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I looked around the now bare apartment and remembered all the good times I’ve had in here. A smile spread from ear to ear grin, I had some amazing nights in this apartment. I also had some pretty fucked up shit happen in here though; like the time that a group of demons came storming in and beat me within an inch of my life. I have since gotten smarter and got myself protection charms and the works. Fuck that shit. Nobody attacks me at home.
I can't stop smiling for some reason, it has nothing do with the brunette that I hooked up with the other night...of course not. But there's just something about her...the worst part... I don't even know her name. I guess this is what my own medicine taste's like. It's bittersweet.
So I had just finished another job for some guy who needed me to take out some of his trash. My cell was ringing again, it was him. Again! Damn, doesn’t he ever give me a break? But I could use some more cash, so it’s not all bad.
“What’s up?” I said as I flipped my phone open.
“Brandon, I have another assignment for you.” The voice said. There’s a shocker.
“I need you to go to Louisiana and take care of some trash.” The voice said.
“Are you shitting me? That’s way the hell down South. It’ll take at least two days to fucking drive there.” I shouted into the phone. I was going to be moving to somewhere quieter, somewhere not New York City.
“There is a 3 grand bonus for your hard work Brandon.”
“Well, in that case…give me some time and I’ll have it taken care of.” I said, trying to figure out the fastest way to get to Louisiana so I could finish and come back and find a nice place to live; outside the city. “So what exactly am I doing?” I asked.
“There’s some vampires that owe me some money, and I want their friends to know that they can’t mess with me and not pay me back.”
Why he wants me to go drive down there to take care of some vampires beats me, he knows a million of other creatures that could do the same damn job.
“I want them to suffer…a lot. And make sure one gets away alive so he can tell his friends of the horror’s.”
How the hell do you torture a vampire? Not like he’s not already dead. “Ok…I’ll see what I can do, Boss.” I said sarcastically.
I grabbed my stuff and locked my apartment and walked down to the parking garage and threw my stuff into the Camaro. Louisiana here I come.
I can't stop smiling for some reason, it has nothing do with the brunette that I hooked up with the other night...of course not. But there's just something about her...the worst part... I don't even know her name. I guess this is what my own medicine taste's like. It's bittersweet.
So I had just finished another job for some guy who needed me to take out some of his trash. My cell was ringing again, it was him. Again! Damn, doesn’t he ever give me a break? But I could use some more cash, so it’s not all bad.
“What’s up?” I said as I flipped my phone open.
“Brandon, I have another assignment for you.” The voice said. There’s a shocker.
“I need you to go to Louisiana and take care of some trash.” The voice said.
“Are you shitting me? That’s way the hell down South. It’ll take at least two days to fucking drive there.” I shouted into the phone. I was going to be moving to somewhere quieter, somewhere not New York City.
“There is a 3 grand bonus for your hard work Brandon.”
“Well, in that case…give me some time and I’ll have it taken care of.” I said, trying to figure out the fastest way to get to Louisiana so I could finish and come back and find a nice place to live; outside the city. “So what exactly am I doing?” I asked.
“There’s some vampires that owe me some money, and I want their friends to know that they can’t mess with me and not pay me back.”
Why he wants me to go drive down there to take care of some vampires beats me, he knows a million of other creatures that could do the same damn job.
“I want them to suffer…a lot. And make sure one gets away alive so he can tell his friends of the horror’s.”
How the hell do you torture a vampire? Not like he’s not already dead. “Ok…I’ll see what I can do, Boss.” I said sarcastically.
I grabbed my stuff and locked my apartment and walked down to the parking garage and threw my stuff into the Camaro. Louisiana here I come.