I didn't know if I remained at the club, or had been spirited somewhere else. I felt two things, regret for what I had done, and fear of the consequences. I wasn't just sitting in the comfortable chair; I had been bound hand and foot with not one, not two, but three sets of handcuffs. I must have fought pretty hard against the bouncers for such extreme measures. I must have not completely fed either, because the hunger still grumbled from deep within. I looked around the room, and knew myself to be alone. I thought of the handsome vampire I had attacked with a pang of guilt. I wondered at his fate. I don't think you can kill a vampire by ripping out his throat, but for every interesting fact I did know about vampires, there are probably a million no one had documented yet. If you want to talk about secretive sects, vampires outrank most supernatural species by several rungs of the ladder. I glanced down at the sets of handcuffs encircling my wrists and gave a tentative tug. They weren't standard police issue cuffs either.
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