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by similar tinted doors. These were the VIP booths, and his bouncer had stopped in front of one.
    He turned to face Dom. "Come on," he said, ushering him toward him.
    Dom steadied himself. He walked through that corridor, his feet marching on the soft carpet, all the while trying to inject confidence in his stride. He was hindered by the sensation of prying eyes all over him from behind the tinted glass surrounding him. As he drew closer to that booth, his tingling went into overdrive. Yeah, there were definitely vamps around. He took a deep, shuddering breath. And then he was within a foot of the bouncer.
    The bouncer turned and knocked on the door.
    " Yeah, " came the reply from within.
    "It's Seth. I got someone to see Sammy."
    There was then a click and the door edged open. Seth pushed it open and stepped inside. Dom closed his eyes, inhaled deep, then followed.
    The VIP box was a tight, comfort zone with all the expected luxury. Couches ran along the walls either side of the entrance. A pole was erect from floor to ceiling in the center. The whole room was bathed in red light. Through the tinted glass on the opposite wall, the dance floor was still jumping.
    The door clicked shut behind Dom and he flinched. He disguised his nerves with a gulp of beer.
    Sitting on the couch were three of them. Vamps. Dom instinctively knew. They had that menacing, broody aura about them. His venom sense was in hyperdrive and his breathing was becoming shallower with each pull. In amongst the vamps were girls; hot, scantily clad girls lost in the throes of a venom rush. Dom laid eyes on the vamps, who themselves were enjoying their own rush from human blood. They were dressed in style; sharp suits. Their faces were pale, their eyes obsidian.
    "Hey, Sammy," said Seth. "Look what I found." He pointed at Dom with his open hands.
    One of the vamps stirred. Dom thought he'd been asleep; his eyes were closed, his fingertips tapped the couch in time with the music outside. On hearing Seth, his eyes flicked open and stared at the new occupants of the room. Dom fixed his stare back on him. That déjà vu was working him once more. He knew that vamp, but not how, when or where.
    On laying eyes on Dom, the vamp frowned in anger. He jumped out of his seat. Dom recoiled. The room fell silent.
    "Well, well, well," Sammy said, placing his hands on his hips. "Look what the cat dragged in."
    Dom caught a glimpse of his fangs as he spoke; they gleamed under the red lights.
    "Where you been?" the vamp asked. "Haven't seen you around here for a while. Where'd ya go?"
    Dom took a gulp of beer. "Been laying low," he replied, totally unsure of how to answer. His legs were shaking; he tried his best to conceal it with feigned nonchalance.
    "Laying low, huh?" Sammy echoed with a contemptuous nod. "So, where is he?"
    Dom frowned. "Where's who?"
    "Eddie."
    Dom flinched as if that name had just slapped him. "Eddie?" he echoed.
    "Yeah. You know, that little brother of yours. Where is he?"
    Dom's mouth began moving, but no words were spilling out.
    "What's up with you, Dom? You don't understand what I'm saying?" Sammy asked. "Your brother. The one who stole from me. Where is he?"
    There was a menacing glare in the vamp's eyes that Dom was hearing loud and clear. The other vamps were all glaring at him too. He could sense something was about to go down. His chest tightened. Fear started to swarm all over his body. He then realized to his horror that the only escape route was the door he entered through. And right then it was blocked by Seth's bulky frame.
    Dom focused his attention back on Sammy. Somehow Eddie had pissed him off. Dom needed to know how and why. "Why do you want Eddie?" Dom then asked, his legs trembling beneath his trousers.
    The vamp's eyes then brightened. He let out a hearty laugh. "Are you kidding me, Dom? Why do I want Eddie? What's wrong, you been getting high on your own supply?"
    Dom frowned, his eyes darting left and right. Own supply? What the