Anne Rice Would Be So Proud (Dean)

[WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS]

------New Orleans, LA-----

Vampires in New Orleans, if it wasn’t something she was walking into alone she might have found humor in the situation. Okay she still found humor in the situation but that was because Whiskey Kings not only had a morbid sense of humor but she also harbored a death wish. It wasn’t something she shared with anyone and really only her little brother had even an inkling of a clue it was there, which is why for dangerous hunts such as these she left him safely tucked away in the next town over with the instructions that if she didn’t come back in a week to take the money she left him, get a bus back to Chicago, and find the few friends they still had there. The most important thing was under no circumstances was he to follow her or come looking for her, he was to assume she was not coming back and he had to carry on the job of finding their parents. It was selfish and stupid of her to leave him alone in the world but she was so tired of the constant strain of taking care of them, she hadn’t looked up from her own life long enough lately to see the world around her or even take a breath in so long that she couldn’t even tell you why she kept going anymore. So when she heard about vampires who owned a strip club in one of the party cities she decided that not only did that sound like a hunt that she’d love to sink her teeth into (pun totally intended) but that she probably could earn a good chunk of money working for them till she got up enough spunk to take the lot of them down.

It wasn’t hard for her to get a job at Big Daddy’s (really, could they not come up with a more imaginative name, I mean weren’t they blood sucking fiends from beyond the grave? Girls, Girls, Girls would have been more imaginative.). She was a ravishing beauty who had a natural talent for seduction and shaking her hips, so it seemed that perhaps with her daddy issues she might have missed her calling in life. Well that was neither here nor there. She gathered up a costume she was sure would delight even the most picky of clientele, pulling from her love of comic book movies the image of Jessica Alba from Sin City, she dressed up in that sexy cowgirl outfit complete with chaps and six shooters. The thing is with her six shooters they had real bullets in them just in case.

So she began her undercover work as a stripper with the name of Deja on a rather busy weekend, finding that indeed it would only take one or two nights and she and Freddy would be set for a good few months with food and hotel rooms. Heck before she saved lives she might fit in one extra night so she could make up for his birthday and Christmas combined and buy him an X-box (did I mention she had strange priorities for a hunter?).

By her third night there she had pretty much figured out half the girls were vamps along with the bartender and owner. So the odds were about ten to one, not impossible mind you but really challenging (okay had she been honest with herself she’d have said she had never been up against odds like that before and honestly was pretty sure she could take three or four in a strait up fight, but ten, no she’d probably be pushing daisies by this time tomorrow). So that night she came to work with a duffle bag containing her sword, a few vials of dead man’s blood, and a sawed off, tucking it all away in her locker. She wanted to get one last dance in before the violence started, hoping that she could get it all to wait till the club was close to closing and people had mostly gone, it would cut down on collateral damages. As her chosen song began to play she tucked her hair under her cowboy hat and took the stage, her hips moving in time with the beat, swaying seductively, having the effect of silencing the crowd almost immediately with her magnetism and the beat of the song she had chosen for the night. She didn’t look up, knowing the effect of mystery that the shadows made from the lights would have, masking her face thanks to the brim of the hat, as her hips moved in their circular motion.


MUSIC TO DANCE TO




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[dean]

SO WHAT IF YOU CAN SEE, THE DARKEST SIDE OF ME?

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NEW Orleans. The party city of Louisiana. Great place for Dean Winchester. The whole city was set up on bars, strippers, bars, and more strippers. It couldn’t get any better than this for him. Only, he was hear on a hunt or a possible hunt. He’d gotten word about vampires down here but he didn’t know anything else besides that. He really wanted to come down here for the strippers and beer.

HE had left the Impala in the motel parking lot that was a couple blocks away from the main street in New Orleans. He was walking down the main street with his bag on his back. He had his gun in the waist band of his pants. Other than that, he had nothing else. The street was long and crowded with people. It was a little more crowded then what Dean would have liked but it was the weekend. People loved to flock these streets on the weekends for beer and a good time.

