Finding A Compromise!

After my encounter with the detectives of the NYPD I had to scurry and hid in the shadows for a good few days. Though I wasn't really worried about being almost caught again, I still had to make my presence less scares in this city. Even the media and newspapers were having a field day taking jabs at what and who I was! Great! And here I thought things wouldn't get worse! Well, if I hadn't killed so many earlier, then my situation wouldn't have gotten this bad! But it's too late to 'make amends' now.

I was currently walking towards Manhattan; well, Lower Manhattan as I was currently in Time Square. In mid-day the streets couldn't get enough people and vehicles. The big TV screens and lights of all kinds flashed by my sensitive eyes as I tried to blend in with a crowd of people while crossing the street. I had to dig my fangs into my lower lip as I was surrounded by heartbeats. Though I wasn't hungry now, it sure was provoking me to be hungry soon!

I won't even mention how my nose felt in this place! I was practically swimming in exhaust fumes, junk food, and human breaths for the last twenty minutes!

My ears rang in annoyance and people shouted over their phones because cab and normal car drivers were busy honking their horns at one another. Other by-standers were standing at curbs of the sidewalk; selling all kinds of useful junk. I stopped when I found a sunglasses rack and took interest at a pair of black rimed and dark looking shades.

"Eight bucks each, if you're interested!" The sails man offered the price as I checked my pockets for the cash. With the sun getting brighter and the weather warming up, I need some form of protection for my inhuman eyes. Well, that and besides hiding them too.

"Thanks! Take care!" The man said after I paid for them and walked off without a word. Shoving them on my face, I felt a little more relaxed now with the sun out of them. I smirked when I saw a hot dog stand and felt my mouth water at the sight of the juicy dogs on the man's grill, and the smell just made my stomach plea with me. If there was one thing anyone could agree in this town, it was their famous New York Hot Dogs!

"I'll have two, please," I smiled as I approached the big guy in a white apron; his cart decorated with capitalism and adds while topped with colorful umbrellas.

"Two juicy dogs, coming up!" He grinned at me as I counted out the money. Luckily I still have a fair amount in my pockets. I had to ditch the bag, once I had used it all up. Except the smokes, of course. I trashed those ages ago.

Taking in the delicious smells coming of the cart; which were far better than the traffic, I paid the man and headed for an alleyway so I can climb to the roofs and enjoy my meal in peace. The guy was kind enough to give me the works. Topped with onions, mustard, and green relish, I savored each bite.

"Mmmmmhmmm! Hmmmm! Soooo gooood!" I moaned with satisfaction at the awesome flavors as I stuffed my face. As I came to my second, I enjoyed the cool breeze as my legs dangled over a building I had perched upon. From here I can spot all the activities happening both up and downtown of Time Square. Some pigeons landed next to me; hungrily eyeing the remaining hot dog in my grasp. I smirked at them and tore a piece of the bun and flung it behind me. They went after it like mad and even fought for the remaining bits as I tossed another piece at them. It's a dog eat dog city all right! Only the top dogs can make it through! Though I'm no dog, I'll be far better off if I lay off the killings for a while. I can severely hurt and such, but like I had just said; I can only kill if they are truly deserving of death!

My moral; my code that I must follow if I'm to make any friends. Ya right! To make friends of any sort will put them in danger because of me! I'm a half-vampire for crying out loud! I've been through Hell and had my heart torn and cracked by an ass of a King. But that's behind me now. I have to focus on the present.

Belching and patting my stomach with relief I stretched and yawned as the birds flew away to pester someone else for food. This city, I thought as I continued to stare down at the bustling streets of people, was I meant to come here? No! I frowned and reassured my thoughts, I was meant to die in that damn ocean! It was coincidence that I ended up in this place! Pure coincidence! It- it's not my fault! But – it is my choice. Now… I have to live with it. But for how long?

Sure the word of mouth from this city can go as far as National, but; for me, my concern would be across the ocean. Where he is and what he's doing was still my problem, IF he finds out that I'm still alive that is. So far I hear nothing over the news about my killings or even my 'supernatural' existence going public, let alone overseas!

