A Vampire Killing 2?

See part 1 for all disclaimers. All permission to archive at any known site—feel free, please. Sorry about the long time between postings, but I'm feeling better now.

And also thank you to everyone who has requested more. It's good to know that your appreciated.

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Nick drove his green Caddy down the rain slicked streets. It had started to rain a little earlier that night which is why they could not find much in the blood soaked prints that led away from the house. The rain was an annoying drizzle, the kind that made use of wipers semi-necessary.

He turned the radio dial to CERK and was surprised to find a taped LaCroix broadcast. He shrugged and turned off the radio then for he was almost at his destination.

He parked on the street, locking up the door to his vehicle. Then he took the stroll of half a block to the nondescript building with the subdued sign overhead saying "The Raven".

Walking through the door, he nodded at the doorman and down the steps into the club proper. It was jammed this night. Nick wend his way through the mass of people—both human and not. He saw the one he was seeking near the bar, talking to Miklos, the bartender. Nick liked Miklos. He minded his business and took good care to the place and its mistress.

Said mistress looked up with a delighted smile at the vision the detective presented to her. He looked delicious with his blonde hair just slightly damp.

"So Nicola," she purred at him, as he took her hand and kissed it, "are you here on business or pleasure?"

"Business," he stated.

"So, how can I help you today, detective," said a piqued Janette. He only came around lately on business. They had been getting quite close lately—what with the Leonardo picture and all.

Nick handed her a card—one from her establishment.

"This was found earlier at a rather ugly crime scene. Blood had been drunk as well. Anyone been on a killing streak lately?"

Janette sighed and looked at the card.

"What makes you think, besides the card, it was one of us?"

"I don't. These killings happened tonight, but a neighbor thought she saw a suspect earlier in the daytime. But he could hang out here if he was a groupie, could he not?"

"Maybe. Any description?"

Nick gave her the rundown of what the neighbor had said. Janette nodded.

"There was someone here matching that description. I had my bouncers throw him out. He looked like a homeless person in his clothing. He also had blood caked under his fingernails—thoroughly disgusting."

A nod from the detective.

"Anyone take any notice other than the bouncers?"

"As a matter of fact," she pointed to a group of young people. "He seemed taken with that group over there."

Nick saw a flash of fangs from a girl.

"Vampires?"

"Wannabe's, cher. They come in here a lot, for the atmosphere."

"Have they been coming in here long?"

"Not too much," said Janette, offhandedly. "So, Nicola, I helped you…"

"You have," said Nick, kissing her softly on the lips.

Janette put her arms around him. "So now, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Ask," said he, kissing her once more.

She responded for a moment and then broke away. It was unusual for him to be so affectionate as of late.

"I got an invitation to the Charity Fashion Show that's going to be held at the Convention Centre."

"And..." Nick prompted.

"I want you to go as my date."

Nick was surprised.

"Why me?"

Janette snorted some. She turned him toward the mirror over the bar.

"You will look so good on my arm, Nicola. Together we will be the toast of the event."

Nick looked up to the heavens for patience. However, he did tell her that he would do this favor, so, why not? What could it possibly hurt? As long as no one at the Precinct found out, he supposed he would be alright.

"Ok," he told her, decision made, "I'll go to this show with you. However, I want your complete cooperation in finding this guy."

"Of course, cher," she purred at him, giving him a light kiss on the lips. Then she pointed to a woman with black hair with a purple stripe in it wearing a rather gothic looking dress and fangs. "That, darling, is Mora. That...person seemed to know her."

A smile from the detective.

"Thank you, Janette." He told her simply.

"Well, that's not quite the way to say goodbye," she pouted, playfully. Truthfully though, she had gotten more kisses from him than she usually had. This time he gave an exaggerated sigh and then took her in his arms and kissed her proper. She looked up at him when they parted with an intense look in her eyes. "That, Nicola, was much better."

With that, Nick gave her a light kiss on her hair and left to talk to Mora.