A bright sign caught Dean’s attention. Big Daddy’s. He smirked. Strippers. Might as well go in. Dean had to show some ID but that was all normal. You had to be twenty one to enter a strip club. The mangers didn’t want anything illegal going on around here. Well, they might not care but you never know who runs the place walking through the front door.

ONCE inside, Dean took a seat and hear Metallica playing. The song was Fuel. Dean bobbed his head to the music and got a beer from the bar. He then took a seat at a table. The place was full of guys anywhere from twenty one (some even looked younger) to old people. There were strippers walking around the room dancing to the music. Guys would whistle and hand out dollar bills. The bills would mysteriously disappear never to be seen again.

DEAN watched all the pretty strippers dance. He smirked thinking this was the best place for him. Where else could you go that plays his favorite music, have strippers, and drink a couple cold ones? Not many places are like this. Dean was really getting into the dancers when he saw one in cowboy chaps, guns and ammo attached to her side, and a leather bra. She was swinging her hips to the beat of the music. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the hip motion while he drank some more of his beer.

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“Your character talking”

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[WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS]

Okay, so weird men’s hands all over her wasn’t something she wasn’t used to honestly, but she normally had the choice of what they looked like before they got a chance to put their hands on her. Lucky she hadn’t had any issues with overly grabby men yet but her luck was about to change. She moved across the stage, pulling her cowboy hat off so her dark hair could fall out across her shoulders and her light eyes could catch the lights just the right way, letting them glow, as she tossed the hat aside. She moved over to a few guys who held out bills for her, letting them tuck them into various areas on her outfit as she slowly moved from the stage, not taking to the pole just yet, there were too many men with to many bills around for her to ignore. She swayed past Dean, giving him a quick wink, before moving to a middle aged guy who decided tonight would be the night he allowed the mass consumption of alcohol to embolden him. He made the mistake of not only tucking the bill into Whiskey’s leather top but copping a feel with the same hand while wrapping the other hand around her wrist. She knew they had bouncers in the club for just this sort of thing but there was something in her that didn’t take well to being manhandled, well manhandled by someone who had no permission to do so.

“Oh, love, really bad choice of girl to do that to.”

Before anyone else could think about reacting she had reached up and taken a hold of the man’s hand, pulling it out from the inside of her top, and twisting it back into an impossible position, then with a quick jerk of her arm a snap could be heard as she broke his wrist, letting him go to fall to his knees from the pain. Her whole demeanor had changed with that one moment, the flirty girl had gone and was replaced by a cold killer, to the point where you’d almost think she was about to pull out the gun on her hip, point it at his head, and pull the trigger. Honestly, she thought about it, you didn’t live in the world that Whiskey Kings did without those violent tendencies showing themselves off in spades, but the mission she was on kept her from murdering the man in cold blood. She took a few steps back as the bouncers moved in to remove him, swallowing back that urge that had asserted itself where she didn’t want it. For a moment her instincts kicked into overdrive and she brought her head around to look at Dean, a puzzled look on her face for a moment, before she let that coldness melt away as if it had never been there, giving him a smile and swaying up to him, hoping to at least save face in front of the probably freaked out customers.

“Hey big guy, new around these parts?”
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[dean]

SO WHAT IF YOU CAN SEE, THE DARKEST SIDE OF ME?

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NO ONE WILL EVER CHANGE THIS ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME[/color][/font]
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DEAN watched the girl in the cowboy outfit swing her hips back and forth to the music. She took off her cowboy hat and let her hair fall. It was a dark curtain enclosing her back from site. The light caught her eyes and made them gleam a pretty brown. Dean smiled still bobbing his head to the music. He watched her walk around the tables dancing. She was letting men put money down her clothes. It seemed like she didn’t mind it until some guy decided to feel her up. He watched the encounter. She ended up grabbing his wrist and then the next thing he knew, the guy was on the floor withering in pain.

