The air in the alleyway was acrid, filled with the sights and smells of seedy city life. Trash was strewn about to lay waste in stagnant, oil filled water, and the homeless lay in dilapidated cardboard boxes, soaked through with rain and trash water. The woman in the long black leather trench coat walked with purpose down the alleyway, ignoring the propositions from the prostitutes, and the transactions with the drug dealers. She had enough on her plate already, and being sidetracked would only waste more time that she didn’t have. Passing through the alley, she barely glanced at the bums sleeping amongst the filth littering the blacktop. None of this mattered to her in the least. Her only objective was to find Alastor, and Club After Life was her destination.
From the information she’d gathered, a switch in ownership made Alastor the new owner of Club After Life. She knew he’d be there waiting for her, which was why she chose to forego her entrance into the club with guns blazing. Instead, she made her way into the club via its back door.
“Personnel only,” the guard said, voice gruff with hostility.
“Tell Alastor that Veronica is here to see him. He knows who I am.” With that, she stared at the bodyguard with her piercing lavender eyes, seeing into his very soul.
“Right away,” the guard spoke quietly, heading for the main office in a hurry as if something had spooked him.
Veronica simply smiled, running fingers through her ruby red hair. Her black leather knee high boots clacked against the floor as she busied herself with snooping around Alastor’s club. The girl she was looking for had to be somewhere around the main office, probably in a storage closet or back room, hidden from the public’s eye.
“You really think I would keep her here?”
“You always keep your power supply close at hand.”
Alastor smiled, bowing at the waist. “You do know me oh so well, Veronica. What a shame that you left me for that pathetic little human.”
“And what a shame that you turned out to be such an asshole,” she replied, staring into his blood red eyes with complete malice for the man.
“Come come, Veronica. What would our daughter say if she saw us fighting?”
Veronica froze at the mention of her daughter, staring down her ex-lover as a fit of rage overtook her body. Her hand quickly reached for the inside of her trench coat, producing a 9mm glock pointed at Alastor’s head. “Where is she you son of a bitch?”
“Do you plan to kill me? You know I can’t die.” Alastor smiled wickedly, shoving his hands into his white suit jacket.
“Bring her to me or I blow your fucking head off!” She yelled, finger tight on the trigger.
Staring down the barrel of the gun, Alastor laughed. “Do it then, but you’ll never find her that way. She cries when you’re not around you know? She always misses her mommy.”
“Fuck you,” she replied before blowing a hole in Alastor’s head.