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The second part of the story....

She arrived shortly at the club, leaving her black Eclipse a few blocks away and just walked. The Crimson Veil was an old looking building on the outside, but she new that the interior would look much better. She walked up to the two bouncers standing at the front entrance, putting a little sway to her hips that caught their eye. “You one of the dancers? You’re a little late..shows going to start soon,” one guy said as he checked her out. “Yes, I got separated from the rest and got a little lost,” Gabriella said, being able to sound foreign with ease. He nodded. “Follow me,” he said and made his way through the door with Gabriella following close behind. As soon as they entered the base of the music that thumped through the room hurt her ears for a moment, she had very sensitive hearing. She followed the bouncer towards the back of the club and down a hallway, stopping at a door at the far end and to the left. “The master is in here. He has requested that all of you dance before him, then he will pick the top four to perform on stage,” he said then leaned down to whisper in her ear, “And if you manage to be the best out of all 20, then you can perform for him privately.” And with that, he walked off with a little chuckle.
Taking a deep breath to prepare herself, she opened the door and stepped into a room that was designed different then she had expected it to be. With vampires, it’s always red and black interior, but this room was done in gold, and silver. Surprisingly it wasn’t blinding and was very fashionable. All twenty women were warming up, about to start dancing for the master vampire. Speaking of, the master himself, otherwise known as Vincent, was sitting on the edge of a bed, staring right at her with his piercing crimson eyes. This was the first she ever laid eyes on him, yet he somehow looked familiar…like she’s seen him before. He had long, white hair that shone silver in the light, bright red eyes, pale skin, tall but had a body honed with perfect muscles and looked like a model. He was wearing a black lace shirt that gaped open to reveal a smooth chest, and tight black jeans tucked into black, knee length boots. Gabriella opened her mouth to explain herself, but he talked first. “Come in darling, you must warm up quickly.” His voice was silky and seductive, sending chills up her spine. “This could be dangerous,” she thought as she went with the rest to warm up.
Ever since Gabriella stepped foot in the room, Vincent knew she was the little girl he saved so long ago from the werewolves. There was something about her, even as a child, that made him keep sight of her, almost like raising her from the shadows. He knew the first night she fully shifted, the first day she joined a vampire and werewolf hunting society, the day her fiancé cheated on her and she claimed to give up on love, and many more. Now she was before him, in a gypsy outfit, going to dance for him. Most likely to get close so she could snoop around about the murders since she was also a cop. He watched with a shine of excitement in his eyes as the dancers got into position, his little Gabriella towards the middle of the crowd. “Let the fun begin!” he said and the music sounded after the echo of his deep voice left the room.
The sway of Gabriella’s hips and the way her whole body moved with the rhythm completely captivated him and he had a hard time taking his gaze off her. When the song ended he picked the select few to perform on stage for his night show and then dismissed the rest. As the selected dancers made there way out of the room also to head back stage, Vincent called over Gabriella. Trying to keep her face blank and her heart calm, she headed over to him, wondering what he could possibly want. He smiled at her as she stood before him in all her glory and he could tell she was trying to remain calm. “Do I scare you, Gabriella?” he asked calmly, studying her. She took a step back, not being able to stop the surprised look off her face. “How do you know my name?” she questioned, voice thick with suspicion. Vincent let out a low chuckle, “I know many things about you, my dear. Like your true objective for being here.”
She quickly drew the gun she had concealed under the skirt and pointed it point blank at him. “Ok, let’s skip right to the point then, shall we, Mr.Vanaugh?” she asked with a smug smirk. He just simply nodded as he calmly watched her. “Do you know who murdered the man a few nights ago by your club?” she questioned Vincent, trying to decipher his unreadable red eyes.