The voices echoed imperatively in the night air as if they were engaged in some argument of the utmost importance “ You have to Sir Vaztial there is no one else.” The voice was full of vigor young with what could perhaps be taken as a British accent. “ The shadows crept endlessly around a dark alley tightening like a nose on the throat of an innocent child “ I have to do nothing young one it is not my affair “The voice echoed behind tones that seemed almost foreign away from main stream language perhaps Romanian. The younger voice shot back full of outrage ‘But you are the eldest! There is no one to lead us you must!  There was a moment of deafening silence and then a low dangerous tone from the older of the two voices “Lead you to what more murder? I will have no part of it! ‘The words were punctuated by the sound of breaking glass and something crashing to the ground heavily.<br/><br/><br/>A tall form perhaps six foot four stood in the frame  of a large cathedral style window looking down into the blackness of an alley below. The man’s hair was cut short and perhaps frosted white? He wore a lavish black Armani suit perfectly polished black shoes and a frown that seemed to deepen his cold blue eyes. He was transfixed on the form of a black haired young man that seemed to simply be looking up at him as if he were lost in deep thought.<br/><br/>-   British Isles 1611<br/><br/>The sign above the door read Dr. Alexander Vaztial, the conversation beyond the door  was anything but medical worthy.He and several men sat about a small wooden table sipping tea “I tell you the thought of a man even a king authorizing his own bible is treason against a power beyond the king .. its “A hand shot down on the table loudly and a tall man his powdered wig hanging about his face stood angrily “there will be no more of that or you will have us all hung for treason we are here to discuss town safety damn you “Another voice that of a black haired gentlemen with long hair and a neat frock coat shot out now “No I do believe this meeting is adjourned gentlemen and with that they were all shuffled out the door. Alexander found it almost laughable that they never seemed to notice that they only saw him at night, his assistant even handled the practice during the day but some of them were right a man authorizing the text of one who is supposed to be a god was laughable. How could one authorize a fairy tale to begin with? His thoughts were interrupted by the bell on his door as a older seeming fellow, ah he recognized him John Tempkin he did believe entered a hasty look on his face “ Please come Dr. My son .. He’s.. gotten worse.”<br/><br/>He knew the moment he saw the boy, what had at first been taken for a common cold, had turned out to be plague. His skin was cold he could see the fever almost blistering around him. He shook his head and looked toward the older man sternly “ Leave me be with him good sir while I go about my work”<br/>He had very little choice really the humane thing would have been to kill him right then and there. A cure for this plague was none existent . Yet something stopped him, the boy’s cheeks were so soft and subtle his hair like pools of pure darkness around his sleeping form. He could not let such a thing of beauty die it was as if he were drawn to the boy, perhaps he was he drawn to him for other reasons? True he bore striking resemblance to someone he had once cherished but he was sure that was not it.  He leaned over the boy his eyes only half open he could almost hear the blood coursing through his veins , the heart beating in his chest and with the gentlest of motions he stopped it all. His lips caressed the boy’s flesh almost in a kiss before he let his teeth sink into its warmth. Crimson pouring onto his lips and into his mouth, his form convulsed it was ecstasy so warm so full of life. He could feel it  as if .. as if he were alive he wanted more it drove him to the brink of utter insanity more! He forced himself away his face contorting in pure anguish. What had he done to this poor boy in his foolishness…. The lad had not even stirred so weakened and near death was he by the plague.  He lifted him silently from the bed and walked out “ I am truly sorry for your loss.. but I must dispose of the body it’s infected with plague”<br/>The Tempkins house was burned in fire the next day to prevent the spread of the plague but Dr. Alexander Vaztial had finished his practice here and gone off to god  only knew were. Some said to the Ulster colonies to help the new settlement there ah such a saintly young man.<br/><br/>Alexander shook his thoughts free as he turned walking from the window. That was so long ago it held no relevance and that boy had made his own decision and should of known better than to come here, seeking such foolishness of him.  He opened the door and his face completely changed taking on a cool relaxed heir his second story VIP  booth slash office was awash in the blue glow of the black lights below, the sound of rhythmic music and its vibration pumping up between the floors into his feet.  He let his form lean against the large black lacquered desk as he watched. The local band was good tonight Religious Mutt he thought they were called?  Yet they held none of his attention. The scene was sweet intoxication to his mind. Sex, sin, lust and greed. The allure was earth shattering. So many bodies mingled together their sweat like sweet nectar against their flesh  and then he saw her she was pure rapture and lust brought to form in flesh. He could feel her yearning her longing for it, she was a temptress amongst the minds of the feeble or so she thought. He had to have her his hand raised in a unconscious gesture as he pointed to her in the crowd.<br/><br/>Nix sighed as he saw the boss point. He knew what that meant he wanted the girl he had pointed to to be his guest in the VIP booth tonight. He already had one though the girl had gotten it for a contest earlier in the night. Oh well he guessed this one was going to be a quickly so to speak. God he envied the rich bastard. The process was not overly complicated  he made his way into the crowd and whispered the invitation into her ear. Of course she accepted what girl in her right mind wouldn’t accept a private chat with an extremely rich and influential man and he led her up to the booth before departing what happened afterward was none of his business.<br/>The women as he found out was named Becka or some such nonsense but tonight he was all business there was no time.  He offered her a drink before clamping his hand tightly down over her moth. Her screams echoing against naught but his hand as he tore into her throat. There was nothing beautiful nothing poetic about the way he tossed her up on his desk her skirt rising up just enough to reveal the edge of her well damn red panties he had guessed black.  The way she pounded against him before going limp it was all surreal and horrifying . Yet when all was said and done he drank ravenously from her. Stopping for a moment his eyes transfixed as a small voice rang in his head “ Daddy no !  Then an older Alexander stop it your scaring me Alexander please !  His eyes contorted in pure pain and he tore the women’s throat completely out.<br/><br/>He was going to have to cancel his other guest tonight and it was obvious his office was a mess. He would be a while cleaning this up or himself for that matter blood ran down his chin pooling against his chest. He closed the door and grabbed his cell phone “ Nix Cancel tonight’s guest yeah .. this one’s pretty wild I don’t think I am going to need the other he laughed into the phone and then hung up. Yet once there was silence he found himself looking at his hand once again with pure loathing such sorrow in his heart . His will had broken again he had murdered another for his own pleasure and gain he was nothing a monster fit for some cheesy horror novel  a beast  and predator in its truest form how despicable.<br/>Nix had looked all over the club and failed to find the girl finally determining she had gone home. Well he guessed she had heard the boss had gotten himself another source of entertainment for the night. He sort of felt bad he guessed he would buy the girl a free drink if she ever came back. Some nights he wished he had found another job, besides working here at the Club Surreal but hey he knew he loved it.<br/>