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pied with different men and women, the air smells of drugs been abused and illegal flirting. He walked in still smattering his black leather on his body as he strolled pass the countless crowds. He looked casually around as they screamed and danced to the symphonies of the music. No one could distinct him from the crowd but as soon as he walked at the end of the room, he stopped before a heavily built man and he nodded which made the man open the door for him negligibly and he walked in. The silence in the room blasted over him relieving his ears for some jiffies, he stopped immediately he entered the room, looked at his left then saw a glass cup of red liquid resting on the table beside him. They've been awaiting his entrance. He took and sniffed the pleasure of the liquor into his nostrils then breathed out casually before taking a sip from it as he walked down the aisle. The room was like a museum with no artefacts and nothing, it was as empty as a naked room but in the middle of the room was a circular table with a dead body lying helplessly on it, the floor was streaming with crimson fluid that oozed around like a water corrosion. The ceiling was partially made of glass and wood reflecting the darkness over the room but wall lights hanging on each walls brightened up the room enough to subdue the darkness within. Surrounding the table were three men all dressed in black suits seated on plastic chairs as they fed mouthfully from the corpse. "So, i get to drink from the leftover?" He asked as he walked in majestically with the glass cup in his right hand. A member of the men turned at him, his eyes as red as blood, his mouth was dripping with blood and as he replied, his fangs retracted slowly "You missed the whole relaxation brother!" He confided giggling towards the latter. He gave him a wintry hug "welcome Alan..." the man welcomed him but Alan cut in instead. "It's Alan Dawn brother, Alan Dawn!" He sneered taking another sip from his cup. "Am I so glad to see you today mate." The man grinned, revealing his white teeth. He patted Alan on the shoulder as he urged their movement towards the table "You know, since the Councils of the hidden world segregated the vampire confranity, it has been very hard for me to find an exotic pal." Alan chuckled "same here Danny, i just sometimes end up feeding on mine." He laughed and Danny laughed in retrieval. Danny patted him more on his left shoulder "C'mon, join us for the feast of reunion!" He finalized spreading out his arms and Alan laughed remarkably. SHATTER! From the glass ceiling he fell landing with a crouch, his black cloak-like jacket swinging behind like a cape and his black long hair fell down his face like worms but his eyeglass never budged. His emergence attracted the attentions of the four men and they immediately turned at him. "What the hell?" Danny hesitated in fear on sighting the intruder. Many has heard of him like imagined gossips but few has literally caught a glimpse of him, he was the fear lying still within his opponents, sleeping and ling