"Do we have addresses for them?" asked Jeremiah.

"Yes. Would you like me to print them out so you can send teams out to investigate?"

"That'd be lovely, thank you."

After the contact information for each of the vampires was printed out and handed off to him, Jeremiah left the Intelligence Room and headed to the Conference Room. Sending a signal to everyone currently at headquarters, he told them to meet him there within fifteen minutes.

Once they were all gathered together, Jeremiah slid the prints over to Kurt for him to look over.

"Do any of those guys look familiar?"

Kurt shook his head, "Not really. Then again, I was sort of out of it so my memories might be a little off."

"None of ours were though," Blaine reminded him. "The ass shares some similar traits with these guys, but none of them really match the fucker in that room."

"Things were so confused in there that none of us got an excellent look at him," Jeff said. "After all, we were sort of distracted by the threat of guards and the need to get out of there

"Yeah, but..."

Nick sighed, "Listen, Blaine, I know what I said about Pearlman, but you can't just decide that's who it was. There's no conclusive evidence about whether or not he's alive. We can't rule these guys out."

"Do any of them have a criminal record?" asked Craig.

"Nothing like what Pearlman had," answered Jeremiah, "but that doesn't mean one of them might have snapped."

"Right," the werewolf said, "so who's going to be investigating whom?"

Blaine and Kurt were dropped off a few blocks from Greg Shadman's place. They walked the rest of the way to the apartment complex and went in to given apartment number.

"Ready?" Blaine asked.

Kurt nodded and Blaine knocked on the door.

Blaine could hear footsteps make their way to the door and he heard the sound of a deadbolt being drawn back before the door was opened.

"May I help you?"

"Are you Greg Shadman?"

"I am."

Blaine smiled warmly at him, "I'm Count Blaine Anderson. I wish to speak to with you, if that's okay?"

Shadman blinked in obvious confusion and possible fear.

"O-okay," he stammered, "come in."

Shadman stepped aside and allowed Kurt and Blaine to enter.

The apartment wasn't much to look at. Rather small and empty, but clean.

"Um, w-would your slave like something to drink?"

Kurt arched an eyebrow in surprise. He had never heard a vampire say something like that. He knew that Shadman wouldn't have anything for Blaine since vampires preferred blood straight from the source, but for him to inquire about Kurt at all was strange.

Blaine seemed a little taken aback as well, but recovered quickly enough.

"Do you?"

Kurt shrugged, "It doesn't matter...master."

"No, I don't think we'll be staying very long."

"Thank you though..sir," Kurt said and could have sworn he saw Shadman smile slightly.

"P-please, sit down," Shadman motioned to the only peice of furnature in the living room--a lopsided looking loveseat.

"Thank you," said Blaine, "but, as I said, I don't think we'll be staying long. I only came here to ask you about your whereabouts the other night."

Shadman blinked rapidly, "Have I been accused of some crime, Count Anderson?"

"Not exactly," Blaine assured him, "but someone close to your discription was seen fleeing Club Blood of All last night. However, if your track record is anything to go by, I very much doubt you'd be capable of what happened there."

Shadman's eyes widened and Kurt knew he probably wanted to press for details but didn't dare.

"I was here all night."

"Can anyone confirm that?"

"Yes, my neigbor directly across the hall. She needed help installing something on her computer and asked me for help."

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Shadman. We'll be going now. Is your neigbor at home by any chance?"

"I think so. Here name is Claire Winter."

Blaine thanked him once more before leading Kurt out of the apartment.

"He seems like a pretty nervous guy," Kurt whispered.

"That he does."

Blaine strode across the ten foot space between the apartment doors knocked on Winter's door. She opened it and confirmed that Shadman had helped her install her new computer software.

Blaine thanked her before he and Kurt left the apartments.

"Anyone have any luck?" Kurt asked.

"Nope," said Mercedes, "Arkson had a date last night apparently." She rolled her eyes.

"And he was determined to tell us all about it, including the...at home entertainment," David finished.

"The same goes for us," said Puck.

Jeff nodded, "Turns out Matthews was at work last night and his place of employ is nowhere near Club Blood of All."

Jeremiah groaned and rubbed a hand over his eyes.

"I was afraid of this. It's going to be awfully difficult getting any information from the people at the club, especially if we start asking about their richer clients."

"It might be the only chance we have, though," Craig pointed out.

"And we still might not get the answers we want," added Luanne.

"Don't give up hope yet, Luanne," Jeremiah said. "I'll go in there and see what I can do."

"Alone?" asked Blaine.

"I think it would be for the best. I wasn't there after all and so they might be more likely to trust me."

"Sounds dangerous," observed Craig.

"I was under the impression that nothing is safe anymore, Craig."
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"Sebastian, I don't this will work," Neal said.

"Of course it will. Why wouldn't it?"

"Because vampires can't get sick," scoffed Neal.

"Who said anything about sick? All I said was injured."

With that, Sebastian reached out, grabbed Neal's wrist and twisted until Neal gave a piercing scream as his bones broke. Sebastian shoved him backwards so he landed flat on his ass, clutching at his damaged wrist.

One of the bones must have splintered and some of it was protruding from bleeding flesh. The other former Dalton members looked at Neal in shock as Sebastian turned to his inner actor.

"Help, someone, please! Neal's been injured!"

Sebastian kept up his pleas for help until someone opened the door.

"What's going on?" Then, catching sight of Neal, "Holy hell, what happened?"

Sebastain smiled, "This."

The vampire reached out and administered the same abuse to the werewolf's wrist before silencing the guard by quickly snapping his neck.

Sebastian picked up the corpse and tossed it to Neal.

"Here, use his blood to keep up your strength for right now. You'll need it for the fun we're about to have."