Blood and Gasoline

Wild and restless nights were not uncommon in the whirlwind of a reckless and impulsive lifestyle. Filled to the brim with drugs and alcohol, the club Viper was an all-night-long party. Scantily clad women would dance to their hearts' delight on the circular stage in the centre of the room, surrounded by onlookers of awestruck men and jealous women, both equally as drunk and flustered as the other. A dimly lit booth giving the perfect view of both the dancers and the rest of the club was situated on a platform away from the general public and directly opposite the bar. Usually, home to a group of six men - all of them equally dangerous and handsome - and whichever lucky few women had been chosen for the night, the booth was where everyone wanted to be. Just to the right of the booth was a large wooden door which nobody, except those who were honoured enough to be sitting in the booth, knew what was behind. Many thought it was the cellar, where they kept barrels of booze. Others secretly believed that it kept something a lot more sinister hidden. Little did they know, they were right.