The car ride over wasn't so bad. He had been able to calmly drive her over to this thing she called a club. All was quiet as he drove, he said nothing to Kate and Kate said nothing to him. His radio was off in the car and the only thing that illuminated them was the lights of the cars outside them and the lights that were embedded in the various instruments of the car.<br/><br/>Luckily for Billy there was nothing but a kind of ringing in his ears. It had persisted ever since he had seen her wrists. He could not even figure out what the sound was exactly. It was just a constant buzz in his ears. If Billy had to make a connection to some kind of real sound that it sounded like, then it would be the ring that a crystal champagne glass makes when you run something along the top of it. Billy really did not understand why he was hearing this sound but it was nothing that was particularly hampering. He could still hear things other than the ringing rather easily. It was just the constant presence that annoyed him.<br/><br/>As the Black Velvet came into view he wondered how a place of such depravity and debauchery could look so classy and be so established. When Kate had first told him it was a bondage club, he figured it was just place in the middle of nowhere that was visited by outcasts from society. This was not that. There were all kinds of cars out front waiting to be parked or already parked. Most of them were brands he could only dream of owning like a Mclaren F1, Lamborghini, and a Ferrari. He could only imagine what the inside of the club looks like.<br/><br/>He pulled into the valet service that she had instructed him to go to. When he saw the man she had given the money to, Billy was definitely not the most trusting but it was not like he had a choice. He gave the man the keys and stepped out of the car. Billy glanced back inside his car. He had left nothing of value in the car so it was not like there was anything to steal. That thought kind of made Billy ashamed that he thought so little of other human beings. But he was taught not to trust others that were different from you. And the man that now drove his car toward some parking lot was definitely different from him.<br/><br/>When Kate offered her hand to him, he took it and the ringing got worse. He winced a little. It was like something had suddenly turned the volume up in his head. The ringing died down a bit. It was still attempting to claw its way into everything he heard but it was at least quieter. Billy let out a bit of a sigh. What Billy was not realizing as all of this stuff was happening around him was the fact that the ringing was in fact blocking out his thoughts. All of his current attention was not on Kate or the fact that she had just had one of his favorite football stars let them in. It was on the constant ringing that was buzzing around in his head.<br/><br/>All that was going on in his head was:<em>Why is it ringing? Did I hit my head or something? Why won't it stop? Did Kate cause it?</em>The ringing changed when he mentioned Kate. It was no longer ringing. It seemed more like a chant. And then his head finally got to the conclusion that made the ringing tune itself out but it was still there in a whisper.<em>Make Kate stop!</em><br/><br/>Billy was being dragged by Kate to the side of the club when he could finally concentrate enough to actually do anything. The whole look of the girl approaching them reminded him of Kate Beckinsale. Not just because her clothes went with the general style that fit her role in “Underworld”. But because this “girl” seemed to be copying the entire look that Beckinsale had in the movie. Man, what he would have given to have been that guy in Underworld with Kate....Beckinsale. He wondered if Beckinsale herself was a Vamp. She had been in two vampire movies pretty close to one another both, Van Helsing and Underworld. If she was a vamp then that would have been the first one he was attracted to, at least to his knowledge.<br/><br/>His gaze still transfixed on the Vamp as Kate yelled at him. When she passed the pass over to him he nodded and put it into his pocket. This Cryptangel was interesting but it was only her resemblance to the other Kate that made her more interesting to him. People who resembled actresses or actors had always held a particular interest for Billy. This was one of the results of his rather extensive knowledge of film due to life long patronage to the movie theater.<br/><br/>Billy ran his hands along his shirt to straighten out any wrinkles or creases that had appeared since he started to wear the shirt. And when he looked up there was another girl smiling at him. He liked her color scheme and her mixture of the two genres but she could have made it a little more on the Alice in Wonderland side rather than trying to balance out the two. It would look more natural if she had done it that way. Who was he to criticize, he was wearing street clothes when all of these girls had invested some serious time and money into their clothes. Billy had not really noticed he was thinking clearly again. The whisper of his own voice:<em>“Make Kate stop.”