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Christian“What ever is your name, gorgeous?” I mutter sleepily beneath my breath, stretching out on cheap, stained sheets with that satisfying soreness in my anus and lower back already, unfortunately healed. I shouldn’t be allowing myself to drift off here, into a full, deep slumber. It’s safer to sleep in a coffin, especially in a city like this, run by powerful, sanctimonious lunatics with consecrated weapons. My sire showed me how to ward the things. We have no power to set foot in a church or a person’s home without explicit invite, but they in return have no power to disturb our rest. Speak the proper words and no one save the resident sleeping inside can open the crypt. You can’t even torch the thing, cannot lift it from the spot where it rests, and it doesn’t need to be a full, authentic coffin either. Any four-walled chest with a lid will serve and keep a vampire safe and snug until the sun sets and our power and strength returns.I refuse to secure any such sleeping box. I

NickChristian has me pinned, and I fucking know I should head-butt him, break his nose for daring get right up in my face like this, with his breath hot upon my lips and his crotch grinding down upon my own completely wrong-wired member.I swallow. “You know you’re fucked.”“Not yet,” he laughs. “But it seems we’re building towards a most satisfying climax to this fight.”“Shut your filthy mouth. You know what I meant,” I snarl, straining against those stupidly strong hands encircled around my forearms with just enough pressure… to not be bruising in the slightest. It’s a firm but... somehow tender grip. And I need to stop being so aware of those fingers and that body. I need to just fucking… focus! “There is an army of exorcists and enforcers who are gonna come here after me, and they will fucking obliterate you.”“I’m not scared of the church,” he retorts, eyes wide and wild. “I’m not scared of you enforcers. They should all be scared of me,” he hisses, eyes burning bright red. “Bu

NickI shouldn’t have even hesitated. This is a blood-sucker, a diseased abomination. One vampire can bring down an entire nation in a matter of months. Their instinct is to spread their curse, to not just feed from, but corrupt the mortals around them, imbuing their followers with tainted blood and turning them all into demons. They owned Eastern Europe for centuries, until the crusaders stepped in and wiped them all out. They ran New Orleans like a slave camp back in the 1700’s. The church was the only thing that stopped them from taking over the country at large. The church was supposed to have finished exterminating them… It is my duty as Father Sicillio’s trusted peon to finish fulfilling that mission. Just as it was my duty to beat to death that rat of a man who dared betray the Family’s secrets…My finger caresses the trigger, gun barrel pointed flush at his forehead. His eyes open, not even all the way. It’s a sleepy, uncaring regard – half-moons of silver eyeing me boldly fro

NickMy dad was a real piece of work. He was also a legend, gave me a clear in to the upper ranks of this life – torching troublesome businesses and providing ‘protection’ for the church’s proper, tithing citizens. Dying on the job seems to have made him into even more of a hero in the eyes of my crew. They’re always gushing stories of the glory days, talking about the stunts he pulled, how brave he was and shit. The da I remember, the one we got at home? Sure, he towered – like an overgrown child, throwing temper tantrums over nothing with a gut full of beer and his glory days long behind him. I didn’t cry at his funeral, not because I was putting on a brave face. It’s cause I didn’t feel nothing but relief. Any guilt I had… It was for how hard ma was crying, acting like she weren’t at all relieved to be rid of him. Still, I ain’t sorry for what I did, not in that case, but the guys got no clue about that.They’re lounging low in their usual booth, shoved right in the corner of Cicer

NickI like it when it rains, makes the stains wash out quicker. Cools you down, when you’re running hot and your heart is pounding so hard your head is throbbing and you can’t even think straight. I never told the guys I was scared shitless my first time on the job at just fifteen years old. I sure as shit never tell them I’m still scared shitless even now, at eighteen, a full grown man.I walk out into the rain all calm and collected, and I ask the guys which bar they want to swing by on the way home. They do that to celebrate after a job. I do that, because I hate what I just did, and I need a damn strong drink.“Cicero’s,” Louie declares, overriding all other suggestions. “Who’s driving?”“Think I’ll walk,” I counter, turning my face up to the downpour. “Nice night for it, don’t you think?” Forty degrees and cold as hell, perfect, punishing, pneumonia inducing weather.Jimmy gives me a playful shove, and calls me a crazy prick, but no one offers to walk those ten blocks with me. I