When neither vampire answered, I looked towards Leargan, "How about you, mister tall dark and scary?"

The vampire's expression never changed, but he did lean forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Fine," he breathed in that emotionless voice that seemed to care about nothing and no one.

I flipped the notepad, switching SpongeBob's grinning face with a set of scribbled notes. "Alrighty, Mister Leargan, would you like to tell me where you were last Friday, September 17, around eleven p.m.?"

With a glance at his Master, Leargan answered, "I was here. Fridays are my night to manage the club." He inclined his head, I had to appreciate the way he looked down his nose at me, "I'm only here now, because my Master asked me to speak with you."

I flipped to a clean page in the notebook and jotted down what he'd told me, "Can anyone vouch for you on that?"

Leargan looked pointedly at his Master and I glared at Wolfric, who shrugged, "He is telling the truth, my dear. You did not tell me when the last event had occurred so I was unable to tell you that it could not have been him. But, I was here the entire night, as was Leargan."

I sighed, feeling as though I'd made a fool out of myself for, like, the bazillionth time tonight. Then I brightened once I turned my gaze to my stunning advisory, "What about you? Same question."

She let out fake heartfelt sigh and peered up at the ceiling, a slim finger tapping against her red mouth. "Let's see, let's see. Friday, hm? I was out on a date." At my questioning-and rather impatient-stare, she elaborated, "I think his name was Orlando, Orlando Estaban. He's very yummy."

I wrote that down, "Got a phone number or anything else for me to verify this?" The female vampire took out her phone, looked up the number and called it off to me. I nodded as I took down the number, excited to give this guy a call. Not to interview him, I knew Valerie couldn't be the culprit, but that didn't mean I couldn't mess with the bitch.

As if she knew what I was scheming, Ms. Rabbit's blue eyes narrowed at her. "What on earth is this about, anyways?"

What was the harm in telling them? I wondered. Leargan was not the oponent, and Valerie certainly couldn't be, though I haven't given up on the idea that she might know the killer, but I could gauge their reactions and see what they tell me.

"Alright," I grew serious, "I'll tell you. But," I pointed a finger at both of them, "if I find out that either of you blab about this to anyone," my eyes stared pointedly at Valerie, "I'll kill you myself. Do I make myself clear?"

The two exchanged a look before fixating their gazes on me, clearly unhappy about being ordered about.

"They won't breathe a word of this, Rowena. I assure you," Wolfric told her, pale green eyes staring holes in his subordinates.

Laying their hands over their hearts, Leargan and Valerie gave the Master Vampire a half bow, "Yes, Master."

"I wish everyone listened to me that well," I grumbled under my breath, uncaring that all three of them could hear me anyway.

Wolfric's lip lifted in a quirk of a smile, but it vanished quickly, "Go ahead, Rowena. Tell them."

I did so, not skimping on the details. Like most vampires-except me of course- Wolfric's henchmen were masters at schooling their expressions. I couldn't tell what either of them were thinking as I finished up. When silence followed my explanation, I studied the two of them, "Well?"

"This is puzzling indeed," Leargan murmured. "I have head nothing of anything like this." He focused on his master, "A being as powerful and old as this one appears to be should have caused some sort of commotion once in the city. But there has been not a word uttered from the neither of the lesser vampires or the elder ones."

"This is troubling, master," Valerie piped up, attitude-free, to my astonishment. "This monster is going to ruin the reputation of our people. If the public gets word of this it could cause all sorts of problems." She trailed off in thought, "None of our people are capable of this sort of thing. It is a rogue, a powerful one."

Well they didn't have anything to add that we ddin't already know, I thought to myself with frustration. Outloud I said, "I've got an inside man in the Underground. He'll keep his ear to the ground for any gossip on this big bad vampie. But if any of you have any other ideas to find this guy, I'm all ears."

The two were silent, obviously stumped.

"Our spies could scan the streets," Wolfric suggested. "With dozens of vampires looking, we're sure to come across something of significance."

I pondered this idea, "It's not a bad idea, but I'd like to keep this information as private as possible. What would we tell those we send out?"

