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The Job is Violence. I'm not Interested in 'Proper Introductions', Especially Not With a Bloodsucker

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

My Old Man Would Be Proud... I'm About to Throw.

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

Duty or Desire?

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

He Knows He’s Fucked. He is Actually...

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

In the Mind of a Vampire

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

The Real Nick Derosso

NickThe drug’s wearing off, and the kick of the booze is turning from warming buzz to headache inducing pressure. What’s even worse… My balls feel heavy and tight, still aching with desire as I think about Christian, bent over beneath me… “I’m fucking damned,” I mutter. “I’m a fucking idiot. I need to fucking…” I wipe a hand over my face. I must look like crap. I’m about to fall over. I stumble past the newsstand on my street corner without intending to stop or even wave. This seems to make Junior (the stall runner) nervous, but I’m in no mood for niceties. Even the rich, refreshing scent of the complimentary coffee he hastily pours and holds out toward my face… It don’t seem to be helping much.“Long night?” he pries.I accept the proffered drink, grumbling something incoherent and gulping it down so quick I scald my tongue. I hardly care. It’s a welcome distraction from that ache in other places, that pit deep in my stomach…“Rare to see you out here alone, Nick. Usually you got Mik

I Should be With Her… But I’m Thinking of Him

NickAfter hours of tossing and turning, I finally drifted off. My dream was tense, fucking hot at first, with rocking hips and straining limbs, pinning Christian to the bed, completely in my power… Just to fuck him, long and slow. He’s moaning my name this time, looking right in my eyes. He knows me. He sees me.But then everyone sees. They shoot that fucking demon in the forehead, as I should have, and they drag me naked to the altar. We were fucking in a church, and the priests are glaring on with disciplinary rods in hand, just like the first time I--I start awake, cursing at the wreak of cold sweat staining the sheets tangled around my legs. I’m not just damp from sweat. My thighs are soaked in cum. I fucking jizzed inside my boxers, just thinking of his--Stop thinking about him.I head back into the shower without a word of explanation spoken to my mother sipping tea on the couch. She thinks I’ve just had a nightmare no doubt, petrified by my violent acts, like I’m still some

Practical Princess Alessia Bertinelli

NickThe circle of schmoozers crowding around Alessia are completely blocking the doorway leading into the house where the boss himself is waiting for me. I ain’t gonna go entering that densely packed crowd and squeezing past those hoop skirts, and I’m pretty sure it ain’t classy to command a lady ‘Hey, step aside, would ya?’ as was my initial impulse. I stop a full fifty meters back from that crowd instead and cast my gaze to the side of the house, thinking of circling around back and slipping in that way--“Nicky?” Alessia caught sight of me, following the stares of a few of her friend circle. She hands off her drink to the guy beside her without even looking at him, hiking up her skirt and rushing up to greet me like she is still that carefree, hyper eight year old. I guess she’s not much like her prim and uptight mother after all.That’s a good sign. Still, the way she’s calling me ‘Nicky’ and greeting me with a full on hug is a little too… familiar. Like ma said, I hardly know th

A More than Awkward Evening with My Intended, Unwanted Fiance

NickI endure through dinner with Alessia playing footsie with me, resting her hand on my thigh, and noting quietly how adorable it is how ‘shy’ I am.“Daddy’s not going to get mad at you. We are to be married after all…”I’m still not going to even attempt to kiss her in front of an entire banquet hall of other guests. I’ll play along and feed the bites of lobster ravioli into her teasing, parted lips however, darting constant glances over to my future father in law seated at the head of the table to check if that’s alright.He keeps giving those encouraging grins, so I keep up the uncomfortable flirting and compliments, because that is what you’re supposed to do when courting a woman. Though with Alessia, I hardly have to try. She’s so good at complimenting herself, she hardly needs my input. She just wants someone to sit at her side, and hold her hand… and take her to bed, once vows are spoken.She’s already bringing up things like, “I always wanted a little girl, someone I could d

My Target Shows His Teeth

NickI don’t call up Mikey or Jim. I don’t take anyone along with me for this newest, brutal job. I just grab up my gun, and my Louisville Slugger… The second that thing is back in my hands I start shaking, and cursing myself, feeling I’m about to toss my fucking cookies.I tuck it back in the closet and decide to blow the guy’s brains out instead. One shot, quick and painless. The boss will never know it happened that way. He wants the body disappeared in the river anyhow, no witnesses, no photos, and no evidence. I don’t need to be cruel. I am not my old man. I punish only people who deserve it, no more drawn out suffering, and no more collateral.Instead of loading the revolver with regular slugs, I dip back into my case of cross-carved consecrated bullets. It’s kind of like a blessing for this poor guy I know nothing about, to send off his soul with a touch of holiness that can maybe serve the same as giving him proper last rites. It’s also a bit of insurance, just in case I run i

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