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about the club CCTV before I could do so safely. It was going to take a while, so it was best that I put off finding a place of my own for a week or two, come up with some form of excuse.
    Gideon was going to be so pissed.

 
    Eve
    There truly were no cleaning companies within a fifty-mile radius that would take the job. It had taken me over five hours of calling companies a couple of towns over before I finally found one that would travel over and clean the place… but at a cost. Gideon wouldn’t be happy, but what could I do about it? Finally, utterly exhausted, I stumbled into my apartment above the club.
    When I had first come to this area, I’d had nowhere to stay. Not knowing anyone, I had been at a total loss for what to do or where to go. Luckily – or unluckily depending upon how you looked at it – I’d stumbled upon Gideon, who’d offered me someplace safe to sleep. After he had taken control of the club and become the local Master vampire he’d moved me here.
    Locking the door behind me, I began my routine of checking all the windows, locking all the doors, and setting the alarm system. I had already locked up the club downstairs, but if anything, the security system in my small apartment was even more advanced. To some, it might seem crazy that a place like mine, inside an already secured and alarmed nightclub, had not just your standard alarm, but the best money could buy, but I had my reasons.
    As I made the rounds, I began to get the strangest feeling that somebody was watching me. The hairs on the back of my neck rose, a shiver that had nothing to do with the chill of the air running through me. I could literally feel eyes upon me.
    Panic began to set in as I ran through the rooms, double checking, triple checking all the locks and alarms. It had happened a lot lately; a sense that I was not alone. Grabbing the remote from the side of the bed I turned on the TV and flicked through the channels until I found the one I was looking for; the CCTV footage from the club. Checking each camera, I half expected to see figures leering in the background, waiting to strike, but saw nothing. Moving on to the next set of cameras, I checked the stairwell that led up to my place. Still nothing.
    After half an hour of going over the footage again and again, I finally relented, giving the place one last check over before stripping and climbing into bed. I left the screen on, the images flashing from one camera to another as I closed my eyes and let exhaustion pull me under, into the world of sleep.
    It’s all just in my imagination. No one is watching me. Are they?
     

Vince
     
    Watching Eve’s small sleeping form, scenting her delicious aroma wafting through the air vent was the highlight of my night. As soon as the club closed its doors every night I would head straight upstairs to the storeroom next to her apartment and climb into the air duct. A few meters to the right and I was in perfect position. There were three vents in her apartment, one in the living room, one in the bathroom, and one in the bedroom, ideally located directly above her bed. I could watch her every move, and she would never even know. She may have sensed something – like tonight, with her constant checks of the doors and windows, and her panicked viewing of the camera system – but I had no reason to worry.
    She would never catch me. At least not until it was too late.

 
    Eve
    I hated doing inventory. Counting all the bottles and beers was one thing. Counting every single little red straw was another. I wasn’t even sure why I bothered doing it, to be honest, it wasn’t as if I didn’t know some of the staff were helping themselves.
    When I’d first moved here when Gideon had taken over the club, I’d been full of hope and excitement for the future, but after a few years of seeing the place slowly going down the pan, I was sick of it. Gideon didn’t seem to care what happened to the place, but for some strange reason, he never