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was powerless.
    The car rolled steady and slow along the graveled path leading up to the mansion. Dom looked up at it. It was just how he left it last week. Quiet. A couple of downstairs lights were switched on. He imagined old man Beauchamp sitting in the dining room, his taxidermy specimens watching the whole room. He shivered.
    The kid came to a stop outside the front door and killed the engine.
    "Home sweet home," said Green Eyes. "Thanks, Rufus," she then said to the driver. Rufus briefly turned his head to the side and nodded, not saying a word in reply.
    "Let's go," Green Eyes said to Dom before opening her door and stepping out of the car.
    Dom went to get out, then stopped. "Hey," he said to Rufus , the driver. Rufus turned back in his seat to face him. Dom now saw just how young he was and took back the remark about him starting to shave only last week. He most probably hadn't even begun shaving yet.
    Dom gave him a nod. "Thanks."
    Rufus just gave him a small smile in return and didn't say a word.
    Probably shy, Dom thought. I was like that at his age.
    Rufus turned back to face the front.
    "Come on," Green Eyes then said from outside. "We haven't got all night."
    Dom sighed in exasperation. "She always like this?" he asked Rufus.
    Rufus caught his stare in the rear view. He just gave him a shrug in return.
    "A man of few words, huh?" Dom said to himself. "Maybe some other time, buddy." Dom threw his door open. The cool night air hit him as he stepped out, his shoes touching gravel. Green Eyes was already at the front door, waiting. Dom had a final look up at the mansion before he closed the car door and followed.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
    T hey both entered the marbled lobby, the very one Dom had been in a week before. Green Eyes went over to the couch up against the right - hand wall, sat, and crossed her legs. Dom stood where he was, in the center of the room, his head still full of unanswered questions.
    "Ah, Dominic," came a voice from the right. Dom snapped his head that way to see Beauchamp step into the lobby from one of the many doors surrounding them; he was dressed in a red robe and slippers, his hair slicked back from his brow. He was wiping the back of it with a small towel, indicating to Dom he'd just stepped out of the shower. Beauchamp threw it over his shoulder as he approached Dom. On reaching him, he put out his hand. Dom took it without even realizing he was doing so.
    "Good to see you again, young man," Beauchamp said.
    "Mr. Beauchamp!" Dom said in a half-stern, half-exasperated tone. 'Maybe you can tell me what's going on here."
    Beauchamp released a heavy sigh. "Well. You were about to put yourself in extreme danger and so I had no choice but to intervene."
    Dom shook his head. "I don't get it. You mean to say you knew about the vampires all along?"
    Beauchamp interlocked his fingers together. "Yes," he said in an almost apologetic manner, rocking slightly on his heels.
    Dom grabbed his forehead. "Man, this is the single most strangest night of my life."
    Beauchamp chuckled. He placed a friendly arm around Dom's shoulder. "Young man, things are about to get even stranger."
    "Who are you?" Dom asked, now totally exasperated.
    "I'm Vincent. I, we , hunt vampires," he said in a matter-of-fact manner. "Just like you."
    Dom frowned. "It was me who almost got hunted just now."
    Vincent let out a hearty laugh. "Yes, which is exactly why I sent Trixie to save you."
    "So that's her name," Dom said with an ironic nod.
    Vincent gave him a look of surprise. "She didn't tell you?" Vincent turned and stared at her in disappointment. " Trixie... "
    Trixie shrugged. "Sorry, I forgot."
    Vincent let out a rueful sigh. "Well, I suppose formal introductions are in order." He cleared his throat. "Dominic Dempsey meet Trixie Beauchamp. Trixie Beauchamp. Dominic Dempsey."
    "Hi," Trixie said without a lot of enthusiasm.
    "Beauchamp?" Dom echoed, cocking a thumb over his shoulder toward