Title: Nosfer Atu - (Chapter: Chapter 4)
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.

It was about 5.00 p.m. and Spencer was in deep sleep when suddenly she was awoken by a noisy big lump jumping on her bed.

"Spencer come-on, it's almost dinnertime and you haven't even gotten up yet. If you would only teach me how to cook properly I wouldn't have to wake you up for it." Spencer sat up in bed looking in to the eyes of the kneeling teenager in front of her.

"I'm up, I'm up." Spencer Yawned deeply, she grinned and ruffled Kyla's hair.

"Relax I'll make you dinner and no, you may not cook for yourself. I don't want to wake up to the smell of a burning kitchen or a scream from you when you cut your fingers off. No thank you. I'll rather get up early everyday and know you're well fed than sleep in one day and you have an accident." Kyla smiled.

"And besides, when else am I going to get to spend time with you? This is the only time we get to talk and the only time for me to help with your homework. Speaking of which, Do you have any you need help with today?" She had risen from bed and was now looking for clothes in her dresser.

"Yeah, math I hate calculus. I'll get the books to the kitchen hurry up I'm hungry." Kyla ran out of the room and Spencer watched her go. She loved the young kid and truly saw her as her own. She smiled and went to take a quick shower. While in the shower she had about a million thought suddenly bombarding her.

"Can Kyla really be happy in this environment? How does she really handle the fact of what I really am? Is it really that good of me to leave her alone for the entire nights all the time? Am I really doing a good job taking care of her? Am I being a good sister...mother?"

Spencer shook her head and grabbed the shampoo.

"I wish there was something more I could do for her but being under the control of Rose makes that impossible. I can't risk him finding out about Kyla. 'Sigh' I wish I could be free to live the life I want. A life in peace with Kyla and maybe I could find someone to love for myself... Yeah that's gonna happen. Damn Rose."

She rinsed her hair, and then from nowhere the image of a certain brunette detective flashed before her eyes.

"Hmm, I wonder if Ashley would make a good mother figure...? Wait where did that come from? I... I can't... No way...ah, cold water NOW..." Spencer's thoughts where turning somewhere she did not feel like following. She turned the handle to cold and washed away her thoughts and stepped out of the shower to dry of and get dressed.

When Spencer got into the kitchen Kyla was sitting at the table with her homework. She didn't want to do it but she knew it made Spencer happy. She just wished they could spend some more time together. When Spencer wasn't working she was sleeping. When she did have a day off they tried to spend it together after Kyla got home from school.

Kyla raised her head when she heard footsteps coming for the kitchen. She smiled at Spencer and pointed to the counter behind her.

"I have brought everything out so it would be faster done for you." Spencer nodded and went to inspect the groceries and she turned on the oven. Kyla wanted oven-fried potatoes with fried beef. And since Spencer didn't qualify that as a healthy meal at all she added a salad and cooked broccoli and carrots. When she told Kyla this she made a face but made no protest.

"Hey Ky, why don't you get a plate and set the table for youself?" Kyla stood and rolled over to the cupboards. That's when Spencer noticed the rollerblades Kyla wore.

"Kyla, why are you wearing those inside? They're meant to be used outside. Go take them off before you fall and break something, be that an object or one of your legs." Kyla rolled to the table with a glass and a plate she took from the cupboards.

"Jeez, relax Spencer. They're still new I have to break them in and besides I'm not going to fall." She grinned where she stood by the window at the table. To demonstrate her point she started to jump from one leg to another in a way to prove how good she was at keeping her balance.

Spencer looked disapprovingly at her but didn't have time to say anything before Kyla actually did loose her balance and fell backwards, in the fall she grabbed for the first thing that came to mind which happened to be the thick black curtain to the window.

Fortunately for Kyla it helped break her fall and she landed flat on her butt, unfortunately for Spencer the hanger that held the curtain up wasn't meant to hold on that kind of weight and the whole thing fell down. When it fell Spencer's eyes went wide and she reacted as fast as she could but unfortunately that was nowhere near fast enough. The late afternoon sunlight shined inside and hit Spencer head on.

"AAGH SHIT...it burns!" Spencer screamed and jumped for the door and in to the shadow. She fell to the floor clutching her arm that now had a big burn over it. She had turned her head so her hair covered the skin there and her tank top had saved her abdomen. But she was hit in the side when jumping out of the way.

