Post by Christian Lecroix on Jan 2, 2010 17:17:35 GMT -5
4 Hours Earlier…
Beep. Beep. Beep.
His cellular phone vibrated against the oak desk it was stationed on as the illuminating light from the faceplate glowed a sadistic red. The number of the caller was listed as ‘private’ as it continued to shrill, breaking the silence of the evening. After a few seconds, the phone offered up a last set of beeps before returning to its catatonic state. The silence had not lasted too much longer afterwards when Christian’s hand reached out and grasped the sleek black phone. With his thumb, he flipped open the phone and punched in a series of numbers to gain access to the mailbox. Much to his dismay, it had been no one important in his life—just a nameless informant working inside the RBPD. But the information he was sharing was nothing short of important to the recent case he was given.
“It’s an underground club. It’s all exclusive…not even some of your kind can get entry and if they can…it’s amazing. I got you in though. It took a lot but I think this is our only chance.” The voice on the message chirped “Listen up and write this down if you have to…when you get to the front entrance—just drop the name Xavier Marchend. You should have no problems after that but Chris…listen, four girls in less than a week. We need to find this guy.”
The phone snapped shut, purposely cutting the message short so that he would not have to hear the reality of this case. Christian Lecroix knew the homicide section of the RBPD and it was not something he needed to be lectured on every time a case came along. Lifting his head from his arm, he looked forward at the last of the burning cigarette in the ashtray. He let out a long sigh, left his cell phone where it had been on the desk and reached for his pack of Newports. He wasted no time lighting the cigarette as he brought it to his lips and inhaled a long drag. The nicotine was nothing for him but he refused to let the habit that was killing him out of his life.
Just as he exhaled a long thin smoke from his lungs, his voice repeated the name. “Xavier Marchend.”
Present
“Xavier Marchend?” The bouncer echoed. “We weren’t expecting you until tomorrow night.”
"Change of plans…” Christian answered shortly.
It was apparent that it was what the bouncer needed to hear in order to let him pass without further interrogation. Christian Lecroix smiled as he watched the cliché velvet rope unhooked for him when he passed through without question. Under this undercover alias that had been provided, he hoped it would be enough to get into the under workings of the operation. As he passed through the main portal of the nightclub, he witnessed something he had never seen so openly displayed. Feeding had always been such a private and intimate matter that he was shocked to see it done. Tearing his gaze away from the dance floor beside him, he maneuvered through a crowd of younger, hunger-frenzied vampires towards the lower levels.
Coming to the stairs, he gripped the railing and descended into the next world that he was not prepared to see either. Christian took his time to survey everything that he had seen upstairs that he was hit with the stronger auras of older vampires on this level. Their mellow attitude was another surprise to him as he stepped into their realm, past the beaded entrance. The level was made up of entirely private couches turned in every direction, wrapped around a small table with drinks and hookahs. They did not seem to notice his entrance since their minds were wrapped around whatever stimulant was strong enough to impair their judgment. He glanced to each side every chance he could master before he found another door. He pushed through the door and found himself at another staircase, which he decided since he had come this far, there was no use in turning back now. He wanted to know the truth…and tonight he would get it.
Christian descended the staircase to the final level where three doors stood before him. He cursed aloud as he manuevered forward to the first one without thinking it through. As he reached for the knob, it started turning underneath his grip. Letting go, he backed up slightly to see who the intruder would be on the other side. To his surprise, he did not expect to see a small lithe woman standing there with her long slender hands folded behind her back.
"You must be Xavier. I have been expecting you." She smiled suggestively."Please, come in and shut the door behind you."
Christian perked a brow in her direction as he obeyed what she asked of him. He was a man who followed the orders of no woman but in this moment, he found himself complying with her demands. As he shut the door softly behind him, he followed her through her small room to a small circular table which was encased inside a wrap around couch. The small woman had placed herself on one side and gestured to the other side where he could sit. Christian seated himself on the one side as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and pierced his ice-blue gaze in her direction.
"Now, midear, tell me what I want to hear." He demanded, offering the same predatory smile she had bestowed to him.