TAKING a drink, he frowned. This girl wasn’t just any type of girl. There was something different about her. Most people didn’t go around breaking people’s wrist in strip clubs. Maybe she was a hunter. It was possible. There were supposedly vampires around this part of town. She could be here working a case. But then why would she be in this club?

DEAN tore his eyes away from the girl. He looked around the club. There were more girls in different skanky outfits then he could count. Well, he could count pretty damn high but he was just too lazy to do so. He saw a stripper take a couple of guys into the back. He kept an eye on that door for a little while.

ANOTHER door opened and only one girl came back. She was walking out of the room licking her lips with no one following her. That was strange. She came out of the room where she took a guy back to have some fun. It wouldn’t be so strange if she wasn’t the only one to come back out.

BEFORE he could do anything, the girl in the cowboy chaps came over to him muttering “Hey big guy, new around these parts?”

[/color] Dean smiled. “Only if you want me to be,”[/color] Dean watched her dance to the music. “That was some stunt you pulled back there with that guy.” Dean motioned with this head to the guy whose wrist she had broken.
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lyrics: animal i have become by three days grace
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[WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS]

At Dean’s answer to her question she had a mental battle with herself, her smart ass wanting to blurt out “Wow, you think up that all by yourself or did your little sister give you tips on pick up lines?” and the practical side of her screaming “FREDDY DESERVES AN XBOX, BITE YOUR TONGUE FOR ONCE!!”. It probably was a funny look on her face, her hazel eyes going blank for a moment as she clenched her teeth together hard to stop the sarcasm from rolling off her tongue before taking a breath and replacing it with an easy grin, nodding to him.

“Well you know, girl has to know where to draw the line.”

Her eyebrow coming up at that as her eyes danced across his form, doing her best impression of a woman who was taking in the sight of the nicest piece of manflesh she had seen in awhile. The truth was under normal circumstances she might find this guy attractive, but honestly she had enough of men grabbing her to last at least a few days and just wanted to have this assignment over and done with. Of course till then there was that little X-Box, concern to deal with. Quickly doing math in her head she figured she’d have to pull in at least a few hundred more, which would pay for the system, a few games, and allow them to be comfortable for at least a few weeks on the road. If not then she’d go hungry and still get him the present, not like the first time she’d ever done it anyway, but Dean looked like someone who might be able to help, along with being thick enough to pay, in order for her to accomplish her goal. She turned, looking over her shoulder and giving him those come hither eyes, before motioning her head towards a back room.

“What do you say we take this convo somewhere more, private?”

So sure he would follow her she started walking to one of the back rooms, making sure to put a little more swagger in her step as she went, her hands running down her sides to accentuate every curve of her body, showing herself off to him.



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credits[/b] .duchess. of caution 2.0 made this. steal it and i steal your spleen[/font][/size]

[dean]

SO WHAT IF YOU CAN SEE, THE DARKEST SIDE OF ME?

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NO ONE WILL EVER CHANGE THIS ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME[/color][/font]
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Dean watched Whiskey as she thought of an answer. He waited until she would say something. Taking another drink of his beer, he crossed his arms over his chest watched the brown haired girl in front of him. His eyes wondered over her body. Man did she look good in that outfit. Dean’s eyes wandered back up to her brown eyes. “Well you know, girl has to know where to draw the line.”

[/i][/color] Dean raised his eyebrows confused. That was drawing the line? “You call that drawing the line? Dude, I’d hate to see you mad.”[/color]

Looking around the room, Dean noticed the door he had been keeping on an eye on open. Instead of the everyone coming out of the room, only the girl came out. Dean thought that was weird. That’s now two different occasions in which people didn’t come back out. Something was defiantly up. Maybe the rumors he had heard were true. He had to find out some way.