"Nothing," Leargan answered, his black eyes hard. "We tell them to keep a lookout for anything suspicious relating to vampires and they will do as they're told. Our people are loyal to Wolfric and will not question or defy his word."

"Rowena," Wolfric got my attention. "Let me do this, let me help. This is my city. As the Master Vampire, I'm responsible for every vampire that resides here." When I hesitated, he took my hand, "Please."

Not once, in the entire time that I've known Wolfric, have I ever heard him say the p-word. I'm a sucker for the magic word, "Fine. But I want to hear anything you learn. I'm the boss in this investigation. Got it?"

I ignored Valerie's hiss of anger and met Wolfric's pale eyes. My stupid heart skipped a beat when he flashed his sexy grin at me, the one he must practice in the mirror to make every woman swoon at his big feet. "You're the boss."

I couldn't help but smile in return.

The ring of a cell phone sliced through the quiet of the room. Since it was some sort of classical ringtone and not Elton John, I knew it wasn't mine.

Wolfric retrieved his phone, frowned at the screen before putting the device to his ear, "What is it, Mitchell?"

Curious, I watched Wolfric's eyes harden and his mouth tighten into a firm line. "Handle the situation until I get there. I'll be there in a few minutes." He angrily jerked the phone away from his head and glared down at his phone.

"Wolfric? What is it?" I asked, not liking the anger that darkened his eyes to a rich forest green.

The tall Scott eyed the three of them, "There's some sort of commotion going on in my club. All of us are going upstairs. Now." It wasn't a request.

Without hesitation, all four of them got to their feet and hurried up the stairs. "What sort of commotion are we talking about here?" I asked Wolfric's rather fantastic ass.

"Mitchell didn't say," he responded without bothering to turn around. "Only said that something was wrong and that I should get to the main floor ASAP. I heard screaming in the background."

That spurred me into picking up my speed.

As we passed through the secret entrance, I could in fact hear screams coming from the main dance floor. I tossed my gym back on the floor of Wolfric's office retrieved a couple extra weapons, including my Glock to add to the two Berettas in my shoulder holster under my jacket. Along with the knives tucked into various crevices on my body, I thought taking the crossbow seemed like a tad bit of overkill, but what the hell, I grabbed it anyway.

Armed and dangerous with the Glock in my hands, and the crossbow slung over my shoulder. I followed the three vampires out of the main office, vetoing the stairs to sling myself over the iron railing, landing as gracefully as a kitty cat.

In the middle of utter chaos.

Everywhere I looked I saw both humans and vampires alike running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Some of Wolfric's security manned the entrances, motioning for the patrons to safety. The rest of them ran around, pushing through the panicking crowd, searching for the threat.

I saw the threat before they did.

In the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by people and bathed in pulsing light and fog, were four, very big, very mean-looking vampires. Fangs fully extended, their eyes glowed with madness and blood-thirsty glee as they swung out with fists and knives, uncaring if it was a human or a vampire that took the blow. Blood covered their hands and mouths, and, judging by the couple of bodies on the floor, they were satisfying their unending thirst for blood on the innocent people that were trapped in the center by the crowd.

As I watched, I saw one of the big bastards grab a nearby woman. Bringing the screaming girl against his chest, he reared back and slammed his fangs into her shoulder with such force that I winced in sympathy. The human tried to struggle, but she was no match for her captor. It was like a chihuahua trying to fight off a pitbull.

The path in front of me wasn't clear enough for me to get a shot at the vampie without nailing various bystanders in the process. Tensing my legs, I crouched and leapt into the air, over the heads of the fleeing crowd and right in the middle with the fuckers.

Before he could turn to look at me, I put the gun against the back of the one holding the woman's head and fired twice. Brain matter, blood, and probably part of his face splattered on his potential victim, ruining her party outfit. But, hey, she was still alive. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the girl slink to the ground in a dead faint, oopsie.

I rested my boot on the ruined head of the one on the ground as his friends turned to hiss at me, "Hello, boys. Fancy a dance?"

