The aroma of freshly cleaned linens and other spices filled Catherine's nose. She turned, hugging the pillow beside her tighter. Her bed felt oddly comfortable. In fact, the scent that wafted through the air and the silk hugging her body wasn't familiar to her at all.

With her eyes flying open, she finally registered that she wasn't in her room. Images of the night before flashed through her mind, and she bolted upright into a sitting position. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she glanced around. Her heart quickened and panic set in when she realized she didn't recognize the room she was in.

Catherine slowly moved to the edge of the bed, setting her bare feet against cool wooden flooring. Her heart leapt from her chest when her gaze drifted down, to her attire. She was no longer in the skimpy dress Gina had borrowed, but was now in a large tee-shirt and baggy shorts that was much too big on her. What the hell happened?

The room was quite large, much bigger than her entire apartment. The floor was a deep mahogany, and the bed was big enough to fit two other people. Silk blankets and sheets were a mess from her sleeping in them. Off to her left was a brick fireplace, with a small flame burning. The double glass doors located beside it went from the roof to the door, with white translucent drapes hanging over it.

Finally gathering her nerve to stand, she did so. There was a deep royal purple robe folded on the armrest of the chair in the corner, and on it was a folded piece of paper with her name on it.

'Miss Catherine,' the note read, 'When you are awake please make your way to the dining room. You will find it down the hallway to your left. I have given you a robe to put on, so please do not hesitate to use it. I will have breakfast prepared for you, it would be an honor if you would join me. - Julia.

Who the hell is Julia? She wondered. Julia... It sounded so similar to Julian... Once again the events that took place the night before flooded her thoughts, and her hand flew to her neck. Bewilderment struck her like a brick wall when her skin was smooth and there was no dried blood. She knew for a fact she wasn't hallucinating what happened, but she didn't understand why there was no wound.

She grabbed the robe and slipped it on. It felt like soft rose petals against her skin. Once it was fastened tightly around her body, she hesitantly placed her hand on the door. What if... What if she had been kidnapped? What if this 'Julia' was in fact, Julian? What would she do? Could she truly fight her way out? She had been immobilized with fear when she saw the haunting crimson irises, and knew if she gazed upon them again, she would be too frightened to flee. No! She thought fiercely to herself, I will escape! I need to know what happened.

She opened the door, her new found bravery fueling the need to understand the events that took place and the need to escape. Finding her phone and her clothes was the top priority. She needed to make sure Gina and Kevin were safe. Had they succumbed to whatever monsters were in the club? She prayed to whatever god that wasn't the case.

The hallway stretched on in both directions, and a red carpet rimmed with gold was placed over the wooden flooring. There were paintings hung along the walls, each a portrait of a different person. She slowed her walk, staring at them. Men, women and children who looked as if they were from a different era were the main focus. Her stomach lurched when her gaze landed on Vincent.

Her mind reeled at realization she was at his house, and she took a step back. Why was she here? What the hell happened? Was he an accomplice of Julian? She needed to find her phone. Whatever his plan was, she was going to get the cops involved the moment she was able to. She hoped her parents or even Gina and Kevin contacted the police.

Once more, Catherine's gaze drifted up to the portrait of her boss. In the painting, he was unsmiling. His eyes were piercing, ghostly, and his hand was placed on what looked like the hilt of a sheathed sword. Her eyes lowered to his feet, where one was perched on the head of a massive wolf.

Stepping away, she continued her way down the hall. A large archway was to her left, and she slowed. Clinking of what she assumed was dishes and cutlery filled her ears. A soft feminine voice started speaking, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Has she not woken up yet?" The woman questioned, "I hope she is okay... I can only imagine what she is going through."

"I gave her my blood," Vincent's voice sounded, "She will have no wounds or feel any of the effects of the alcohol she consumed yesterday."

"That is kind of you, my son-"

Catherine gasped, placing a hand against her mouth in utter shock. Her stomach turned at the thought of drinking blood. She gagged, her other hand flying to her stomach. What the hell did he mean? Gave me his blood? What... What are these people? Cannibals?

"Oh!" The woman said, and the hair on Catherine's arms raised, "I believe she is already here. I'm shocked we didn't hear you, Miss Peters. Please, come out. Don't be shy. Eat with me."

Catherine placed a hand on the wall for support. Her legs shook as she started to feel dizzy from the sheer terror that coursed through her body. She took a step back, then another, before she turned on her heel and began to flee back the way she came.

She dived down another hallway, ready to jump out of a window if she had to. There was a gust of wind, and then a shadowy figure she saw from her peripheral vision. She glanced over her shoulder, and much to her horror, she saw nothing. She quickened her pace and focused her attention back in front of her.

The blurry figure she thought she hallucinated was standing before her. She had no time to stop and collided with him. A piercing scream that burned her lungs escaped her lips when strong arms wrapped around her body.