“What do you say we take this convo somewhere more, private?”[/i][/color]

He had momentarily forgotten about the pretty lady in front of him until she spoke again. Somewhere more private? Hell, he’d love that. Dean smiled and finished off his beer. “Of course I would. Let’s get this party started.”[/color] Dean winked at her as she turned around walking towards a room. She was walking to get his attention and make him follow her. Along with that, she was running her hands up and down the side of her to show off her body. Dean smiled at this. How in the hell did he get all the hot strippers? Why was he complaining, he shouldn’t be.

They walked off into a hallway and he followed her into a room. After he entered, he closed the door giving them some more privacy from the on lookers in the bar.

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[WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS]

Dude?!? Did he just call her dude?!? Whiskey had to hold back another sarcastic comment at that, hating that catch all phrase when it was directed at her as much as “babe”. Words like that, nicknames, showed no imagination, no class. Well, as long as he had money she figured she could just close her eyes and imagine Christian Bale so this could at least be enjoyable for one of them. She did her best to ignore the “party started” comment as well, rolling her eyes while her back was turned so he didn’t see the gesture. She pushed open the door to the room, her eyes darting around for clues, now that she had a sap…err guy following her it would give her a chance to check out the room for clues as well. She heard him close the door behind them and she turned to look to him, a soft and seductive smile crossing her features as she leaned up against the wall, pressing her chest out as she did.

“I promise no broken bones as long as you promise not to bite.”

Her words a warning to him that if he was a blood sucking fiend from beyond the grave, she was ready and able to deal with him, course it would probably be by shooting him with the guns at her hips, they were loaded with real bullets after all, a few of them were of her father’s old supply where he had this idea to hollow out the tip of the bullet and put a bit of dead mans blood in with some anti-coagulant. To be honest she had never tried the bullets before against a vampire but it sounded like a damn fine idea to give it a whirl tonight. If it worked she might get that insanely genus brother of hers to make some more for her in fact as well as share the little trick with the other hunters she came across.

She stayed there a moment longer, firmly putting Christian Bale’s image in her head, bad boys who cussed people out, yummy, then she kicked up off the wall and walked over to him, wrapping herself around him, bringing her leg up against his as she looked up at him. That’s when she felt that bump in his waistband and smirked, removing herself from him and resting her hand on one of her guns, sort of like a gunfighter from the old west.

“So, is that a pistol in your pocket or are you built way differently then any other guy I’ve ever met?”

Now her mind was hoping this wasn’t a set up, that this guy wasn’t hired to try to kill her by her employers, but if he was no matter, she’d off him and then go after the real threat.



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[dean]

SO WHAT IF YOU CAN SEE, THE DARKEST SIDE OF ME?

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NO ONE WILL EVER CHANGE THIS ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME[/color][/font]
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Dean stood in the room while Whiskey stood against the wall opposite of him. He watched her while she watched him. His eyes drifted and slowly went around the room. He was looking for anything that would make sense with the people disappearing. The room had normal things: a bed, dresser, no windows, painted black, black sheets that had some stains on them, and dark lights. After looking around the room, his eyes laid back onto Whiskey. She was standing there with her chest thrust further then the rest of her body. He had momentarily forgotten he was on a possible case. He only thought about the fun things that could be done with her….

“I promise no broken bones as long as you promise not to bite.”

[/b][/i] Dean’s fantasy broke when her words rang through the air. Promise not to bite… Bite… vampires. He’s eyes went back to the sheets. The stains on the sheets could be blood. That would explain why they were black. Was the whole vampire thing real and were there actually vampires working here? He only had one way to find out.

She kicked off the wall and wrapped her arms around him. “I won’t bite unless you do.” Dean said, into her ear. He knew she was tiny just by looking at her but he didn’t realize she was this small. He felt like he was holding a delicate women instead of a strong stripper. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes before she pulled back.

