![]() ![]() Eyes narrowed at the uninvited newcomers, he exhaled a low snarl, his warm breath steaming from his nostrils to plume into the brittle December night air. Under a thick, bulbous nose, thin lips curled away from crooked teeth and the sharp tips of the vampire's fangs. At the sound of their combat boots crunching in the snow and frozen filth of the pavement, the guard on watch lifted his head. The male was Breed, as was the pair of warriors who emerged from the gloom of the alleyway. Outside the entrance, a big guard loomed like a gargoyle in a knit skullcap and black leather. ![]() The thick slab of steel was shielded by a tall iron grate. The only humans permitted inside the old brick building were the stable of attractive young women - and a few pretty men - kept on hand to satisfy the late-night clientele's every craving.Ĭoncealed within the shadows of an arched vestibule at street level, the unmarked metal door gave no indication of what lay behind it, not that any local or tourist in their right mind would pause to wonder. Located at the far end of a narrow, ice-encrusted back alley of Boston's Chinatown district, the place catered to an exclusive, if discriminating, crowd. The club was private, very much off the beaten path, and for damned good reason. ![]()
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