Jack's redemption

t do it justice. It was a king looking down at his servant's servant. A god looking down

business, but these gods were all looking at him, and even a child would have notic

o callously. I am sure Mister Mire did what had to be done to sa

nted him to

with red hair," he said with a lowered head. His voice wavered, and he coul

ind his back, fingers netted, and his face was hardened into a small grimace. "A dangerous accusation. We

, Alder

, and the little boy averted his eyes with a snap. If he could avoid eye contact for the night, maybe he'd come out i

im out of the room, before closing the doors behind them. They st

well," Ju

uirmed as they waited for the elevator. Some idiot must have called

e elevator back to the lobby and just head back to my place. D

you going to b

rink as much blood as you want. I really shouldn't just be abandoning you on your first ni

hould be worried abou

ce quickly and stay inside my apart

g was alrea

ing in the old district, but the flames it gave off were starting to rise. He couldn't go rooting through

been abandoned. Probably condemned. The neighborhood was in the factory district, old and filled with typical l

hind it, the parking lot was empty save for some broken cars and shopping carts, and the backs of other buildings that sur

name with sensitive data. Data his master wanted. But now the building was o

ill mostly intact. He stepped up to the door and took a long sniff of the air, but only managed to get smoke. There was movement a

bec

innate to the she-demon to move with such swiftness. She dug t

ed hair and blue eyes, she had the look of a lounge singer, and even her tr

the building? I must ad

fire. That meant she hadn't done i

bbed my

itch gave a shrug, followed with a devil smile. Flames burned behind her, easing up and devou

leshy mess and leaving her for the flames. There was no escape, as his body was broad enough to cover the small doorway, and Rebecca

data too the

cour

know wha

yo

and gave him a wicked g

eans, share wi

N

t, hard, hard enough to break bones and send him stumbling back. She was such a tiny thing, but she was a Daeva, and that meant she was fast an

s, but was on her feet in just a second. To his satisfaction, he could see how his punch ha

f my way,

d stared down

coming up soon. We

ove to make sure you

eath upon him. She lunged at him, but this time she brough

s stomach was painful, but his vampire body would not let his blood escape through the wo

be able to do much if her neck and spine were a crushed mess. Her eyes bulged in panic, and she sliced at hi

s jaw to come out the other side of his face. He was no Daeva wimp, he was a Ventrue, and no Ventrue would stop simply from a knife through the face. He continued c

enough that he heard bone snap. The heat was rising, fire danced up the old furniture and dirtied carpet, and sm

l crashed into the floor with wide eyes. Her hands reached out in obvious panic, and Julias glared down at her with enough rage that he could fe

was too late. The crushing force of a hammer to his skull

ing h

under a flurry of blows from the hammer - a mallet, it looked li

dea blood cou

s up. A quick glance over the edge, complete with some vertigo and mild dizziness, confirmed his suspicion. Jul

y, it was just as cold. The sweet, sweet taste of it was on his tongue, and the tingling bliss it filled him with rippled out into his limbs fro

ind him made h

the building, or who this person was. They were dead though, and their eyes weren't closed.

. There was no subtle movement to her lips or eyes. No blinking. It was like some uncanny valley. With a shaking hand, he reached out to touch her face. Cold. A mess of red was around h

a wedd

corpse in front of him. Her blood was on his lips. When he buried his face

ch his guts out. His body fought against the urge; it demanded blood. The thing inside him, that hidden thing clawing at his

treet, and he'd been hungry. Overwhelmingly hungry. He was supposed to get back to Julias's and have some of his

g down, bit by bit. Not just a corpse, not just a blood bag. This woman was married. She