I have got to be more careful! I scolded at myself; well, mainly my other self. Less killing! Less attention! You got that!? Behave and try not to have me go insane with blood lust for a while! This city doesn't like people who are fucked up to the point that even the FBI would have to knock off! I cringed at the thought of America's most secret government agents coming after me. Not that they can grab me anyway, it would just be a pain in the ass should I start too much trouble that WILL grab their attention.

Excuse me! My other half hissed in the back on my head. I'm not the one with the fowl temper! For it is you that will cause our demise if we get into trouble!

Ya? Well we both have to share this body don't we? I countered miffly. You can start preventing all of my sudden bursts by pulling your own weight! Lend me extra strength when I need it and to Hell with all the mood swings too!

You are not the one who commands me! It growled in my voice as I felt my body tremble from the little war. For it was he that I would only follow! Not some damn bitch that thinks she has the weight of the world on her shoulders because of the awful choices she, herself, has made!

Yes it was my choices that got us into this! I growled back. It will also be my choice if we live or die! IF we can die at all! But, can't you see yet? Look into my memories if you can't, damn it! I'm sooo tired of people taking advantage of me it's pathetic! I – I need you now to keep me sane! Alright! There! I said it! Happy now? I need your help to bail me out of any sticky situations since it's only just us! Just me!

There was a long pause as I felt my other half seem to contemplate over our situation. Over my situation! Damn it all! How mentally exhausting is it to talk and convince yourself to stay alive and live free? Apparently a lot! Not even those juicy hot dogs were damping my mood towards my other half! It was true what I said though. I'm not ashamed to admit it when I need help. Doesn't everyone? Well, I guess some people would be too proud to admit it when their in the wrong. Like him. Like I'll ever hear him say "I'm sorry" to me! I plan to send him back to Hell anyway, even if it means that I get dragged along with him. That just means I'll rid the world of MY evil too. Sounds selfless enough? Maybe I might earn a week in Heaven for that, but I doubt it. I already have caused too much suffering to even consider a pardon!

Alright. My other half nearly spooks me from my state of mind. I'll help you. You are the original host after all. I do not wish to return as much as you do! But I must know one thing!

What's that? I asked and braced myself for the question.

How do you plan to kill the King of Vampires without killing us in the proses?

That was a good question, considering hardly anything phases that old bat! Hell! I'll have to come up with something good if I'm going to catch him off his guard. I'll work on that latter, I thought and my other half grumbled in annoyanceas I spotted several red fire trucks going off and racing through the streets.

I wonder what's up. I thought and was grateful that my other half stayed in the back of my head. Jumping to my feet, I leaped roof top to roof top, following the fire trucks for a few blocks until I spotted what they were heading for. A huge car crash that involved a semi had three others trapped under its massive haul. A red corvette seemed to be crushed by its left wheel as a male driver and his counterpart as trapped by the semi's frame.

"Wow. What a mess," I commented as people crowded around the accident like flies to a glowing bug zapper. They can't do anything but watch as police blocked off several streets and now I know the reason for the fire trucks. That semi was hauling gas tanks! Panic and fear for the people under the semi flooded into my veins when I saw some of the gas leaking on the side of the road. Not a good place to be!

Without thinking I leaped from the roof and landed on top of a nearby street lamp, and then I jumped down on the sidewalk as I quickly ran to the accident. Those firefighters are going to need someone strong to pull those people out from under the gas hauler.

Ignoring many surprised people at my arrival, I ran to an alleyway and ran up the wall to jump up and over the gas tanks. What the Hell am I doing?! I thought as I came to the first white car that was smashed up as its nose stuck out from underneath. Sticking my head through the window I noticed a red haired woman and her child, of about eight, trapped and knocked unconscious from the force of being hit by the truck. They were still alive, for I can hear their heartbeats going, but the woman's arm looked broken and I can smell fresh blood.

Taking the handle I ripped off the car door and broke of the seat belt that held the woman in place.

"The Hell you doing?!" A dark skinned fire fighter in uniform approached me, looking pissed that a 'civilian' was trying to help.

"Helping? How 'bout you?" I countered and slowly lifted the woman out of the car and into the man's hands. "Careful! Her left arm's broken! She's got a daughter here too!" He took the woman without question as I went to fish the girl from the damaged vehicle. Just in time too, for the gas tank started to shift and its weight smashed the rest of the car like a tin can. I jumped back with the girl in my arms as the rest of the fire fighters started to hose down the place, just in case a fire broke out. With all these damaged cars, I'm surprised a loose wire didn't start igniting right away!

