Brian followed the vampire’s eyes to the couple near the door. He recognized them. The guy was a lowlife and the girl was usually too strung out to put together a sentence; naturally they were a couple. Drugged prostitution aside, neither one of them needed to have their throats ripped out in an alley. He didn’t know what was in it for the vampire. Maybe he had a thing for skinny girls with track marks. Maybe he was into vigilante justice. One way or the other, it wasn’t good.
He tried again. “This isn’t your turf,” he said. “Leave it alone.”
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on 2013-09-14 11:58 pm (UTC)He tried again. “This isn’t your turf,” he said. “Leave it alone.”