Kyla looked terrified and hurried to Spencer's side. She saw the burns on her arm and went to get a cloth and some really cold water in a bowl.

Spencer was shaking badly from the pain. But knew that she was lucky that it was this late in the day and the sun wasn't that strong so the wounds would be fast to heal but that didn't make it hurt any less. Kyla was cooling off the arm and looked quite ashamed and a little teary eyed. She had kicked of the rollerblades that where now lying on the floor.

"Kyla, you need to think of what you're doing. Had it been earlier when the sun stood at it's highest this could have ended really bad. Agh." She winced as pain shot through her arm again.

"I'm so very sorry Spencer. I guess I really didn't think. I'll just go hang the curtain back alright?" Kyla stood and gave Spencer the cloth and Spencer sat up continuing to cool of her skin. She watched the youth stand on the table to get high enough to hang the curtain back.

"It's alright Kyla. But as I said you need to be careful. Something as simple as that mistake could easily kill me you know." Kyla had gotten the curtain up and hopped of the table walking to her guardian. She gave Spencer a hug. Spencer knew she was truly sorry and embraced the teen.

"So should I finish dinner now? I'll just wrap this cloth over my arm for a while. It will heal in a few days. So continue your homework now." Kyla saw that Spencer was still in pain but knew not to push it.

Spencer was careful with her arm when she finished dinner for Kyla. She served Kyla and sat opposite of her at the table. When Kyla was finished she looked at Spencer.

"Spencer, when will you have a day off again? You look like you could really need one. Have you even gotten time to eat in the last few days?" Kyla said sounding very concerned.

Spencer rose and got the dishes from the table to clean them. She sighed. Kyla was a very perceptive girl when she wanted to be. Spencer hadn't eaten in the last two days, with her working hours she had been too busy to make time to feed. A part of her figured that was what Rose wanted. If she was exhausted maybe she would be open to Rose's invitations. But Spencer was determined to never let Rose close.

"It's alright Ky. Don't worry about me I'm fine. I have been too busy to be able to feed in a few days. But don't worry I'll try to get to it before work tonight." She saw the worry in Kyla's eyes and frowned.

"Please don't worry Kyla. You know I would never go for you even if I got desperate. You do believe me don't you? I know you must be worried but I could never feed from you, don't be afraid of me Ky." Spencer looked pleadingly at Kyla. Kyla looked shocked at her words and flung herself at her. Hugging her hard, desperate to show her that she did not fear her.

"No, No Spencer. That's not it. I could never be afraid of you. You saved me from such a fate from the start and I know you would never endanger my safety knowingly. I'm just concerned for your health. Please I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I was afraid of you." Spencer smiled at that.

"Thank you Kyla, it means allot to hear you say that. And I will probably have a day off after this weekend, when the days of the full moon are over." She sighed and turned back to dry the now finished dishes when the phone rang in the living room.

Kyla made no move to pick up. She knew she was not allowed to do that, only if she waited for the machine to pick up so she could hear who it was. It was one way of making sure Rose or anyone else wouldn't find out about her. Her friends knew she always waited for the machine to pick up even though they couldn't figure out why. She went after Spencer in to the living room.

"Yes I kinda figured that. So when.. oh that soon. Well then I'll just get dressed and I will be there in an hour okay? I know he doesn't like to wait but what can I do? Yeah, see you in an hour. Bye." Spencer hung up and didn't look to thrilled.

"I'm sorry Kyla I need to leave early today, That was Glen on the phone and it seems that Rose wants a meeting with us." Spencer went to dress in her work clothes quickly and made sure her button up shirtsleeves covered the entire burned arm.

She also put on a pair of hot black silk gloves to cover her hand. They looked really sexy together with her wine-red button up shirt and black skin-tight leather pants. An entire ensemble picked out by none other than Rose, all the others had equally sexy outfits to wear. When at work the three top buttons of the shirt where to be opened to give a really sexy look to them, even the men.

"What? Why? Does he always have to be such an idiot, it's still sunny outside. Does he want you to burn?" Kyla stood outside Spencer's door speaking with her. Spencer came back out and walked passed her to the coat rack.