"Mommy?" The girl muttered in my arms as some blood smeared against her face. She was cut up but not badly.

"Don't worry," I said and followed the uniformed man to an ambulance. "You're going to be okay."

The man took the girl from me and gave her to a medic where her mother lay on a bed trolley from across. I turned around and watched as the situation seemed to be under control. The rest of the drivers and passengers were rescued and no huge explosion was made. Well, there's my good deed for the day.

"Hey!" The fire fighter took off his helmet as he approached me, right before I walked away. "Who are you? I've never seen a woman just break off a car door like that."

"And here I thought I would be getting a 'thank you,'" I countered smugly and smirked when the guy sighed. If I hadn't arrived in time, the girl and her mother would have been crushed alive.

"Thanks," He finally said as someone joined him. His brown eyes looked at me up and down and I glared at him for it. "But – that was rather stupid of you too. It's dangerous when one of these trucks goes down! What if the gas caught fire? You would have been burned alive and we would have no way of saving you!"

"I don't live in life full of if's," I smirked when his eyes burned with anger, "Besides, I don't need saving."

Without another word I walked away, ignoring many curious people as I spotted the news media making its way. I don't want to be spotted by that annoying group. Not to mention if one of those cameras caught me! What would they say if they had captured a girl with only half of a reflection? Would they think I'm a ghost?

Before I could think of more about what the news could do to me, a CB radio from a nearby police car went off and a harsh voice that sounded out of breath, started to cry out in a hurried tone.

"This is Tutuola requesting backup! Suspect in robbery running down Ninth Street and heading straight for West Forty Sixth! Requesting back up now!"

West Forty Sixth? I'm just across from it! Making a decision, I quickly race towards the street and saw a man charging right towards me just as I turned the corner. With quick reaction I brought up my left arm and 'cloths lined' the dude. A harsh gasp came from him as his chin and throat came in contact with my elbow. It didn't even hurt on my part as the guy fell backwards, his head hitting the sidewalk with a sickening smack!

Hearing heavy breathing coming my way, I looked up to see the supposed 'Tutuola' that had requested backup earlier. He slowed down and cautiously approached me. His dark, creamy face was decorated with a classic style of a thin mustache with his beard connected to it, almost as if it was drawn on by a thick marker. His black hair was pulled back to a tight yet small ponytail as his black clothes stuck to him after his run.

We stared at one another for a moment before he pulled out his handcuffs and knelt down to book the guy. He saw how the guy was out cold and turned back to me, looking miff yet surprised at the same time.

"I suppose I have you to thank for stopping him?" He asked as I spotted his gun on his belt.

"I suppose so," I smirked and I could tell he was trying to look through my sunglasses.

"Hey!" A second man came into view coming out of a dark car. This one was taller than the other, with short gray hair, a dark gray suit, and glasses that were also gray. He looked slightly older but it didn't seem to bother him which gave him the more authority figure look. "You alright?" He asked the guy in black and I can easily deduct that they were partners.

"Ya," He said, not removing his dark eyes from me. "This guy is going to need some medical treatment. Looks light he got hit pretty hard."

"What hit him?" His partner asked and when his partner turned his gaze at me, the man did a double take. "Who the Hell is this?"

"Dampire C, I presume?" Tutuola said calmly as the other man almost dropped his jaw; almost.

I raised an eyebrow and fully smiled, showing my fangs at them. So my fame was spreading like wild fire already? Cool! "You would be right, Detectives." I smirked as I spotted the badges in their pockets.

"Oh, shit," The taller one mumbled but didn't make any advancement towards me.

"Oh, don't get your suit in a bundle," I said and he blinked at my directness at his clothing. "I only use self-defense when I'm provoked."

"So I've heard," Tutuola said as he and his partner lifted the unconscious suspect into the car. "How'd you know I'd be here?"

"Heard your call for back up on a radio," I said and pointed down the street I was just in. "Most of the officers are busy dealing with a huge car wreck down at Time Square. So, I thought I'd give you a hand."

