Burke cursed softly to himself as he
searched the club. He’d gone there with his pseudo-twin, Byron. They were
actually a couple of months apart, but neither of them paid any attention to
that little detail. He’d dragged Byron here under protest and felt responsible
for his younger brother.
Finally Burke had to concede defeat.
His brother had disappeared without a trace. There were too many unfamiliar
scents surrounding the club that Burke couldn’t pick out his brother’s.
He repeated his story several times for
the police officers. He got the feeling that they suspected he’d had a hand in
Byron’s disappearance. Burke knew that wasn’t true, he loved his brother.
He haunted that club for months looking
for clues. He questioned everybody he could about his brother. His search
expanded to the nearby clubs and then to more distant bars. He shivered in the
cold outside a nondescript seedy club. He’d been searching for months without a
sign of his brother. No one had seen him leave with anyone. He knew in his
heart of hearts that his brother was alive.
He turned at the sound of crunching
snow. Someone was sneaking up on him. He cursed the fact that he’d only
inherited some vampire traits. His senses were enhanced but he lacked the
mental abilities and the enhanced strength of a full vampire.
He fell in the snow as a heavy weight
smacked against the back of his head. As he lost consciousness, he noticed two
pairs of black shoes moving around him. The feet’s owners bound him and lifted
him into a car and he knew no more.
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