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A/N: Ok here is the next chapter to this story, I hope you enjoy this chapter and please, *bats eyes* leave a review by either e-mailing me or leave one here on the site. I’m influenced by this video game my sister owns- “BloodRayne, so that’s where the weird ideas are coming from!” Thank you all so much, and till later, I’m out.

“The Blood Pact”

**~Crimson Society~**

Cabal wipes off the last drop of blood from his upper lip with a napkin and stares at the recent corpses littering the restaurant’s black tiles. His hunger was fulfilled as he feels his fangs descend back hidden in his mouth. His dark eyes scan over to the overturn tables to his left to see Demetrius filling up a clear glass vile with the thick red liquid- blood, for later saving. Cabal smiles and breathes in the sweet stench of death that floats in the atmosphere. His butter pecan complexion glows in the soft light of the restaurant as he makes his way over to Demetrius.

Demetrius dark eyes gazes at the three full tubes of blood he filled up in his hands and walks towards the exit of the restaurant. “Cabal, make sure the film is destroyed in that camera.” He states coldly, pointing towards one of the small hidden cameras in the large fluorescent lights hanging in the ceiling.

Cabal smirks and pulls out his black pistol. Raising the pistol a few feet away, he pulls the trigger and the bullets shatters the lights. Pieces of the hidden black camera tumble and collapse on the tile floor as Cabal tucks the pistol away and exits the place, following Demetrius.

Once outside Demetrius grimaces and faces his partner. “We’ll need to find another employer; I received word that Liam and his group are advancing from the north to here. If he gets to the water system and places the potion, he will have hundreds if not thousands of followers by the end of the week. We must stop the Nightfall Society from succeeding in this. If he places the poison in the water, people or what’s left of them in their zombie like form, will fall under his reign.”

Cabal nods, “So when will you call the new worker you found tonight?”

Demetrius lips his lower lip, “As soon as possible, he’ll be here. We will train him. The girls on the other hand have business to take care of: They have to find another person to be part of the Crimson Society. The more we have on our team, the more we can stop the destructive ways of Liam and the rest of the Nightfall Society.”

Cabal chuckles and points down the street, “Well, let’s go then. Time’s a wasting and Nick is waiting to join our team.”

This gets a chuckle out of Demetrius as he runs his unusually pale white fingers through his raven short hair. “Yes, and I have an idea who we can go after we get Nick.” And the two men walk quietly down the desolated cement sidewalk to call the new member to the Crimson Society.
~*~

The young woman runs down the cobblestone vacant street and runs into a dead end at the end of one block. Confused, the woman looks back down at the paper with written directions. Someone must have given her the wrong directions again. Her black locks are pinned up, with a few strands cascading pass her shoulders. She was supposed to meet her friend tonight around this block, but no one was around here except her. The streetlights shine down their ivory gleam on the street and the silver moonlight- providing her with the only form of light around this particular street. Stony Park, the name of the street she’s on, was named for its more historical sense. The structures of the buildings here as well as the old fashioned cobblestone streets created an early 1900’s era. Sighing, she looks around annoyed as she tugs on her black jean jacket for warmth, the Florida air carried a bit of chill tonight. Her butter pecan complexion glowed in the soft artificial lights above her.

She didn’t notice two shadows lurking in the the darkness as she impatiently checks her watch for the fifth time that night. “Oh Joey, I’m going to kill you for having me wait this long.” She whispers loudly, scanning the two buildings that surrounded her.

“I think it’s a little too late for that now isn’t it?” A feminine voice replies from the shadows.

The woman smirks and rolls her eyes, “Nice try Joey, trying to sound all girly on me, come out, you said you were gonna get me in the club.”

“There’s been a change of plans.” Another feminine voice responds, a young woman in her early twenties step out of the dark shadows staring at the lonesome woman waiting for her friend. “I’m so rude, I’m Damaris.” The vivacious curvy brunette states, her light brown eyes reflecting the glow of the white street lights. The petite woman steps closer to the waiting woman. “And this is my friend Nemesis.” She points into the shadows.

A tall ivory skinned woman steps out the dark shadows, her honeysuckle locks lie gently across her shoulders as she stares at the worried woman with her blue green orbs. Nemesis like her friend Damaris are wearing all black, practically blending in with the black night around them. Nemesis smirks and her left arm hidden in the dark shadows, pulls it out only to be holding a head that once was part of a man.

“JOEY!!” The woman shrieks out in terror as she stares at the two women before her. “You killed my friend!” She then followed with a streak of vulgarities, screaming and pointing at the two women in front of her.

Damaris smirks and eyes her friend Nemesis. The two women watch as the woman screams out in fright. After the loud incessant screaming continued, Damaris could no longer handle the volume and pitch of the woman’s yells. “THAT”S ENOUGH!” She shouts approaching the yelling woman. “We found your friend like this. We had nothing to do with his death. But if you continue, we might be involved in yours.” She whispers vehemently to the woman.

