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.
Here's Chapter 3.
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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"Ah. No, not at all. Just, do you mind if I finish up here during it?" Spencer held up the towel and pointed to the rack with recently washed glasses smiling sheepishly.

"I've gotten behind with this due to all guests tonight and we are only two left working in the bars. And I can see that Glen obviously didn't think of working while answering questions." She looked towards her friend who sat with what she guessed to be another detective. With a sigh she called to the blonde-haired man.

"Mou! Glen couldn't you at least continue cleaning while talking, I want to get home as soon as possible, If you don't mind." Glen gave her a smile.

"Alright alright, I'll get to it." He turned back to the Aiden and smiled sweetly at him. All Spencer could do was give a shake of her head. She didn't have time debating with him. She turned back to the detective in front of her.

"I'm sorry about that. Anyway, my name is Spencer Carlin." Holding her hand out to shake Ashley's. Ashley smiled and reached out to take her hand. She glanced at said hand noticing the nails and how long and sharp they where.

'Must go to a manicurist her hands and nails are so well tended. Well this girl is drop-dead gorgeous all over as far as I can see. Though I wouldn't mind seeing more.' Her thoughts where interrupted by Spencer letting go of her hand and resumed working on the dishes.

"Ah well. As I said I'm here about a murder that looks like it happened sometime during the night and according to eyewitnesses he was spotted here early this night. And supposedly he was with another man. I have a Polaroid of the victim taken after he was found. Would you look at it and tell me if you have seen him tonight?" She held out the photo to Spencer, who looked at it, she did in fact recognize the man for she had been in company with one of the Full moon guests.

"I couldn't tell for sure. This place has been full all night so there is no way I could be really certain it was this particular man I saw. But I think I saw him briefly while ordering drinks but that would be all." Spencer told her sadly. Holding her face blank to not show the worry she felt of a murder-case being tied to the club.

"Yes I do realize that. But would you try to think if you saw him with a man who apparently kept close very close to him." Ashley tried to read her expression but couldn't see whether the blonde was telling the truth or not. But she seemed trustworthy enough.

"I'm very sorry detective; I wish I could be of more help. But we don't really pay great attention to people if they don't behave in a disturbing manner." Spencer did her best to sound convincing so this interrogation would end.

"Well at least you tried right? And by the way, call me Ashley." She said putting away the Polaroid with the infamous Davies smile while looking into Spencer's eyes. Spencer flushed a little at the look.

'God those eyes are so expressive I feel like I could melt from the look in those eyes, oh I can just feel the blush on my face. No stop zoning out. She seems nice enough but I need to watch what I say in this matter. Wait, what did she say?'

"Huh, oh okay. Ashley it is then. But then please call me Spencer." She gave a slight smile at Ashley who looked pleased by her answer. Around them all people had left and the bouncer locked up and left through the so-called VIP door.

"I'll do that Spencer. How long have you been working at this place anyway?" Ashley asked with allot of interest in her voice. Spencer yet again looked up from her work while taking note of the subject changing to more personal areas.

"About eight or nine months now I think it is." She saw behind Ashley how Glen had finished talking to the detective and he was currently talking to the bouncer.

"Always been a bartender?" Ashley followed Spencer's movements while she placed the now dry glasses on their proper places only to bring forth more glasses to dry off.

"No not really. I actually wanted to become a police once but due to certain circumstances I never got around to finishing my studies." Spencer got a sad look on her face when she seemed to drift off somewhere. Off some reason Ashley didn't like seeing Spencer with that look. So she asked the question that had been burning in her since she first laid eyes on the blonde.

"So are you seeing anyone at the moment?" Spencer did a double take at Ashley and flushed bright red, which showed clearly on her very pale complexion.

'Did she just ask..?' but before she could answer a deep voice dripping of authority interrupted them.

"I really don't see how that is any of your business detective." Spencer winced a little at the voice, a voice belonging to her boss.

"Good morning. My name is Berkley Rose; I'm the owner of this establishment. Is there a good reason for you to disturbing my two single bar workers in the middle of clean up?" He glared at Ashley not liking at all the way she had been leering at his employee and asking such personal questions.

Ashley didn't like the superior tone this man had. He was one of those people who thought he was better than everyone else was.

"Yes actually, we're investigating the murder of a man who was seen here earlier tonight and I was currently questioning Spencer here about him." Rose knew very well what had been going on, he had been going to come in when he heard a man questioning Spencer. He had stayed put in the door to the bar until the questions took a turn at which he didn't approve of at all.

"Well that's not what I heard. So since you had stopped asking questions about the case can I take it you where done then?"

"Yes. I don't suppose you'd know anything about it?"

"No. I haven't been down here all night. I have been upstairs in my apartment working on paperwork for this place. So if there weren't anything else I would appreciate it if you both took your leave and let my employees do their work. Good night detective." Aiden was currently standing by Ashley's side thinking about the same things as Ashley. They thought he was a conceited bastard.

"Yes I think we have all we need for now. We do need to speak to the rest of the staff who has worked tonight. We'll be in touch." Ashley stood away from the bar and looked briefly at Spencer.

"Oh, I'll let you guys out and lock after you." Spencer snapped to attention and lead them to the door. Ashley smiled at her and the two detectives followed her.

"Jeez Berks, Are we cranky this morning? Why are you down here anyway, why haven't you gone to bed yet? You haven't been up waiting for little old me now have you?" Glen gave Rose a suggestive look. He raised an eyebrow at the blonde-haired man.

"While I do enjoy your company from time to time, that was not the reason at all." Glen looked at him with mocked hurt.

"Well maybe you would like to spend all the day hours with me then?" He threw his arms around his neck. And gave him a sexy smile. He gripped his shoulders to push him away gently.