Damn, she was teasing him. He didn’t like that. He was about to say something when she spoke first. “So, is that a pistol in your pocket or are you built way differently than any other guy I’ve ever met?”[/b][/i]

He was caught. Dean watched her hand lay on the guns on her holster. Those looked real and very well could be real. You don’t mess around with guns, he had learned that the hard way. He pulled his gun out and carefully held it in his hand so it was pointing at the floor. “It’s a pistol. Do those have bullets?” Dean asked gesturing with his head to the guns on her waist.

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Looks can be deceiving and that was one thing that Whiskey always banked on. When she entered a room people would not see a threat, they’d see a beauty queen, that was till she started showing off the lethal skills honed by years of practice and god given natural talent people just moved out of her way or she moved them.

Of course now she was starting to think her cover was blown. She hadn’t used her real name but it wasn’t like her family wasn’t well known, especially when it came to vampires. The Kings had been killing vamps longer than she had been alive; it was a family heritage, the first thing she was taught when it came to hunting. Her father hated the bloodsuckers, her mother hated them, and she grew up learning to hate them. If the vampires in this club had any organization at all they might know who Wade and Abigail Kings were and if they knew that then they’d know who Whiskey Kings was (along with Freddy Kings). Now if they were smart vampires, and they might very well be, killing her themselves might bring other hunters but if they just sent someone in, a hired gun, made it look like a disagreement between a stripper and her client, well that would be something else entirely.

She gave Dean one last hard look, tapping her nails against the hilt of the gun, her eyes rising to meet his, she knew if he drew on her she’d see it and she was confident enough in her ability with a fire arm to think she could get the draw on him. Well she at least thought she might and was willing to take that gamble with her life.

“I’m not sure why you are here or who you really are but if you are here to kill me I’d advise against it. First I’m hard to kill, second I’d probably kill you first, and third in this close of quarters we will both end up with a bullet in ourselves. So why don’t we start with why are you carrying a gun in a strip club and why should I let you walk out of this room with it?”




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[dean]

SO WHAT IF YOU CAN SEE, THE DARKEST SIDE OF ME?

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NO ONE WILL EVER CHANGE THIS ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME[/color][/font]
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“I’m not sure why you are here or who you really are but if you are here to kill me I’d advise against it. First I’m hard to kill, second I’d probably kill you first, and third in this close of quarters we will both end up with a bullet in ourselves. So why don’t we start with why are you carrying a gun in a strip club and why should I let you walk out of this room with it?”

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Dean frowned at Whiskey. Here to kill her? Now why would she think of something like that? Oh right, they were in a small room by themselves where people are suppose to get laid not kill them. Oh and there was the fact that his gun was in the waistband of his pants. “You don’t have to worry about me killing you unless you give me a reason to.”[/color] Dean watched her. She had a point they were both in tight quarters. If he drew, she’d be shot and he had no doubt in his mind that she would shot him too. There was no risking it.

Should he tell her why he was really here? There was no way of telling if she was a hunter. She did have the look of one. He could tell by her eyes. Like every hunter, they had a certain look in their eyes. Dean thought over this for a moment. He decided he’d use this tactic. “I’d heard rumors that this was a great place to take a bite.”[/color] He carefully chose his next words. “Can you tell me if I’d heard right?”[/color]

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A soft grin came across her face at his words, maybe this wouldn’t be a completely one sided fight after all, well at least she might make it out of this with no real injuries with another hunter’s help.

“Well I was staking out this place myself but it’s not like I wouldn’t mind another person for dinner.”

Her hands moved from her guns, moving to him slowly again, wrapping around his waist. She softly chuckled to him, her other hand reaching up to feel for the ripples of muscle on his chest under his shirt.

“Oh cowboy, lets say you help me, I’ll make sure you get rewarded, I’ll even forgive the fact you haven’t paid me for the pleasure of my company and are depriving my very deserving little brother his rightful birthday present.”

She wound a leg around his, pushing herself into him a little more, the excitement of the idea of clearing the place of blood suckers and her, well, animal attraction to him not something she was embarrassed about one bit.

