Condemned Fates - Part II

A Gentlemen's Club

May was in a tight spot. She had worked out who the project manager was for the exportation of "goods" that were coming into New York. But she wasn't able to get close to him all day. His security, especially for a human, was tight. It was highly suspicious. Thomas Sears, who wasn't even the CEO or CFO of the shipping company Titan Logistics, but a project manager. Despite his lower position, he had four security guards on him at all times. Questioning everyone who got within a 6 foot radius, even if they had been in contact with him earlier in the day. May felt for his poor assistant, who had to retell her story three times before getting to speak to her supervisor. She watched him throughout the day, arriving at the office, taking the elevator up to the 5th floor. His security in tow. May used her binoculars she picked up when she stopped by her home on the way. She zoomed into the security team. Just as she thought, dead unblinking eyes. They had been compelled to monitor him. He must have important information on him. Compulsion was a useful tool. It could be used to compel humans to do vampires bidding. The downside was that the compulsion needed to be simple. You couldn't compel a human to run a business the way you wanted it to. But you could compel them to guard someone or ensure no physical harm would come to someone or something. May looked on from the roof top of a building and zoomed in, looking through Thomas's office window. He was middle-aged, white male, average height approximately 5'11. His brown hair was thinning, and his hair line was receding. Probably from the stress from being involved with vampires. No wedding ring or photos on his desk. At least this poor sucker wasn't being threatened with his family's safety. May zoomed in as Thomas pulled up his daily schedule. Working 12 hours from 8 in the morning till 8 at night. Back to back meetings, although what they were about May couldn't tell he didn't list any details under the times, nor who they were with. Ugh I'm going to have to work out a new angle. You are definitely an important person Thomas but how do I get that information out of you. The security was standing at his office door, down the hall and even at the entrance to the building. He was locked down tight. May watched as he reached for his phone and swung on his chair, turning away from his desk and the door, and walked to the window. May had learnt to lip read quiet well. His body position conveyed stress but also like he was talking to a friend. He seemed to be talking about getting out later this evening, getting a b***h slapped ? Wait no! Getting an ich scratched. And stopping by a place called The Maroon Menagerie to see his favourite goal. No girl! May pulled her phone out and looked up The Maroon Menagerie. It was a gentlemen's club. May groaned- typical men being stalked and under constant threat but all that’s okay if I can see some boobs. Well I know what I need to do now, May thought. And I don't like it.

Zach was fuming, this b***h was making him look like a moron and he hated it. He wasn't going to give up though. I'm not just going to kill her when I get my hands on her, he thought. His anger and frustration weren't helping him trying to navigate his laptop. He kept on clicking on the wrong thing, and tapping the incorrect keys. It took him a moment but he was able to gain access to the vampire's data, logins passwords everything. Not her current location that was wiped and she was tec savy enough to know to use a virtual private network. So he wasn't able to use her IP address to get a current location either. Unfortunately, as well, a lot of her applications and folders were coming up empty, no emails, no calendar appointments, no messages, no photos. Her call log was just full of randomised numbers that she keyed in herself always calling during the night. She did have a music player account though User03848953. She has good taste in music Zach thought and then decided that perhaps he just had really s**t taste and needed to start looking into other genres. He was about to give up when he realised she had an account for a specialised search engine. It was the breakthrough he was looking for. The history of the account listed a number of searches just this morning Titan Logistics, Thomas Sears, Maroon Menagerie. Have you found your next victim whisper? I won't let you get that far. It wasn't a lot but it was something and The Maroon Menagerie was open tonight.

Zachary swilled his scotch around the bottom of his glass, as what he regarded to be awful slow pop music played in the background. Although the place was definitely aimed at a higher economic bracket gentlemen it was still far beneath Zach's standards. The girls for starters although quiet attractive and knew what they were doing. Didn't have modeling contracts in Milan or Paris. He spotted Thomas as soon as he walked in. He looked far too excited to be there for Zach's liking. Taking a seat front and center of the run way. Also known as the VIP section for customers who were going to be dishing out lots of cash to the dancers. Zach stood up, leaning against the back wall with his drink in his hand. So he could see the layout of the room and other potential victims clearly. Making himself a bit more prepared to get the vampire when she approached Thomas. The music changed, which caught Zach's attention, something a bit more rock with a nice baseline played, and a new girl came out on stage from behind the curtain. Dressed in red lingerie and a red wig. Now she definitely met his standards. Her body was perfection, her hips, thighs, best ass he had seen in an incredibly long time. Although paler than the tanned models he normally goes for. Her movements were so enticing. It was hard not to take his eyes off her. A waitress came up beside him and took his empty glass out of his hand. He didn't even clock that the glass was now empty. "You know, for extra you can have a private session." She whispered in his ear and her eyes moved down his body lingering on the outline of his enlarged throbbing member, concealed in his pants. He cleared his throat and sat down so as to hide it from the waitress, and was now a bit embarrassed. The girl on stage was now crawling towards Thomas. Her face! He looked at his watch "Lvl 5; 10 feet" it read. How long had it been telling me this! I hadn't even noticed. He looked at the girl, who was about to sit on Thomas for a lap dance, her eyes glowed red. Nope not f*****g having it, he thought

He grabbed his gun and shot three times in the air.

All the patrons, staff and girls fled. Including Thomas, who looked like he was pulled out of a daze, tripping over himself to get out of the door. Not the vampire though, she got to her feet, crossed her arms and stared him down.