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Patrice was just getting into bed when she noticed something on her nightstand. Looking closer, it revealed itself to be a rectangular piece of paper, facedown. She stared at it for a moment before remembering the previous night. It was the object she'd picked up from the floor. She had completely forgotten about it until now. She picked it up and turned it over. A business card.   BlueAirZack Alphonse. Sales manager.   That'd been the man from the after party of the concert. The – vampire. She was certain of it. She was certain it had not been a dream. The man had been drinking blood from her, there, backstage, when she'd been too stoned to really realize what had been going on. It hadn't just been a devil's kiss, it had been... She felt her neck, the wound was not there anymore, it must have healed quickly. But the memory was still intact.   There was a phone number and an email address below Zack's name, and for a moment Patrice could do nothing but stare at the little square of

Across town, in a much more private hospital wing, a short effete man in a ludicrously expensive looking silk suit jacket and pants approached the nurse's desk. She looked up and was about to address him when she noticed the small mountain of a man walking behind him. He towered over everyone in the building and his chest was so massive that it seemed to swallow the smaller man in its shadow. She suddenly became very afraid to speak. "H-ho-how can I help you today, Mr. Clampett??" she stammered. Mr. Clampett smiled. There was something deeply satisfying about walking into a room and leaving everyone too terrified to speak. Keeping Lutz around was a good business strategy. Leaning forward, he piled on what he probably considered to be "charm." "Pardon the intrusion, darling, but I need to speak with one of my employees. He's been a patient here for the past week. Can you direct me to a Mr. Garrett Olsen?" The poor nurse swallowed and then quickly typed out the name in her records

Chapter Six: I’ll Be Losing You… Before Long With their emotions blazing out of control, Shadow and Rouge had moved to the bedroom of the apartment, where they had bonded in a way Shadow had never thought he’d experience with someone else. The two long-time allies had made love, and the sheer intimacy had left them both breathless. ‘I… can’t believe we just did that…’ they both thought as they laid there together, taking in the overwhelming bliss of the experience. As he leaned back into his pillow, Shadow again admired Rouge's beauty. She was absolutely mesmerizing. For some reason, as close as they were, Shadow wanted to be... closer. Was this woman making him go soft? He mentally sighed and put that thought on the backburner for now. Shadow gently wrapped an arm around Rouge's back, cradling her wings as he pulled her close enough to rest against each other. Immediately Shadow felt better; as much as he usually abhorred physical contact, Rouge was now the exception. Butterflies