The woman gulps and stops her yells. She shudders and backs away from the two estranged women, “What are you doing with him like that?” She sobs quietly in between her question.

“We found him like this when we walked by. We figured he was waiting for you, Andrea right?” Damaris asks.

The woman nods her head, “Who could have done this to him?”

Nemesis whispers loudly, her voice powerful like the waves of an ocean, “The Nightfall Society.”

Andrea eyes the women in confusion, “Who or what is that?”

Nemesis eyes Andrea before answering her, “That is the group responsible for the sudden deaths of the community. They were responsible for your friend’s death. They are formed of about six members who are original vampires...”

Andrea interrupts Nemesis, “Whoa, whoa. Vampires? Sorry they don’t exist, that’s not possible. If you know who murdered my friend, why didn’t you call the police and ambulance?”

Damaris takes a deep cold breath and responds, “Vampires exist, we work for them. They are creatures of the night, demons more like it. Some however aren’t all dangerous. The ones we mentioned to you that murdered your friend are. They have plans for everyone in this community and you could be the next one.” Some of her dark brown strands tickle her cheeks as she finishes her sentence.

Andrea gulps and shakes her head, “No! No! Those are myths! Why would you work for demons? This doesn’t make sense!”

Suddenly the peaceful night air is filled with a blood-curling scream from Andrea as a flying harpoon slams into her abdomen and yanks her to the ground. The sharp metal rips into her soft flesh. Andrea continues screaming in pain, struggling to stand up. A large plop of the crimson blood splashes onto the cobblestones as she is dragged away from the two women into the dark shadows.

Damaris and Nemesis watch this horror as the woman’s loud screams echo in the night chilly air.

Nemesis growls and deposits the head of the man, Joey, into a trash bin besides her. “Nightfall Society has arrived. We have to tell Cabal.”

Damaris nods her head and both women walk down the bloodstained pathway, pulling out a vial each and collecting a trail of blood that was splattered on the cobblestones. Then they make their way back to their black Trailblazer to reach Cabal and Demetrius and inform them of the news. The other group is already here and it could be only a matter of hours before the plumbing in the city is infected.
~*~

A.J. yawns and opens his eyes brightly to the harsh sunlight that filters into his bedroom. He rolls over away from the sunrays on his bed to face his sleeping Russell Terrier who licked A.J.’s lips. He opens his eyes and chuckles, pushing the small fur ball off his bed. “Easy there boy, you can’t measure up to my girl. No more morning kisses, at least till after you brush your teeth.” Sitting up in bed, he checks the time and gasps, “Oh man, Kevin is gonna be pissed at me. I’m late.” He whispers, running to the bathroom to get ready.
~*~

Kevin paces the stage and checks his watch again for the tenth time sighing angrily, “A.J’s trying to push my buttons again and he’s doing a good job at it.”

Howie yawns and throws away an empty carton of Chinese food, “He overslept again. Chill out Kevin, I’m sure he didn’t mean it.”

Brian rolls his eyes and shakes his head as Nick snickers behind him, “D’s, right Kev. A.J. I bet, will be coming in here in a minute practically sobbing for your forgiveness. You know he’s the over-dramatic one.”

Kevin rolls his emerald eyes and tells Nick to keep watch at the entrance doorway in case he sees A.J.

Nick stands up and makes his way to the back of the stage. Going down a few steps, he rushes over to the long hallway and bumps into two women. One woman grips his arm and pulls him towards her direction. Nick stands there, inches away from two women: One, a tall slim woman with golden tresses down her shoulders with big sapphire and emerald tinges in her eyes look up at Nick at about five feet nine inches with her ivory complexion glittering under the stage lights. The other woman: is petite of about five feet and three inches and Latin. Her peach complexion glitters in the fluorescent lights as her light coffee eyes bore into Nick. Both women are dressed in black attire: A black blouse and pants with a leather thigh length jacket.

Nick smiles, “You’re not a fan right? Cause we have some tough guards that don’t allow kids back here.”

Both women shake their heads and before they could speak another word, Nick smirks and rubs his chin, “Let me guess. A.J. called you girls back here. If this is late birthday present, I feel honored that he convinced you two to dance for me.”

Both women stare at each before laughing softly.

“Sorry to burst your little bubble boy, but we’re not here for your entertainment.” Damaris states smiling.

Nemesis finishes the statement, “Or for your enjoyment.” She says seductively, scanning her head to look behind Nick down the hallway.

Nick’s shoulders sag and he was about to walk away grumbling, when Nemesis grabs his arm tightly.

Nick eyes her curiously as Nemesis felt a slight embarrassment when Nick stares at her.

“Ahem.” Damaris states, clearing out the tense feelings passing in the hallway. “I need you to listen to what we’re about to tell you.”

Nick crosses his arms across his chest and eyes her carefully, “Alright, look if it’s about getting access to tickets, we don’t do that. If you want to be a groupie, we don’t do that anymore either…”

Damaris interrupts, “Don’t worry it’s neither of those things. This is important, last night you met a man by the name of Demetrius right?”