</em>in the back of his mind was still there but he was at least free to think other things.<br/><br/>The room they were in was especially large from Billy's perspective. The architecture of the place contributed a lot to that feeling. There were high vaulted ceilings, very long red curtains were hanging down the walls from the ceiling, and there was a large dance floor in the middle of the room. The dance floor itself was made out of pure black marble that made it darker than any black Billy had ever seen. And on the far side of the room there was a large clear cube with a giant clear cross inside of it. Billy could not see that there were ropes attached to the cross. An assumption was made in his mind that the cube and cross were made for dancers. But he did not look close enough to the dance floor to see that there were dancers on a stage using poles and other such things.<br/><br/>The bar was not far from where he currently was. A crimson headed vamp was the bartender, he could tell she was a vamp because she had fangs. But her outfit was nothing compared to Cryptangel. The bar had the theme of a crypt with mini-tombstones and the drinks were served in little coffins. Credit was due to all the people of this club for being so original. Now that he had seen the place, maybe it was not so bad. It was just like some serious costume party. Or at least that is what Billy thought until everyone seemed to stop and stare at a guy coming down the staircase.<br/><br/>“Jeffrey...” Billy had said this under his breath. He knew who it was. The guy's eyes were glued to Kate as he came down the staircase.<br/><br/>Billy deduced a number of things from Jeffrey in these few moments as he came down the stairs:<br/><br/>1) He has money, and lots of it.<br/>2) He is an all around manly man who works out a lot.<br/>3) He has had sex with Kate.<br/>4) He thinks he owns Kate.<br/><br/>A second list tried to compare himself to first list:<br/><br/>1) I have an average salary,<br/>2) I am just a regular guy who works out a bit<br/>3) I refuse to have sex with Kate.<br/>4) I do not own anyone and no person can be owned.<br/><br/>Jeffrey then proceeded to start off their little quarrel with one another with a bullet aimed straight at Billy's heart. Of course it was a figurative bullet, but seeing his niece kissing a guy who seemed to be hurting her, was just as good as a bullet.<br/><br/><em>“MAKE KATE STOP!!!”</em>he heard the scream in his mind.<br/><br/>His jaw nearly hit the floor but it was not in shock. It was about seeing it happen for real in front of his eyes. This kiss had been imagined hundreds of times since he had learned of this Jeffrey character. But to see it actually happen, amazed him in a way. The expressions they both had on their faces, the look of onlookers in the background, every little strand of Kate's hair he had in his hand, and finally the rage he felt at Jeffrey were all the things that got burned into his mind in that moment.<br/><br/>He wanted to say something, anything.<em>But could he? Did he have any right to question Jeffrey? He did have a right. It was his niece in that man's arms.</em>And before his mind could come up with any kind of greeting or insult they were on their way away from him.<br/><br/>He treated Kate so cruelly yet she was still so devoted to him. Billy could not understand it. And what in the hell was the wink for? He was not like Jeffrey. Billy was a fine upstanding citizen and Jeffrey was a misogynist prick who beat on the women he loved. Kate's lips were moving he knew that, but the loud sound of the music was drowning her out. And the continually building chant in his brain did nothing to help either.<br/><br/>Action had to be taken. He went after her. He ran through the club swerving his way through people as they surged back together after Jeffrey's appearance. He just barely reached the dance floor after Kate. It looked like this dance floor was with a quite different theme. It was modeled after Hell. The floor itself was the color of fire and there were a few demons painted here or there on the dance floor. The walls and ceiling of the room were the color of fresh blood. And on the front wall where the dancer's were there was a large painting of Lucifer in a demonic state.  It was kind of scary and it looked like it was looking at you when you looked at its eyes.<br/><br/>People were just relentless in putting distance between himself and Kate. She was fast approaching Jeffrey when he was able to reach for her shoulder. He got a hold of it but did not squeeze. It was more like the tender pressure from a parent to a child.<br/><br/>“You don't have to go to him. You don't have to take his abuse. Please, I care about you.” he yelled at her attempting to get over the music. He hoped she listened to him and had at least something to tell him. Billy had just come into Hell to get her. And though that room may not have necessarily been actual Hell. For him, if she went any farther towards Jeffrey it would be.