"They were indeed, good lady," said Jeremiah. "In fact, I found it so nice that I decided to check out each service offered here. As you can see, I brought my slave along in order to test out your more private facilites."

The vampress looked down at Kurt who was pressed against Jeremiah's side, head down submissivly.

"Our private rooms are expensive," she said rather coolly. "How much can you afford?"

"Well I brought three thousand with me...how much would that get me?"

The vampress quirked an eyebrow, "You're carrying three thousand dollars in cash on you?"

"Of course not," he scoffed, "it's on a temorary card."

"May I see it?"

"You never answered my question, dear. How much would that amount get me?"

"One of our best rooms," she answered.

"A private one, I take it?"

She nodded.

"Excellent. Just out of curiosity, how much would your best room cost?"

"About two thousand more then what you have now."

"Hm, very well. I suppose there's not much I can do about that right now. I would, however, like to make a request if it's not too much trouble?"

She gave a quizzical look.

"The masseuse I had last time, as well as the whore. Would it be possible to get them to service me tonight?"

The vampress looked Kurt over and he felt a blush creeping along his skin at the scrutiny.

"You did say masseuse, right, sir?"

"I did, and I know what you must be thinking. I have found, however, that I prefer the blood of a woman on me and the blood of a man in me. Perhaps its's some strange form of bisexuality."

"Perhaps," she agreed slowly. "Do you know the names of the employee?"

"The masseuse was called Tammy and I believe her whore was called...Sabrina."

The vampress quirked her lips, "You could have just said Tammy. After all, it's not like the humans really matter, is it?"

Jeremiah chuckled softly, "No, I suppose they don't."

"Yes, Tammy's available. I'll send them down. May I see your card?"

Jeremaih handed over the card and Kurt tensed up a bit as the vampress swiped it through a reader. Jeremiah rubbed his hand over Kurt's arm to sooth him and Kurt did his best to try and relax.

The card had a fake identity attached to it of course nad Kurt was afraid that the club's computer would be able to tell that it should be invalid. Fortunately, it would seem that the few vampires working with them know what they were doing, because the card took and money was withdrawn from Jeremiah's real bank account without revealing his true identity.

The vampress tossed the now blank card into a nook in the podium and clicked her fingers. The same human as the night before scurried out of the shadows to take Jeremiah and Kurt to the private room.

Jeremiah guided Kurt into the room and the human shut the door behind them.

Recessed lighting flickered on in the room, illuminating the palce with an almost sensual glow.

Kurt's pulse slowed down to a normal rate as he saw that the room was actually very nice, as opposed to the torture chamber he had been in before. The only thing that was the same was the pool in the center of the room.

"Well that went okay," he stated and Jeremiah smiled at him grimly.

"That was only step one. Let's hope Tammy and Sabrina remain unmolested after we speak with them."

Kurt nodded and sat down in one of the high-backed chairs.

The two men did not have long to wait before Tammy and Sabrina showed up. The women looked Kurt over suspiciously before Jeremiah stepped forwards to introduce him.

"Ladies, this is Kurt Hummel. He works with me."

Kurt rose from the chair and extended his hand for the women to shake. They did so and the three indivuals offered one another smiles.

"Right, so, did you find what you were looking for?" Tammy asked Jeremiah.

The other vampire nodded, "It proved to be very helpful, thank you. Now, I require your help again if you are willing and able to give it."

"Of course we are," Sabrina said quickly and Tammy nodded earnestly.

Kurt smiled grimly, "Don't be so fast to agree. What we're about to ask you is very dangerous."

"What is it?"

"There are two things that we require," answered Jeremiah, "the first being a blueprint of the club. Our collogues have discovered what would appear to be a network of tunnels under the building, is this true?"

"Yes," replied Tammy, "it's to...drain access blood out of the rooms without it being that much of a mess."

"How wide are the tunnnels?"

"Wide enough for a man to get through," she answered, "they have to be in case there's a blockage and need to be cleared out."

Jeremiah nodded, "Good. I take it there are ways into the rooms through the tunnels then?"

"Yes, would you like a copy of where each one is?"

"It would be very much appreciated. Now, the second thing I need to ask is how the club works on hiring new people?"

"Are you looking to apply?" Tammy was confused.

"Well, not me, no and it won't exactly be for long. Kurt here, operating under the allies of 'Crow' and his true vamprie companion will be 'applying' very soon."

"Who's his true master then?" Sabrina furrowed her brow. "And why didn't he come with?"

"When they arrive they will indtroduce themselves as 'Crow' and 'Pavarotti'. We haven't decided if Kurt here will have a different disguise, or if we'll come up with a cover story explaining why he is now with our other collogue. However, before we decide on anything , would they be willing to take them on as, say, a masseur and his blood whore?"

"It would depend on how handsome his other vampire is," answered Tammy. "The club's policy is to take on teams such as ours if both the vampire and human are pleasing to look at. Kurt will have no problem I should think, but his master must be equally attractive."

"I can assure you that he is," said Kurt, "and that's not just my own biasis talking."

"You never answered our question as to why you didn't just bring 'Pavorrotti' with you tonight."