"Hm," He hummed as his eyes stared at me with unanswered questions. "So is this going to be a common habit now? You jumping in like some forsaken outlaw to save all the citizens of New York from evil?"

"I'm no damn hero," I growled and watched as his partner backed up some, his hand on his holster of his gun. "I just do what I can when the time comes. Watching innocent suffer isn't really my forte, nor is letting the guilty walk freely to cause more trouble."

He smirked as the guy in gray stared in between the two of us, until he cut in declaring; "Hey! We need to take her in! She's killed almost ten people now! We can't just let her go –!"

"As if you can catch someone like me!" I bared my fangs at him and let my sunglasses slid down some to reveal the color red in my now angry eyes. "Those idiots deserved death! Besides the woman, she practically handed her life for me to take because of what some boy did to her! But you guys don't have to worry about finding any more dead bodies for a while. I plan to cut back."

"How gracious of you!" The guy in glasses scowled at me. "But we don't need some vigilante's help bringing in criminals just for your enjoyment!"

"I didn't say I was helping you people!" I bit back and they both stared at me in silent wonder. "I'm only helping myself the best way I know how, and you all would be smart to leave me alone! Today was just a convenience and I was in the mood. That's all!"

Tutuola smirked at me and went to approach me, but when I took a defensive pose he stopped. He eyed me closely before reaching into his shirt pocket and pulled out a card. "All the same, this isn't a healthy career for a pretty girl like yourself, to be doing this." I made a scoffing sound as he continued. "Even if you are what you say you are, everyone needs a little helping hand."

I stared at the card he was holding out, obviously to his office phone in the Police Department. His gaze held mine in a calm yet seemingly understanding light. Like he or anyone else could ever understand me! But without another word, I snatched the card and walked away from the two.

Idiots! I thought as I examined the card which had his name, rank, and phone number along with where he worked. Shoving it into my back pocket I mentally slapped myself for taking it. What's wrong with me? Why did I take the card? It's not like any of them could help me! Thinking back at how the guy was looking at me, it almost seemed like he pitied me. I don't need any fucking pity! All I want is to live on with my bizarre life and be left alone! Yet even as I stared at them with my full vampiric face, he seemed unafraid and unaffected. Maybe he believed I was still in costume? I admire his boldness at me though; maybe that's why I took the card.

He wasn't afraid of me. Ha! He will though once he sees what else I can do!

"Have you lost your mind?" Senior Detective John Munch stared down at Tutuola in annoyance. "That woman is a killer! She was right there and you could have –!"

"Could have what, John?" Tutuola spun at him after watching C leave. "You mean I could have ended up like Elliot with a big o' bruise across my ribs and a pair of broken handcuffs?"

Both men gave each other a silent stare down before climbing into the car. When Detectives Olivia and Elliot returned form the broken down hospital, Elliot had to be treated for a soccer ball sized bruise just below his ribs as Olivia tossed a bag on her desk that contained pieces of broken metal that once made up as handcuffs. All in the department were in shock that someone like that can break metal as if it were an aluminum toy. Their boss though was less than pleased to hear that two of his best officers returned empty handed and scolded them by stating they had been "beaten by a little woman who claims to be Miss Dracula on a Holiday!"

"So, what's next?" Munch asked as he started to drive towards the station.

"We wait," Tutuola said and looked at the back seat to find their suspect regaining consciousness. "I'm just damn glad she didn't kill this guy. From what I saw, it looks like she could bring down a mob armed with only her nails."

"This is like something out of those Stephen King books," Munch said as he turned a corner, "Only she doesn't seemed to be possessed."

"What makes you think she's not possessed?" Tutuola said calmly as he turned to stare back in confusion.

"You really don't believe in any of this shit, do you?" He asked as the man rubbed his lower jaw in thought.

"I don't know, but I learned a long time ago not to take anything lightly in this job," He finally said as he recalled the Dampire C's eyes. Through the sunglasses he could tell they were different, but once she moved them for a moment, despite the unnatural glow of red he could tell that she was serious.

"New York, New York," Much sighed almost to himself, "Where just about anyone can visit."

Tutuola smirked but didn't say anything else as their suspect was starting to come round.