"Not today Glennie. I really don't feel like it." He told him gently. Now the blonde-haired man crossed him arms and pouted.

"If I where Spencer and asked that question I swear you would have jumped my bones right here." They where interrupted by the sound of Spencer walking in to a barstool out of chock for hearing such a blunt comment. Her face a fierce red of embarrassment. Rose merely smirked at her flushed look.

"Err. Sir I really need to go home now its getting late and I want to get home before the sun gets up to high." She pointed to the uncovered windows of the doors to prove her point.

By now it was past six thirty and the first sunrays had begun to walk upon the ground. But this neighborhood was packed with old and high buildings that didn't let the sun show properly until it stood high enough. All in all a very shadowed part of the city, which was why people found it hard to believe there was a decent place to go to in order to have fun or eat a nice dinner.

"Why, yes I guess you do, though if it you need it I would love for you to share my bed, anytime." He had been leaning towards Spencer and the last word he whispered seductively in her ear. But Spencer pulled away quickly; slightly disturbed by Rose's unmasked try at seduction.

"Well then I'll see you later tonight. Bye." Spencer walked to the door and left.

"When are you going to give up on her? Don't you realize that she doesn't want you? No matter how much you spoil her and letting her do as she feels most of the time, her heart wont change." Rose looked grim at that.

"Well who needs her heart? I want that body. I want to feel her, to own her. I want her to give herself to me willingly. And I will find a way to make her mine. I swear it." Glen didn't like it when he spoke like that. But what could he do. He was his master after all, and he desired him too much to get into a serious argument with him. He wasn't angry with Spencer for the attention she got from Rose, just a little jealous. He wanted Rose to desire him as much as he desired Spencer. But he knew he would always welcome him to his bed and that was enough for him.

He knew he took all of his underlings to bed from time to time but that he was his favorite. Much because he went willingly with the intention to give as much as he received in the ways of pleasure.

Spencer however was different; she refused all the attention from their master and had never shared bed with Rose. Rose even allowed her to live separate from the others. All other of Rose's underlings lived in this very house on the upper floors in their own apartments. Rose lived in the penthouse. The penthouse was big with five rooms and a big kitchen, which was not, used other than the refrigerator.

Spencer had even gotten Rose's word that he wouldn't try to find out where Spencer lived. She really wanted her privacy from her workplace. She didn't even play in the cellars freely; she wasn't into that kind of thing. She only went down there if Rose gave her the direct order. Glen really couldn't understand that. To him it was like instinct to play once in a while.

He suspected that was the root of Rose's patience with her. He desired the innocence which was Spencer, but didn't want to take her by force. He wanted Spencer to be his, just like Glen was his by choice. For he felt he got more pleasure from someone who wanted him to feel good and not someone who made it out of obligation.

"Well Glennie. Let's both go home and get some sleep." Glen looked at him and then to the bar and tables that was not finished yet.

"Don't worry about it. I'll make sure Madison and the others clean up before opening today. They just have to start earlier that's all."

"Oh Madison's not going to like that. I'm glad I don't work the same shift as her tomorrow then. She'll surely whine like a little bitch all evening." Rose only nodded and started for the VIP door while Glen walked to the front doors, covering the windows with black curtains. They both went upstairs to their apartments to sleep through the day.

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Spencer left her workplace in haste. Glad to be out of there. She truly hated it when Rose came on to her like that. She felt so uncomfortable but at the same time she was glad that he never did anything to her if she said no.

'He's never going to give up is he? Why can't he get that I do not want him? I wish I could leave this place go somewhere where they could not find me. But He'll always find me so what's the use? I'm lucky he respects my wishes to live in private in my apartment and not ask where it is located.'

She walked down the streets with her coat on and the hood up, keeping close to buildings to stay in the shadows. About a half an hour later she walked up the stairs of an old apartment building. At some places on the stairs was the occasional homeless person sleeping. This neighborhood really wasn't nice at all. But she had to live relatively close to the club, which was Rose's top condition for his apartment.

She came up to her floor and went inside. She threw her keys on the little table standing by the door. And then a sleepy voice drifted to her.

"Spencer? Why are you home so late, the sun's kinda high already." Kyla emerged from her room looking to have awakened of the sound of Spencer coming in.

"Good morning Ky. Yeah work dragged out today, and the guests where obviously not in a hurry to leave today and then there was some, disturbance when I was cleaning up in the bar."

"What? Did that bastard boss off yours try to get you to bed again? You probably have to beat it in to his scull that you don't want him." Spencer glared at her. But flushed all the same.

"Ky don't talk like that. And you know very well that I could never do that to him. The punishment would be severe. Even for me. Would you really I risk that? Then I would probably loose all my freedom." Spencer looked down at the floor as in shame. And she was ashamed. She hated this living.

To have to ask about everything like an obedient child, she hated how she played of her so-called master's feelings and got away with so much. She was well aware of the fact that Rose spoiled her in the hopes that she would give herself to him freely. Rose wanted her to be a permanent resident in his penthouse.

"I could do it for you." Kyla smiled a goofy smile, it was meant like a joke but Spencer did not appreciate it at all.

"KYLA! Don't say stuff like that. You know well enough that you aren't allowed anywhere near that club or the people there. If he knew about you I don't know what he'd do to you. I could never live with that." She looked distressed now. She was truly exhausted and Kyla gave her a hug.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Please why don't you go to bed? I have already covered all the windows so you just sleep. I'll go to sleep a little longer to." Spencer held her a little longer and then both residents went to bed.

Outside the covered windows the sun had peeked high enough to light up the streets, so the day was here and with it came some peace for the citizens of the city. At least until the sunset came yet again.