Just get Mr Wickham to do it.

Don't think I don't know who you are, Rake.

"You want the for-real answer? I don't have a fucking clue, but I suspect it has something to do with the fact that the Bachman family like their privacy. A lot." "You think someone did this just to maintain their family's privacy? That's fucked up!" "I dunno. Depends on how...

The red beam of light washed over Jonathan, casting his skin and clothes in a crimson glow. The light felt electric, and there was a slight smell of ozone. It pulsed briefly, and he felt a shudder pass through his body. Then, a moment later it swept away, across the dance floor and to the door to E...

As he watched the cone of blood-red light settle on the dance floor, Jonathan grabbed Eric's arm and gently pulled him just far enough away from the bar to avoid being overheard. "Maybe they did. Just not in the way either of us first thought." "What do you mean?" Jonathan turned...

Turning to one of the security guards, Jonathan gestured up at the cable. "Looks like that might be your problem. Once it's fixed you should have light and sound back in no time. I'll let Eric know." Walking back inside, he noticed his friend standing by the bar giving orders to his staff....

Something was in there with us! Acting on instinct, Jonathan ran out the door. In the street outside he ignored the security guards, and the long line of patrons who stood gaping at the now dark and silent club, and looked left and right, up and down the street, trying to catch some glimpse of what...

In the sudden silence Jonathan was instantly alert, listening intently for sounds of trouble. What the fuck?! Was someone expecting that search, or is Identity Corp. just run by the most paranoid fuckers alive? "You need to find another shirt to put on and go rally security!" he instructed...

"Questions, questions, questions", Jonathan chuckled as he stood up and picked up his jacket. "Let's just say that I'm a purveyor of pleasure." "Pleasure?" "That's right. The kind you won't find in a bottle, or a pill, or a pair of tight jeans." "I'll say...

Awe Roll: 3 successes. Eric succumbs to Jonathan, suddenly drawn to the young man's incredible presence and attractive looks. He grins and places his hands on Jonathan's chest, running them down to his abdomen and further. As though his will is melting into the vampire opposite him, Eric's eyes gla...

Jonathan stood as well, finding himself so close to Eric that he was practically kissing the black man's chest. "What do you mean, 'what does he look like'? I thought you were with Bill?" Just look at you, torn between lust and loyalty. It's pathetic! I don't want to have wasted my time co...

"Bill huh? I guess I'd better stop then." Jonathan stopped his hand, a mere six inches from Eric's crotch, but left it resting on his leg. "Of course, he could always join us." Eric laughed nervously. "He totally wouldn't be up for that. You know he's always been a bit of a ...

"I was in the neighbourhood on my way home and thought I'd stop by and see how you were doing. And ask you a question." "And there's the kicker!" Eric laughed. "I knew it couldn't be all about me." "Ah, Eric, but it is all about you" Jonathan comforted his fri...

Smiling to himself, Jonathan followed Eric through the small door in the dark corner of the club and into his office. The room was dimly lit with blue-tinted bulbs and contained a large wooden desk, a couple of chairs, a wooden cupboard that matched the desk, and a long, black leather sofa that sat ...

Jonathan leaned in close so he wouldn't have to shout over the music. "Your office sounds good. It'll give us a little privacy." Sticking his tongue out to quickly and gently lick the edge of Eric's ear, he continued, "and I'll have a Bloody Mary."

"Bruce! Damn right you owe me a drink, bitch! Where's that old man you were fucking to death?" "Nigel? I sent him packing. He was too jealous." "What, he didn't like sharing you with eight or nine other guys a week?" "Asshole", Bruce laughed, his eyes glitteri...

Stepping out of the line that hadn't moved at all since he'd joined it, Jonathan walked back to the entrance, swaggering just a little so as to fuck off everyone that he was skipping ahead of. "Hey! What the fuck?" A slightly overweight guy with "I just got out of bed" hair excla...

Jonathan sighed, remembering how much he used to hate this bullshit. Not wanting to push his luck, he shrugged and moved to the back of the long line. Once there he pulled out his cell again and sent Eric, the manager of Blitzkrieg, a text message telling him where he was and that he wanted to have ...

Ignoring the line Jonathan walked up to the bouncer whose job that night was to stand and look intimidating. They didn't know each other that well, but they'd met before and he was sure the big man would recognise him, and the fact that he was friends with the manager. Focusing his mind on the man, ...

Relaxing in the familiar surroundings of the red light district, Jonathan walked down Layson Street slowly. He was in no hurry, having achieved more than he'd planned so far that night. This visit to his old stomping grounds was simply a quick detour on his way home. Yet he remained alert, despite h...