I was currently walking down Fifth Avenue, trying to ignore the crowds of people around me. My mind was currently on what that Detective said to me. Who is he to say what I do in my life to be healthy or not? But I suppose, he does have a point. I said I was no hero, right? So, what else can someone like me do for a living; so to speak? Part time job? In what exactly?!

I hear a commotion down a big alleyway and saw a two men bickering over a handful of women that were standing in line for… something. Turning to the wall I read a poster with big letters saying;
AUDITONS FOR NIGHT CLUB!
SONG REQUESTS:
HARD ROCK, CLASSIC, OR CLASSIC ROCK!
TOP SINGERS GET 20% PERCENT OFF FOOD & DRINKS!

Auditions? Night club? Singers for Hard Rock? Percent off on food and drinks? When did this fall into my lap?! I guess I'll take it! Smirking at the line of punk dressed, western, and just plain weird, I started for the alley.

"We need one more chick for today's auditions!" One guy argued as he pulled out a cigarette and brushed back his bushy brown hair, "Otherwise the boss is gonna have our ass's!"

"Well I don't see you hunting around for any hot assets!" The other, taller with blond hair, sneered as he took the cigarette from him and lit it.

"One more, hu?" I wondered in and both men raised their gaze to gawk at me.

"Whoa! Now that's a hot piece of badass!" The blond said and smiled at me.

"Doesn't matter how hot she is, dummy!" The other spat and tightened his coat in a business-like fashion. "It only matters if she can sing! Well?" He asked as his dark blue eyes watched me closely.

"Well," I said seeing as they wanted a résumé of musical talent. "I can do Pat Benatar, Christina, and Rihanna…," By the look in their eyes I could tell they were waiting for something else impressive. "Heart?"

"Really? You go for classic and rock singers?" The guy in his bushy brown hair waggled his eyebrows at me and I returned it with a glare. "Nice eyes! I bet she can draw a crowd with those stars!"

"Will see!" The blond said and motioned me to stand with the other woman. "Alright ladies! Our boss is going to interview each of you and your gonna sing your voice out like it's no tomorrow! So line up, make up, and wake up! If you really want this job I suggest you women get your acts together!"

What the Hell am I doing now? I know I need a part time job but am I that desperate to sing in front of a crowed at night just for a discount on food and drinks? Apparently so! I sighed as I stood behind some burnet that was toning her face in a pocket mirror. I looked at the nearest watch on a flashing screen from across the street and saw it was pass one. This is going to be a long day.

From saving a small family, to knocking out a suspect with my arm, getting a card from a detective saying he can help me, and now I'm here about to apply for a job in a night club. What a way to enjoy the day, C!

About two hours later in the slowest moving line I have ever been in, it was finally my turn.

"Good luck, girl," The blond man said and gave me a pat on the shoulder. "He's not in a very good mood. Try and give him some of that Pat Benatar, or say… Miley Cyrus?"

I gave him a look that would seem like I would puke! "Seriously! Miley Cyrus! Boy George is bigger than her!" I scowled and the guy raised his hands up in defense. "I can't stand that damn woman's outfits either!" I mumbled and walked down the dark red carpet stairs. Who sings a Miley Cyrus song in a night club? Unless, this was one of those clubs that had all kinds of music being sung down here! I go for more of the punk and hard rock type.

This was an impressive place too. Two bars on either side of a wide room and a few booths lined in the back. All the tables were made with mahogany brown and had wooden chairs or stools to sit on. There were several woman lined up at the far end but were a few less than what was started with. The boss himself was sitting on a chair surrounded by two others; which I guess were his partners and/or his body guards. He had long blond, highlighted, hair in a thin ponytail and wore a fancy suit with a red shirt and black tie. He could be Italian, if it weren't for the 'bad boy' American accent.

"Okay, Hot Shot," He said, hardly looking up at me but taking a jab at my dark look. "Show me what you can do!" He then pointed to the three foot high stage. Set with a high microphone the band instruments blended into the dark red and brown background rather nicely.

"Alright!" I said with confidence and he looked up more as I climbed the stage. Walking towards the mic I began running through my mental playlist and thought of a good song by Pink. She was always awesome in my eyes and her song Perfect was my inspiration! Taping the mic for sound volume, I cleared my throat and opened my mouth to sing.