“I’m Whiskey, yes my parents named me that, yes they have a horrible sense of humor. So do I get a name or will cowboy suffice?”


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SO WHAT IF YOU CAN SEE, THE DARKEST SIDE OF ME?

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Her personality had changed when she found out he was a hunter. She was no longer so defensive and she had become a little more playful. Dean smiled, he liked the playful girl in front of him and not the one that would rip his head off if he did something wrong. “Well I guess I came to the right place then huh?”

[/color] Dean responded, he couldn’t imagine taking on a vampire nest (well, it really wasn’t a nest but it could have been) by himself. He did when he had been changed into a vampire but he was a vampire then, not a human. Being a vampire wasn’t a very fond memory for Dean, he’d rather not that think about that.

With the girl wrapped around him, Dean wrapped his arms around her to hold her in place. She wasn’t going anywhere at the moment. “Oh cowboy, let’s say you help me, I’ll make sure you get rewarded, I’ll even forgive the fact you haven’t paid me for the pleasure of my company and are depriving my very deserving little brother his rightful birthday present.”[/color][/i]

What was with her calling him cowboy? Well she didn’t know his name so that might be on reason. She was dressed up in chaps and all but he wasn’t. He was in jeans, a plaid shirt, tee-shirt, and his boots. A reward after this? Hell yeah, Dean would take her up on that. It was a stripper bar, he’d hoped to get laid during this and it looked like he would. “Sounds good to me cowgirl.”[/color] She wrapped a leg around one of his own as if to push herself into him more. What the hell, she was teasing him again.

Whiskey? What kind of name was that? She was named after an alcoholic drink. Now that was funny. He’d never heard anyone else named Whiskey but then again, there was a first time for everything. “Names Dean. Apparently to you, I’m cowboy.”[/color] Dean leaned forward and kissed her. “That’s for being a tease cowgirl.”[/color] He smiled, and leaned his head back looking down at her. “What’s your plan for this?"
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“My character talking”
“Your character talking”

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lyrics: animal i have become by three days grace
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[WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS]

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PART YOUR LIPS A BIT MORE, I'LL SWALLOW YOUR FEAR.
KISS AND CONTROL

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I WILL SHOW YOU HOW ALL THE BITE MARKS IMPRESS.
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She returned the kiss, softly nipping at his lip as she did, softly chuckling.

“Oh Dean, when it comes to that I don’t tease, you want to get laid, I want to get laid, we live though this without need of a hospitalization and I’ll happily wake up next to you in the morning.”

Saying that with a wink, totally unashamed of her sex drive she unwrapped herself from him, putting on a more serious face. Flirting and sex were fun but now it was time to get down to the business she was best at, killing vampires. She pulled out one of her pistols, opening up the chamber to show him the bullets inside.

“Modified bullets, tips hold dead man’s blood in them. Haven’t been tested in the field yet but theoretically if we shoot the damned things with em it’ll slow them down.”

Flipping the gun closed with a flick of her wrist she turned it in her hand, offering it to him with a smirk.

“I’ll be wanting the gun back. If the bullets work I’ll be happy to show you how to make more for yourself. I also have a pack upstairs with a couple of sawed off with regular rounds, a few machetes, my sword, and some needles of dead man’s blood. Family business is hunting the fang gang and tonight business is booming. I was going to wait till later in the night, let regular people filter out of the club more, let it get closer to daylight. They won’t want to push a fight to badly with the sun on the way out, gives us the advantage.”

Of course it didn’t occur to her that she had just given up said advantage. The vampires in the club were few in number but not in intelligence and had just heard everything she had to say from a hidden camera.

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VELVET BURNS WRISTS WHILE OBSTRAINING, YOU BLUSHED.
DANCE AND EXPLODE

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YOU BLUSHED AND SMILED, AND SAID YOU WOULD STAY.
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( CREDIT )[/color] NIKKI SYX ?! of caution2.0[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sub]