"Quite right," agreed Jeremiah. "There are a couple of reasons. Firstly, we haven't decided on an appropriate disguise for 'Pavorotti' and secondly, we thought it might look a little suspicious if two vampires came in with a single slave. After all, even lovers don't share their slave's blood so carelessly. The results could be disastrous in regards to the health of the human in question."

Tammy nodded, "Good point. When can we expect them?"

"By the end of the week," replied Jeremiah decisively. "Providing we get the blueprints tonight."
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"Why don't we just go to New York then?" demanded Count Rumba, leader of the Haverbrook Coven.

A slow smile worked its way across Sebastian's lips.

"I'm so glad you asked that, Count Rumba. We currently do not know Anderson's exact location. But, the information will be easy enough to access."

"Then what are we doing here?"

"Because, the information is in the datebase of the werewolf Corcoran's files. We must go back to her base in order to find out where Anderson has been sent. So, now, all I must know is whether or not any of you agree to back me up on taking down these rebels before they can sink their claws into our gonverment and overthrow us like the scum have always wanted to?"

There was a hesitant pause before Jesse St. James raised his hand to show his support. After that, it did not take long for the rest to follow suit.

Sebastian grinned, "Excellent. Let's go and have ourselves a feast, everyone."
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"Did you hear that?" Stephen asked.

"I did," Shelby said.

"What is it?" inquired Rachel.

"I think the pilcie have finally arrived," replied Stephen.

"Do you think we'll have enough bullets for them?" asked Artie.

"We'd better have," said Shelby, "or at least enough to hold them off."

The commander of the werewolves was upset over the fact that the police had decided to make an appearance after all. She was going to wait just one more night before shooting out the keypad with the gun Smyth had left in the room. Taking out the key pad would override the system and let them open the door, but she wasn't willing to sacrifice any of the bullets they had at their disposal. That was the reason she had waited this long, but now it sounded like it was a good thing they had held off.

There was the sound of movement outside and the room's occupants tensed.

The door flew open and Stephen's grip tightened on the revolver as he took stock of who it was.

"Fire!" commanded Shebly as she saw it was Sebastian Smyth grinning at them.

Smyth dropped to the floor so that the bullet passed harmlessly over his head, embedding itself in the wall.

He scrambled out of the way just as Stephen fired off another bullet.

"The dogs have some bite to them now," a cool, calm voice said from the hallway.

A tall figure appeared in the entrance to the door, smiling coolly at the room's occupants. Two blurs rushed past him and Stephen was soon falling to the floor, a gash in his head and his gun in the grip of the burly vampire.

"Oh my God, you're the bastard who enslaved me!" Rachel screeched at the vampire standing in the doorway.

"Hello, my little songbird," he replied, "and I perfer Count St. James."

"Don't expect any good manners from them, Jesse," Smyth said as he came to stand beside the count. "They're not the nicest of folk."

"Says the guy who locked us up in here with a dead body," muttered Artie.

"Hey I never claimed to be nice," Smyth chorttled, "and you're a bigger idiot then you look if you ever considered me to be a kind person."

"Enough talk," said St. James. "Let's eat them. Except the human girl, I want to reclaim her."

Rachel's eyes grew wide and she backed up against the desk.

Shelby moved in front of Artie and Rachel as if to protect them.

"What do you think you're going to do? It's not like you can change anything?"

"Besides that, you're out numbered," Smyth pointed out.

"Oh is she?" a voice sounded from the doorway.

The two vampires spun around to see Santana Lopez standing there, a gun pointed at Smyth. Besdie her stood another werewolf who Rachel remembered was called Ted. He too had a gun which he was currently aiming at St. James.

"What are yo two doing here?" Shebly asked, just as shocked as the vampires.

"Craig and Jeremiah have been trying to contact you for days now," Ted answered. "When they couldn't get through to anyone they figured something might be wrong."

"And since we were the closest to you," Santana said, "we agreed to come and check up on you."

"You should have been killed as soon as you entered the base!" St. James exclaimed, eyes flickering between the two werewolves.

"Yeah because we were stupid enough to just charge in here," Santana scoffed. "We contacted every able-bodied member of the resistance close by here. They're roudning up your little fellows as we speak."

"Enough with the chitchat," Ted said, "you two idiots can come with me and Santana...unless you'd perfer to do this the hard way?"

The werewolf cocked an eyebrow at the vampries expectantly.

"We outnumber all of you right now," Santana said. "So even if you run, we will catch you."

There was a moment of silence and then Sebastian stepped forwards, holding his arms out in defeat.

"What are you doing!?" St. James demanded of his companion.

"Let's face it, Jesse, they obviously have us."

Santana grabbed Smyth rougly and spun him around. She forced his arms behind his back and handcuffed him.

Jesse looked at Sebastian in utter shock and Ted took the opporutnity to handcuff him as well.

"I cannot believe you just gave up," Jesse seethed. "Now we're all going to die and--"

"Could you maybe shut up for three minutes?" Sebastian snapped. "I didn't just give up. I never just give up."

"Ha!"

"No, he really doesn't," said Neal just as Sebastian finished picking the lock of his cuffs. He had had the foresight to bring a paperclip with him which he had hidden in back pocket.

"One good thing about werewolves is that they're incredibly impulsive," said Sebastian. "Which means they don't do the best job of checking their prisoners for weapons."

The vampire grinned and held up the paperclip, "Whose next?"