"Mad a wrong turn, once or twice…
Dug my way out… Blood and fire…
Bad decisions, that's alright.
Welcome to my silly life!"

The men stared up at me with intent as I continued to line my voice perfectly with Pink's.

"Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood.
Miss 'No way, it's all good,'
it didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing.
Underestimated, look I'm still around.

"Pretty, pretty please! Don't you ever, ever feel
like you're less than – less than perfect!
Pretty, pretty please! If you ever, ever feel,
like you're nothing, you are perfect to me!

"You're so mean... when you talk…
About yourself… you were wrong!
Change the voices… in your head…
Make them like you instead!"

Since I had no back up voice for that line I had to make due, but that didn't seem to bother them the least. In fact, they seemed to be listening with shear focus as if they were in a trance.

"So complicated!
Look how we all make it!
Filled with so much hatred,
Such a tired game!
It's enough, I've done all I could think of,
chased down all my demons!
I've seen you do the same! Ooooh oooh!

"Pretty, pretty please! Don't you ever, ever feel,
Like you're less then – less than perfect!
Pretty, pretty please! If you ever, ever feel,
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me!

"The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear.
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer.
So cool in lying and we try, try, try but we try too hard
and it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere.
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair.
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time.
Why do we do that? Why do I do that? Why do I do that?
Yaaaaah haaaaaaaa! OooooOooh! Oh, pretty, pretty, please!"

Getting more into the song I grabbed the mike, closed my eyes and sang louder while my fist was clenched and pounding with the beat.

"Pretty, pretty please! Don't you ever, ever feel!
Like you're less than- less than perfect!
Pretty, pretty please! If you ever, ever feel!
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to meeeeeee, girl!
You're perfect! YOU'RE PERFECT TO ME-
Pretty, pretty please! If you ever, ever feel!
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me."

When I was done I took a deep breath and opened my eyes to find the men staring wide eyed at me and all the girls were jaw dropped at my direction.

"Darling! That! Was! Fantastic!" The ponytail stood up and clapped. After a few minutes the others followed and he walked around to the stage and climbed it. I frowned at the word 'darling' but allowed him to shake my hand as he looked at me like I was the greatest dish on his plate. No pun intended I hope!

"You – are hired!" He smiled as he continued to shake my hand with fierce intent. "How soon can you start? We can work out all the details in my office! That was just fantastic!"

"Thanks," I smirked at how the guy wanted to jump the moon for me. Apparently my singing had an effect on these guys. For a moment I did feel as if I was stretching my mind along with my voice. Maybe that's why! I know I have a low level of telepathic abilities, thanks to him. Using that to sing will probably be cheat-ish, but… Hey, a girls gotta make a living somehow! Now imagine a room full of drunks! Wonder how big on tips I'll make each night?

Smirking as the man lead me to a room, he sat me down and pulled out a calendar and some paperwork. "I'm tell'en ya, I've seen them come and go, but that was the best performance I've seen yet! You are going to bring hoards of people to this place! And my boys say you sing hard rock? That's great! God! I miss the eighties! A lot of good female singers came and went because of that era! But you can keep it alive and kicking with that voice of yours! I'm surprised you haven't gone professional yet!"

"I'm private," I said and he nodded and motioned his hands to the other two men to leave us alone. Well, if he tried anything on me he won't get far! Job or no job, I'm nobodies bitch!

"So, here's the deal," He said, acting all stiff and professional, yet I could tell that my voice still made him gitty. "I need a hard rocking singer, like you," He points to me, "on weekends mostly. Scratch that… Especially weekends! I get just about everyone here and they all ask when I'm going to get some fresh meat for the stage! Oh, baby! Just wait till they hear you! Now as for pay, depending on how much you make each night, I'd say – sixty/forty? Forty going to you? What do ya say? Now think carefully cause I don't offer this kinda deal that often! Heck, not even my old singers had that kind of a break! But for you? Well, I'm willing to take a bet!"

I smiled as my nails drummed on the arm of his leather chair. So he wants to haggle does he? Fine. Though I could hardly care about the money anyway, just to see his reaction was just too good to pass up.

