ok the voice sounded kind and she began to feel herself giving up.

Don't, she sounded weak in this other world of minds.

Just tell me, everything will be ok, she had to tell something and not lies, she somehow knew that it would be evident if she did.

My name is… she calmed herself down as she did before the matches, a Well Wisher. And it's time for me to go. she counted on his surprise of resistance, which she got, she imagined blowing a kiss and left.

As she saw the corridor coming back into view she ran back the way she came there, hoping no cameras were around…

Strekoza: P.S thak you for the reviews who wrote, hope this is interesting enough, with least spelling mistakes possible (fat chanse).