"Kyla stop it. I have to go now. Be nice okay? Stay inside and don't let..." Kyla rolled her eyes and took over the sentence.

"...Let anyone you don't know inside, don't go out after sundown and do NOT stay away from home without my permission. I know." She looked at Spencer and shrank back from the glare she was given.

"Kyla, that's not something to joke about. I'm only concerned for your safety. So we clear. Stay inside. I'll go now, see you tomorrow." She turned and got her trench coat on and brought her hood up. She got in her shoes and took her leather gloves. Then she went to work, keeping to the shadows away from the fading sunrays.

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When Spencer got to work the place was full of dinner guests and the evening staff worked fast. The reason they could be open during these hours of light was due to the painted windows in the walls. People just thought it was to get the atmosphere necessary to live up to the name. Every table had living candles on them, which gave the entire place an eerie glow.

Spencer went upstairs to meet up with Glen. He lived on the third floor which was right below the penthouse. She got there fast and knocked on the door.

"I'm coming, just a moment." Spencer heard him finishing up, she couldn't understand it but he really liked their master and always looked his best for him. Soon the door opened and there he was.

"Hey, sweetie. Did you get here alright?" Glen pecked her cheek and they went for the stairs.

"Yes everything went fine. The sun is setting so the shadowed parts are big now. And where I had to walk into the sunrays I had my coat for protection as always." He nodded and they reached their master's door. Glen stepped up and knocked.

"Hey, Berkie. We're here now, can we come in?" He called to get permission to enter. He knew better than to just walk inside even though he was expecting them. Nobody walked inside until he said so.

"Yes do come in." They heard a choked cry from within. As soon as they opened the door their noses where assaulted with the heavy scent of blood, human blood. They walked inside and in the living room was Rose on a leather couch leaning over a young boy of no more than fifteen; he had his mouth pressed tightly to the boy's neck.

The boy tried to scream but no sound came, he reached up to claw at Rose's face only to notice how his strength was draining fast. Then came the pain, a piercing pain that reached from his neck and out into every limb possible. The pain feeling like every blood vessel in your body was caught on fire internally and then torn apart at the same time.

That's when his arms fell limply to his sides and Rose's mouth left his neck. Now there was a big bite-wound on his neck and in the midst of all teeth marks the skin was pierced in four places from which small droplets of blood trickled down. The boy was barely alive anymore and with a last pleading look towards the newcomers of the room he felt strong hands at the sides of his head. The last thing he heard was a fast crack as his neck was snapped.

Rose laid the boy down on the floor next to the couch and grabbed a napkin to wipe away the trails of blood he had from the corners of his mouth. He tossed the napkin to cover the boys face and then turned to his guests.

"Sorry about that. I was late with dinner this evening; this was a hard catch to get a hold of. Just getting he to trust me enough to come up here with me took me two hours. So how are you my Spencer? Any problems in getting here safely?" His eyes roamed all over Spencer taking in every detail of the body he so desired. Her work outfit suited her so well, it was difficult to watch her in it though, she looked so delicious that Rose wanted nothing else than take her to bed and take her in every way possible.

Spencer flushed under the others scrutiny and his use of the word 'MY' Spencer, and the lust-filled look didn't help any.

'Possessive much?' Glen thought and had to suppress a giggle.

"Yes sir, everything went fine. Thank you for asking."

"Well then take a seat I'll just arrange for someone to deal with the leftovers." Spencer fought a wince at those words and looked at the young boy. She knew they had to feed to survive but to treat a human like an object was not something she was willing to do. As she saw it they had all been humans once.

Spencer always shed tears for the ones she fed of. She felt it was the least she could do to show a little remorse. But she was well aware of the fact that the world was not all flowers and smiles. They where predators of the worst kind. The kind that looked about the same as you or me. Not much unusual about them that would tell you what they where if you didn't know what to look for, and even then it was easy to make mistakes.

All of Rose's underlings had great looks, as a matter of fact Rose had originally hand picked them all due to their good looks. He knew that if they looked great as humans they would be extraordinarily beautiful when changed. Due to the change your eyes got a more vibrant colour, your skin got a beautifully pale cream color and your hair got a shine to it that would take a normal person hours of work and tons of hair styling products to achieve.

