The exclusive Catacombs club was one of Seattle's best hidden nightclubs, an exclusive hangout located twenty-six feet below sea level known for its sedate, decadent atmosphere.  The club had far more in common with a ball of a bygone age than a modern rave, and the music demonstrated this, a bizarre combination of baroque and techno which seemed to equally value the harpsichord and the synthesizer.  Lights of various autumn colors traced slow paths around the dance floor, never strobing as they travelled in their orbits across the wooden parquet.  Much of the rest of the club, if one really cared to look, had changed very little since the 1920s, aside from the addition of some ambient light.<br/><br/>The Catacombs were a warm stuffy place, heated by the body heat of the dancers in the summer, and by coal in the winter.  The club was also the social center of Vampire society in Seattle, a place where vampires could meet in peace as they had their requiems.  It was a place of artifice, frozen in time, yet pulled onwards, trying its best to give the impression that the opposite transformation had occurred.  Tonight, Vampires and mortals mingled, for tomorrow they would be dead.