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Morgan was part of the undead community—vampires believing he was one of them—but like all communities, there were class levels. He dealt mostly with the upper echelon and middle-class, not so much with the underground, those lower-than-werewolf-shit vampires. Thomas kept those crazed and animal-like creatures of the night as associates at arm’s length. Morgan knew a piece of shit like Thomas could only be trusted for so long before things turned ugly, which was exactly what had happened.
After checking around, Morgan was informed by more than one lowlife vamp he had threatened to kill that Thomas was the one responsible for the hunters cornering him.
The Morses had captured Thomas and, knowing he was going to die, he gave them information on Morgan, a vampire high on the Morses’ list, in exchange for letting him go.
Morgan checked all the local homeless shelters. He didn’t find Thomas, but eventually came upon his sought after target in the area of Warya’s Park, a short distance from the Poughkeepsie Bridge. Morgan noticed other bloodsuckers in the area, but none were grouped too closely together; all preoccupied with cattle of their own and not wanting to share.
Thomas was chatting with a young redhead no more than sixteen years old. She looked ragged and had trackmarks on her arms—definitely a runaway involved with drugs and most likely prostitution.
Morgan knew Thomas’s game: comfort the individual, offer whatever he or she wanted, whether money, food, drugs, or a place to stay, then get the human alone and spend hours listening to their pleas while he sucked them dry.
Morgan approached Thomas. The fiend took notice.
“Well, well,” Thomas said.
The girl turned around to look at Morgan. Her eyes were glassy and red.
“Never thought I’d see you down here with us lowlifes,” the vampire chuckled.
“I bet,” Morgan said, his tone even. He took a long hard look at the girl. “Get lost, and I mean leave the area.”
The girl hesitated, lost in Morgan’s stare.
“Baby,” she said, speaking to Thomas, “who’s your friend?”
“I said now,” Morgan reiterated.
“Get out of here, sweetie,” Thomas said. “I’ll catch up with you later.” The vampire watched her run off, then looked at Morgan. “What’s with the hostility, man?”
“What were you saying?”
Thomas smirked. “I’m surprised to see you is all. Especially in these parts.”
Morgan took a step closer. “I’ve never had a reason to come here, but I need your help with something.”
Thomas feigned surprise and asked what it was that Morgan, the great and powerful vampire, needed his help with.
Morgan glanced around suspiciously. “We need to talk privately. The matter is delicate in nature.”
The two walked behind a copse of evergreens for cover. Morgan was certain he could rip the vamp’s head off before Thomas managed to scream.
“What’s this matter?” Thomas asked.
Morgan stepped to within an inch of Thomas’s chest. Smiling, teeth clenched, he grabbed the vampire by the throat and wrapped his fingers tightly to prevent Thomas from screaming out. Ready to remove Thomas’s head, Morgan was grabbed from behind.
A burly member of the undead pinned Morgan in a bear hug. Next to him stood another vamp, just as large. He saw Thomas smiling, a look of satisfaction on the vampire’s face. “Now, now. Were you just about to end my undead ass?”
Morgan glowered at Thomas.
“You should know how I operate. I’m never alone. Working in a pack these days, like the wolves. Have to be careful with the new rules implemented on us by The Nation.”
“You’re a child murderer and bringing unwanted attention to us,” Morgan said, deciding to play along and acting as if The Nation, a vampire group set in place to keep their existence secret, had ordered him to kill Thomas.
“So, the Vampire Nation sent you to kill me?”
“That’s right. Boys ,” Morgan said, referring to the two
Morgan was part of the undead community—vampires believing he was one of them—but like all communities, there were class levels. He dealt mostly with the upper echelon and middle-class, not so much with the underground, those lower-than-werewolf-shit vampires. Thomas kept those crazed and animal-like creatures of the night as associates at arm’s length. Morgan knew a piece of shit like Thomas could only be trusted for so long before things turned ugly, which was exactly what had happened.
After checking around, Morgan was informed by more than one lowlife vamp he had threatened to kill that Thomas was the one responsible for the hunters cornering him.
The Morses had captured Thomas and, knowing he was going to die, he gave them information on Morgan, a vampire high on the Morses’ list, in exchange for letting him go.
Morgan checked all the local homeless shelters. He didn’t find Thomas, but eventually came upon his sought after target in the area of Warya’s Park, a short distance from the Poughkeepsie Bridge. Morgan noticed other bloodsuckers in the area, but none were grouped too closely together; all preoccupied with cattle of their own and not wanting to share.
Thomas was chatting with a young redhead no more than sixteen years old. She looked ragged and had trackmarks on her arms—definitely a runaway involved with drugs and most likely prostitution.
Morgan knew Thomas’s game: comfort the individual, offer whatever he or she wanted, whether money, food, drugs, or a place to stay, then get the human alone and spend hours listening to their pleas while he sucked them dry.
Morgan approached Thomas. The fiend took notice.
“Well, well,” Thomas said.
The girl turned around to look at Morgan. Her eyes were glassy and red.
“Never thought I’d see you down here with us lowlifes,” the vampire chuckled.
“I bet,” Morgan said, his tone even. He took a long hard look at the girl. “Get lost, and I mean leave the area.”
The girl hesitated, lost in Morgan’s stare.
“Baby,” she said, speaking to Thomas, “who’s your friend?”
“I said now,” Morgan reiterated.
“Get out of here, sweetie,” Thomas said. “I’ll catch up with you later.” The vampire watched her run off, then looked at Morgan. “What’s with the hostility, man?”
“What were you saying?”
Thomas smirked. “I’m surprised to see you is all. Especially in these parts.”
Morgan took a step closer. “I’ve never had a reason to come here, but I need your help with something.”
Thomas feigned surprise and asked what it was that Morgan, the great and powerful vampire, needed his help with.
Morgan glanced around suspiciously. “We need to talk privately. The matter is delicate in nature.”
The two walked behind a copse of evergreens for cover. Morgan was certain he could rip the vamp’s head off before Thomas managed to scream.
“What’s this matter?” Thomas asked.
Morgan stepped to within an inch of Thomas’s chest. Smiling, teeth clenched, he grabbed the vampire by the throat and wrapped his fingers tightly to prevent Thomas from screaming out. Ready to remove Thomas’s head, Morgan was grabbed from behind.
A burly member of the undead pinned Morgan in a bear hug. Next to him stood another vamp, just as large. He saw Thomas smiling, a look of satisfaction on the vampire’s face. “Now, now. Were you just about to end my undead ass?”
Morgan glowered at Thomas.
“You should know how I operate. I’m never alone. Working in a pack these days, like the wolves. Have to be careful with the new rules implemented on us by The Nation.”
“You’re a child murderer and bringing unwanted attention to us,” Morgan said, deciding to play along and acting as if The Nation, a vampire group set in place to keep their existence secret, had ordered him to kill Thomas.
“So, the Vampire Nation sent you to kill me?”
“That’s right. Boys ,” Morgan said, referring to the two
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