Your bone structure straightened out and became in the closest flawless, as for your nails, well they became something closer to claws. Well for a vampire they could still be considered nails because they were fairly easy to take care of and very feminine, even for the male vampire. As for example, the werewolves, their claw-like nails were so hart, they often didn't bother with them. And then naturally there where the fangs.

Spencer looked up to see Rose put the phone down and walk back to them. They had sat down in the expensive leather couch; the color of it was called Oxblood. A suiting color for any rich vampire Spencer thought. Rose sat down on the other side of the table in the armchair with his legs crossed and arms out relaxed by the armrests. He instantly took a serious tone.

"We seem to have a problem. I didn't like to get the cops here yesterday and they have been here during the day talking to the rest of the workers from yesterday. We need to do something about this and fast. Did any of you see the one with the victim?" He looked serious and Glen just shook his head. Spencer spoke up.

"Yes sir I did. For a brief moment when the dead guy bought drinks his date came and took a possessive hold around his waist."

"And? Do you know who it was?"

"It was one of the new werewolves' sir. I've seen him before, he doesn't seem very stable." Spencer took this very serious since it affected her as much as any of the others.

"Well then, if he has access to our VIP passes he must have been cleared by one of us or he could have managed to steal them. Anyhow, we need to deal with this as soon as possible. If he comes here tonight alert me at once, I will personally deal with him. So I'll give the bouncers his description to so they can take him if need be." He twined his fingers together in front of his mouth and closed his eyes while speaking.

"You do realize what it could mean for us where the cops to get a search warrant for this place? We would be exposed and that would cause disaster."

"Yes Master, but we will deal with this idiot right? Why don't we alert the werewolf council about this crazy bastard? They are all regulars here anyway so they would obviously help Right?" Rose nodded. Then there was a knock on the door, when Rose called out they entered. One immediately picked the body up and the other stood before Rose with his bowed awaiting orders.

"Yes I'll do that. Well I guess there's nothing more we can do about this now. So would you two like for something to eat? I have a couple of nice specimens in my bedroom. They are a little doped up so you won't be able to play with them of course, but they have very nice blood types. And are quite tasty, I've only had a nip at each. I'll join you; though I just ate I wouldn't mind having seconds."

Glen slowly shook his head.

"I'm sorry but I have to turn this one down. I have a beautiful specimen of my own strapped up in the cellars, so I'll save my appetite for him. He will probably give me a good time." Rose just gave a nod and turned to Spencer, Being her master he could feel her hunger.

"And what about you Spencer? Would you like to eat? I can sense you haven't eaten recently. You really need to eat or you'll loose your strength." He nodded for the girl to go fetch two of the so-called specimens in his bedroom.

It was two girls in there mid twenties who both had very glazed eyes due to the drugs in their system, no major drugs of course only a slightly tranquillizing drug that didn't affect the quality of their blood. They had small bite-wounds in their necks from Rose. Spencer had missed her opportunity to hunt due to this meeting and she was starving by now, she could not say no.

"Yes please, I would appreciate a meal very much. Thank you, sir." Rose gave her a satisfied smile and motioned for her to pick her meal.

"So do you want to eat here or might I hope for you to come play in the cellars for once?"

"I'll just eat here sir if you don't mind." She looked pleadingly at Rose. She hated the cellars, There were nothing but pure torture chambers that looked like something taken from a medieval movie. But Rose only nodded, and then Glen stood from his seat.

"Well I guess I'll be taking my leave then. See you in the bar later Spencer." He gave rose a quick kiss and left. Spencer walked up and took one of the girls by her arm and led her to the couch, the blonde looked at her like she was in a trance. She talked soothingly to her while settling her head at her neck. Rose had already plunged his teeth into the other girl's neck.

The last ting Spencer said to the girl was a quiet whispered:

"I'm sorry" and then her teeth elongated and she bit into her neck and she gasped as if out of breath, and she inhaled for what would be her very last breath. Spencer fed of her until she was almost completely drained then she removed her mouth from the girl's neck and with a quick twist of her hand she snapped her neck. That was the kind thing to do so she didn't suffer for to long.

She then shed a couple of tears for the girl in her arms and bent down to kiss her forehead, then she whispered a last quiet sorry low enough for only her to hear.