"Let's say I do bring you the business you need to grow," I began and he listened patiently, "For the first nights we can agree to that percentage of payment until the money really starts rolling in, then I'd like it changed to fifty/fifty."

For a few minutes there was silence, and then he started to laugh and rub his forehead in distain. He then poured himself a glass of brandy and sipped at it, his eyes never leaving me. For a moment we seemed to have an eye staring contest. Any longer and I swear I could hear his thoughts broadcasting their way towards me. "Alright," He said rather smugly, "I did say you were good. You might just be right about that and keep your end of the deal. But what makes me agree is not just your voice now, it's that attitude you have there! You're so damn confident I can see it even now! You remind me of me when I was younger."

I snorted a laugh and he just chuckled and drank from his brandy again, when he offered me a glass, I accepted; out of politeness of course. "Damn! I don't know what it is about you, but you give me the chills! Those eyes look like they could light a fucking camp fire! And that bad ass look! Keep it! It can be your wear as long as you please the crowd! Now I need a name!"

"It's C." I said calmly after taking a sip from the strong liquor, "As in the letter C."

"I like it!" He pointed at me and smiled. "It's simple and to the point! I've heard so many ridiculous names you'd think the Dictionary had run out of words for everyone! Speaking of names; call me Boss or Sir! Giving out my name to new singers just yet doesn't work here! Gotta earn the trust, you know? I'm sure you understand that one."

"Of course," I smiled and sat the cup down to shake his hand. I can handle this. The place was pretty hot and I'm sure the weekends were big here anyway. "Though contacting me is gonna be hard for a while. I just moved here and don't have a cell phone yet."

"Hmm!" He was drinking out of his cup again when he pulled out a drawer and started digging for something. Something black flashed in his hand and he tossed it to me. Catching it without a problem, I noticed it was a flip-flop phone. "I've been meaning to get a new one anyway, besides the one I got in my office here." He pointed to the cord phone on the table. "Just look for the name "BOSS" when it comes up on the screen. You'll know it's me knocking on your door."

"Classic phone," I smirked and looked around the room more, for I had noticed most of this stuff was still old school. I even spotted an old radio box dated to the seventies!

"Hey, babe! All this new wave of technology is giving me a headache," He said and pulled out a remote and pressed a button. The wall behind him opened up some to reveal a thirty six inch plasma TV. "But every now and then I like watching the news on this thing. But, really, to be honest – phones that have games and apps don't do shit in my business! Keep it simple! Keep it clean! That's my motto!"

"Sounds good, Boss," I said and he grinned at how I used his tittle right away, not that I care or anything, but as long as it will make him happy.

"You know, now that I think of it there is something else that drew me to you," He said and sat in his chair straighter. "Respect! I can tell you ask for nothing less! And I respect that! You're like an Aretha Franklin mixed with Pat Benatar! And it is awesome! Keep it up in your singing! I might even host a dance night if you're that good!"

"It's what I live for now," I smirked at the thought of manipulating the minds of drunks on the dance floor as I sang. Could I make them dance the way I want them to, or do I just send them a 'feel good' vibe? I'll have to find out more of what my mind can do once the weekend comes up again, which should be soon. "Well, I gotta hotel to find and some rooms to look at."

"I'll keep in touch!" He said as he led me to the door. "All these other girls are good for the rest of the week, but your gonna bring people in to party like its 1985 again!"

"Funny song," I commented and he laughed in agreement as I headed out the door.

"Nice doing business with ya! I'll see you this Friday then?" He asked as I walked outside.

"Friday," I nodded and we shook hands again and that's when we parted ways. I smirked as I could still hear him complimenting me on my voice. Well it looks like I found my job. I smirked, in thought. Singing always did distract me and loosen the tensions in my body. Though I'll still have to hunt for blood every now and then. I can certainly find a way to drink blood without killing. But first, time to look at that hotel that I was told about. What a day indeed!

Hi everyone! Sorry again for the long update but my internet access was being switched and upgraded. I had to wait a whole day for it to return!

Now that I'm back I hope you like the story so far! I'm getting to more action so don't worry about the theatrics! Gotta set the background somehow right? Well, I'll be starting on the next chapter now so I hope you all like it! Thank you for all of your awesome support and REVIEWS!
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