The Monkees made it to the Vincent Van Go-Go in record time. When they entered the back stage door, the manager was waiting for them.
"You boys are late." He said, pointing to his watch.
"We're sorry." Peter said, "I had a root canal done this afternoon."
The manager winced. "Okay, go ahead and set up. It's a packed house tonight and they're all waiting for you four."
"We'll give them a great show, sir." Davy said as the group walked in.
Quickly and silently the Monkees set up behind the curtain. The manager introduced them and they started their set only a few minutes late.
Like the manager said, it was a packed house, so no one paid attention to the dark haired girl walking into the club. She wore a gray mini-dress and ankle boots. Walking over to the bar, she ordered a Bloody Mary and then silently watched the Monkees perform, keeping a close eye on Davy.
After awhile, the Monkees took a break and went backstage.
"Oh yeah, we forgot to tell you something, Peter." Micky said.
"Can it wait a minute?" Peter asked, "I have to get some water. I forgot to take my pill."
"Go ahead, it can wait another minute." Mike said.
"I'll go with you to the bar." Davy said to Peter, "I'm a bit parched."
"And you want to check out the girls." Micky added with a smirk.
"Ha ha." Davy said and left the backstage with Peter.
At the bar, Peter ended up next to the girl with the gray dress, but she had her head turned away so he couldn't see her face. Peter ordered water and Davy asked for a soda. When Peter got his water, he took a sip and turned to Davy.
"Are you going to stay here long?" Peter asked him.
"No, but go ahead," Davy said, "I'll be along in a minute."
Peter walked away from the bar, and the girl in the gray dress stepped into his place and turned to Davy.
"Hello." She said, an accent in her voice
"Oh hello." Davy said, instantly becoming smitten with the girl, "What's your name?"
"My name is Lorelei." She said, "You are one of the Monkees?"
"Yeah, I'm Davy Jones." He replied, noticing her accent, "So where are you from?"
"Russia." Lorelei replied. "Near the Transylvanian border."
"Transylvania?" Davy asked.
"I mean Romania." Lorelei corrected herself, "I've enjoyed your music tonight." She continued, coming closer to him.
"Thank you." Davy replied, suddenly becoming uncomfortable with the girl's closeness. "Well, I've got to get backstage, my mates are waiting for me."
"You're not afraid of me, are you Davy Jones?" Lorelei asked, bending closer to him.
"No...no, I just get the feeling..."
"What sort of feeling?" Lorelei pressed.
"That I've seen you before, and that..." Davy said.
Lorelei kissed Davy hard on the lips. Davy found it almost impossible to break away, but he finally did, rubbing his bottom lip.
"Now I remember." Davy said, "That kiss...you're...Mendoza's daughter."
Davy tried to back away, but the room began to spin around him. Just then, the bartender brought over his soda.
"Here you go, son." He said, then noticed the look on Davy's face. "You okay?"
"Davy, what's the matter?" Lorelei asked, feigning surprise, her accent suddenly gone.
Davy tried to talk, but his speech was garbled. Lorelei took him by the arm.
"I better take him outside for some air." She told the bartender.
The bartender nodded and Lorelei took Davy by the shoulders and led him away, his legs beginning to buckle. Once outside, she led him to her car parked down the street, and just managed to get him inside before he lost consciousness. She then drank a vial of the antidote to the drug on her lipstick and then drove away.
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Backstage at the club, Micky and Mike were telling Peter about officer Jay's phone call that afternoon. Peter finished the last of his water with a gulp.
"Did the policeman say anything about Frankie, Dr. Mendoza's monster?" He asked.
"He didn't say and I forgot to ask." Mike replied, "If he's out there, the police will find him. I mean, where could someone that big and tall hide?"
Micky looked around. "Hey, didn't you say Davy would be along in a minute?" He asked Peter, but Peter was staring straight ahead, seemingly lost in thought.
"Peter, what's wrong?" Mike asked.
"You know that girl I told you about at the dentist's this afternoon?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, what about her?" Micky asked.
"I think that was Mendoza's daughter." Peter said seriously, "She said her name was Nadia."
"No way." Micky and Mike said, shaking their heads.
"It makes sense." Peter insisted, "Why would she try to hide her face?"
Micky and Mike looked at each other. Peter had a point.
"Before we get all worked up." Mike said, "Let's get Davy and continue the gig before the manager comes after us."
Micky and Peter agreed and as they headed to the door, the manager entered.
"We're sorry." Mike said quickly, "We're gonna start up now as soon as we find our percussionist."
"That's what I came to tell you about." The manager replied, "The bartender told me he got sick and a girl took him outside."
The manager was almost knocked over by the three Monkees as they charged out of the backstage area. They quickly made their way through the crowd, ignoring the comments of the well-wishers, and ran outside. Davy was not there. Mike, Micky and Peter frantically looked around the area and ran up and down the street looking for their friend, but Davy was nowhere to be found. They went back to the club's entrance, where the manager was waiting for them.
"Did you find him?" He asked.
"No, he's not here." Peter said, beginning to panic. "Call the police, Dr. Mendoza has him!"
"Wait, wait!" The manager said, trying to calm him down, "It's possible the girl took him to the hospital or back to your house." He said, "Tell you what, you three go and finish the second half of your show and I'll call your house and the local hospital and see if he's there."
"Promise?" Micky asked.
"Yes, I promise." The manager said, "Now go back onstage. I'm sure Davy's fine."
The three Monkees reluctantly went back on stage and finished the rest of their show, with Mike handling Davy's songs. When the show was over, the three men went back to the manager, who was smiling.
"I have good news, boys." He said, "Davy's fine. I called your house once, but there was no answer. I called the hospital, but no one of Davy's name or description was there either. So, I called your house again, and a man who said he was your landlord answered. He said a girl brought Davy home. He has an upset stomach, but he's feeling a lot better now and sleeping."
"Whew, what a relief." Mike said, "We thought maybe Davy had been kidnapped."
"No, no such drama." The manager smiled, and pulled out some money. "Here's your money, and I hope Davy's feeling better."
"Thank you, sir." Peter said, and the Monkees went back to pack up their equipment.
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Davy however, was not at the pad at all. He was back in Dr. Mendoza's laboratory, strapped to an upright board just as he was a few weeks ago. The board where Dr. Mendoza's monster had stood was empty. Nadia was standing in front of Davy. She had changed out of her mini-dress and wig and was back to wearing her long white gown.
"So you are for real." Davy said, struggling to get loose.
"Obviously." Nadia said with a smirk.
"Did you know your father denied ever having a daughter?" Davy taunted.
Nadia simply smiled and began to walk up the wooden steps that led out of the laboratory.
"What are you going to do with me?" Davy asked.
"You'll find out, once my father and Groot bring your other friends here." Nadia replied at the top of the stairs. She then shut off the light, leaving Davy in darkness.
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