Nick gulps and licks his lips nervously, last night after the cops had questioned him, the thoughts of that strange man and the marks on his neck, kept him awake half the remaining night. “How, how do you know about this man?”

Nemesis answers, “We work for him, you’re needed. You need to be part of the Crimson Society as soon as possible. We need more people to join our team before the Nightfall Society comes and goes after you all.”

Nick narrows his eyes and raises his eyebrows in confusion. Damaris takes a deep breath and goes into detail about who is the Nightfall Society and what their intentions are.

“They wanna kill people? Shouldn’t you be telling this to the police?” Nick whispers, as panic was about to settle on his spine.

“The police can’t know about this. They’re lives as well as everyone else in this community is in danger. These vampires don’t rest, they’re after all the lives they can get. And we need you to help us out in stopping them.” Damaris whispers, fearing others might overhear their conversation.

“So you’re really serious about this.” Nick states, trying to find a logical reason to all this.

Nemesis sighs, “I know, I know it’s weird, the whole vampire thing is real though. We’ve seen it before, plus our head leader is one himself.”

“Demetrius right?” Nick seethes out, the anger rising thinking about what the man put him through last night.

The two young women nod their heads as Nick seethes out why he should help him and the girls out as well.

“After what he did to me last night, you think I’m gonna waste my time working and taking orders from him. Sure, right, I’ll be a part of his ‘Allegiance.” Nice try girls, try someone else.” Nick growls as he was about to call security on the women.

“Wait, please, look, take this business card in case you want to talk to us. This is lives we’re taking about. Your life as well as your group’s and your families.” Damaris states desperately, her eyes pleading with him. She hands him the small red business card with black lettering before being lead away. Two armed guards grab Nemesis and Damaris and leads them to an exit, evacuating them from the premises.

Nick turns around to see Howie and Brian who had called the guards to rid the women.

Kevin steps out and walks over to Nick quickly, “Hey, those girls didn’t freak you out did they?”

Nick bites his tongue and shakes his head, “Nah, they’re girls, why would I would I be scared of them?”

Brian raises his eyebrows as he looks at Howie who seem to have shared a private joke. Nick rolls his eyes playfully and pushes the two guys on his way back to the stage.

“A.J’s stuck in traffic, he’ll be here in about fifteen minutes.” Kevin states in between sips of his cup of black coffee. “So, we’ll start rehearsing then.”

The others settle down on the floor of the stage, sitting, waiting for A.J’s arrival.
~*~

A.J. races out of his Mercedes Benz in a rush and slams into two women. “OH, I’m sorry. You girls ok?”

The two women looked dazed and rubs their heads wearily.

“Yeah, I think, once the dizziness passes.” The petite brunette states.

A.J. smiles, “Well good. I gotta go. I’m late.” And as A.J. was about to race off, Nemesis grabs the hem of A.J’s black tank top.

“Whoa wait, real quick. Before you run in there, I just wanna say the guys are a little peeved at you and your tardiness.” Nemesis states smiling, her bluish green eyes glitter in glee.

A.J. turns to face the girls and takes a deep breath, “Your right. Why should I run in there, when they’re still gonna be mad at me no matter what.”

Damaris smirks and shakes her head, she gasps and smiles, whispering something into Nemesis’s ears.

Nemesis moves closer to A.J. to see the small tattoo of a tiny black cross marked above his right elbow. “Look at that, you’ve been picked and you have no idea.”

A.J. nibbles his lip in confusion and smirks, “Right, I’ve been picked to sing in a group who entertains people.”

Damaris fills A.J. in about the meaning of his tattoo and goes into telling him about the two vampire societies fighting for human lives. “You’ve been picked to partake in the Crimson Society.”

“What is this, some gang?” A.J. asks, curiosity seeping in.

Nemesis fills him in on the rest of the story, “We all carry that mark you have on your arm. Mine’s on the back on my lower neck. Damaris has one on her lower back.”

“Ok, so it’s a popular tattoo? What about it?” A.J. asks, getting annoyed and realizing the other guys must be ready to blow up on him.

“Only those that are picked have it on. Hence, you’re chosen. Just like your friend Nick, you belong to us. Welcome to the Crimson Society. Now all we need is your signature on a form.” Nemesis states, her honeysuckle locks blowing gently over her shoulders.

Damaris pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it A.J. along with a black roller ink pen. “Just sign. Either way, you’re part of us and Cabal will come for you.”

A.J. raises his eyebrows and smirks at the women, “Wow, what are you girls sniffing? It must be some good stuff.”

Damaris angrily glares at the man and walks away angrily as Nemesis snatches the paper and pen away from A.J.

“Fine, you prefer the hard way. Expect a visit soon from Cabal, he’ll be glad to see you.” Nemesis states: walking away from the very confused man.

A.J. shakes his head and races into the stadium, the thoughts of what the girls said mixed in with his ideas of an excuse. “Man, Kevin will never believe me.” He smirks and enters through the side entrance to find the others.
~**~

**~To Be Continued…~**