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third time and a sliding peephole opened.   A dark set of eyes checked him out, it’s owner recognizing him for what he was.  “Back so soon?”
    “Safer to feed here then on the streets.” He chuckled.  “B esides, I thought I’d finish off my leftovers.” He smiled.
    The peephole slammed shut and a series of locks and slides opened.  Just as the door was cracking open, the enforcers pushed their way through, pinning the door guard against the wall.  The stronger of the enforcers held a stake at his heart with one hand and whispered, “Shhh!” before the guard could call out.
    The other enforcers pushed Damien through the doors, urging him to lead the way.  Once through, Damien rolled his head across his neck and listened to the joints pop.  Let’s do this. He readied himself.
    He led them through the dark hallways and into a larger common room.  Alcoves set off on either side with dirty ma ttresses stained in blood and vampires feeding off of the metro’s homeless, runaways, drug addicted and street people lined the edges of the room.  Damien searched the gloom until he saw the mohawk of the punk he had heard bragging, his leather jacket hung on a hook above the mattress he was currently spread atop, feeding on a bag lady.  Damien pointed at the punk and the enforcers wasted no time in bagging, gagging and securing him.  Damien rapidly searched the room but didn’t see the other punk that had been with this one before.  He screwed up his nerve and marched up to the punk.  He bent low to keep his voice down.  “Where’s your friend?”
    Mohawk shook his head, the gag in his mouth hooked on his fangs.  He obviously didn’t know who Damien was talking about.  “Let’s try this again.  A couple of nights ago, you were in here feeding with another punk.  Leather jacket, same bad hai rcut.  Ring a bell?” Damien asked, thumping the punk in the head.  “Where the fuck is he?”
    The punk glared at Damien, his eyes narrowing on him.  He knew that Damien was a baby vamp and had it not been for the others, he would have torn him limb from limb.  He mumbled, ‘fugg yew’ through the gag.
    “Fuck me, eh?”  Damien chuckled.  “Well, we’ll see how much you feel like fornicating when Mr. Foster rips your cock off and shoves it up your ass, smart mouth.”  Damien nodded to the enforcers.  “Take him.  If he won’t talk to us, he’ll talk to Paul.”
    Apparently the punk knew of Paul Foster because his eyes bulged in his head and he began struggling as if his life depen ded on it.  Maybe because his life did depend on it.  Damien stopped them a moment.  “Feel like talking now?”  The punk nodded his head rapidly.  “Remove the gag.”
    Once the enforcers pulled the gag out, Damien noticed the dark marks around the punk’s mouth.  Had he been human, there would definitely be bruising.  “Monroe.  His name’s Monroe, but he’s not here, man.  He fed on the streets, man.  I swear.” The punk said.
    “Fine.  Where can I find him?”
    “I dunno, man.  He didn’t tell me where he was going, I swear.  What do you want him for?  Maybe I can…”
    “Mr. Foster has some questions for the two of you.  If we can’t bring the both of you, then I guess you’ll have to take Monroe’s pain as well.” Damien said then nodded to the enforcers.  The punk started to scream, but found his mouth filled with the gag again and he was instantly dragged to the hallway and toward the door.  The lead enforcer still holding the door guard at the entrance with a stake to the chest.
    As the last of them exited the building, the enforcer slowly withdrew from the guard.  Holding his finger to his lips, he r epeated, “Shhh.  We were never here.”  He turned to leave and slowly pulled the door shut.  Just before closing it, he looked at the guard and said, “Have a pleasant evening.” And smiled.
    The enforcers shoved the punk into the van and once they all piled in, Damien