One flew at me so fast he was nothing but a dark blur under the flashing lights. I quickly fired, aiming for the head, even though I couldn't' make it out, before the big bastard plowed into me, sending me crashing to the floor with what felt like a dumptruck on top of me.

I gritted my teeth against the pain as my back slammed against the ground, wood splintering against my back. The vampire's breath reeked of rotten meat and blood as he snapped his teeth at my face, spittle spraying my face. My hands at his throat were the only things keeping him from ripping my throat out.

In the fall, I'd lost my gun and my crossbow. I could see them, barely five feet away, so close yet so far. There was no way I was going to be getting them back right now, if I let up my hold on my foe, I'd be dead meat. Which meant the knives and other guns on my body were out of the question as well.

A wet sensation on my arm had me looking at the dumptruck's shoulder. I perfect hole from a 9mm round bled freely onto my arm, bathing me in his nasty blood. One of my shots hadn't completely missed after all.

Not giving myself time to consider the ew-factor of what I was about to do. I freed one of my hands from his throat and plunged two fingers into the bullet wound. My stomach rolled at the warm, gooey sensation.

The vampire threw back his head and screamed in pain, taking some of the pressure off of my body. Not much, but it was enough.

I got my legs underneath him and pushed with all my might, sending him far enough away from me so that I could scramble up, ignoring the sweat pouring into my eyes, and retrieve the Glock. I swung it up and emptied the clip between the mother fucker's eyes, just before he lunged at me. His dead weight fell to the floor at my feet.

My breath coming out in a wheeze, I looked around for my last two opponents, only to find one dead at Wolfric's feet, a hole the size on my skull in his chest where his heart should have been. The other, Wolfic held suspended in the air, alive, but he'd apparently beat the shit outta this one. A quick look around showed me that most of the patrons had been cleared from the club. The only ones remaining were me, Wolfric, a couple of dead bodies, the girl who'd passed out, and a few wide eyed security guards.

I released the breath from my lungs, an attempt to calm myself down, before I flipped the safety back on the gun. I turned my attention to my fallen crossbow, and couldn't help the cry of distress that escaped my throat when I saw that it was broken. I hadn't even gotten to shoot the damn thing yet!

I glared down at the dead vampire in accusation. If I hadn't put the rest of my bullets between in his brain, I would've shot him again just for breaking my new toy.

Sighing, I limped my way over to Wolfric and his prisoner. My back was killing me, I'd apparently hit the ground a lot harder than I thought.

Wolfric took his eyes off the vampire in his clutches long enough to give me a once over, "Are ye' alright?"

I braced both hands on my hips and stretched my back, biting down the moan of pain. I'm definitely gonna' be sporting some bruises tomorrow. "I'm just peachy."

"Your lip is bleeding."

I pressed a hand to my lip. Sure enough, my fingers came away red, "Shit." I must've bit it during my little wrestling match.

"Master," Learghan called as he approached. "The club goers have been evacuated and the police have been called." His black eyes bore into the feral vampire in Wolfric's big hands, "What shall we do with this one? Kill him?"

"I don't think so," I growled at the dark man. "I need to interrogate him."

"So do we," Wolfric's right hand man retorted. "This trash and his friends come in here and disrupt our club and terrorize our guests. Plus he is vampire, he should be dealt with by the Master."

I fisted pointed a thumb at my chest, "I'm the authority on Dirty Vamps in this here city. He's mine."

"You're both correct," Wolfric interjected, silencing us both. Those pale green eyes flew to me, "Rowena and I will both question him." His tone left no room for argument.

Too bad I was never very good at taking orders, "And if I refuse?"

The Master Vampire cracked a smile, "Then I will finish what you started in the basement, of course."

I recalled my bout of blood lust and me nearly humping Wolfric's leg in the process. My face flamed, "Fine. We'll question him together."

Wolfric's eyes shone with triumph befor he turned away, dragging the bad guy behind him.

I crossed my arms over my chest and reluctantly followed him, ignoring Leargan's curious stare.