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Danger Lurks Behind the Teeth

The Cemetery was dark and creepy as usual. These Bloodsuckers love playing up to the usual stereotypes, with blood-stained everything – tables, walls, floors, chairs, everything.

We found Thesos sitting at the bar, sipping blood wine.

“How ya doing, Thesy?” Bobby slipped onto the stool on Thesos’s right while I took the one on his left.

“I see your brother has yet to learn how to curb his tongue, Danielle.”

“None can tame him, Thesos. He is his own man.” I said, glaring at my brother.

“Boy, more like.” Thesos put down his cup and turned to face me. My brother rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue. “Did you get it?”

“Would we be here if we didn’t?” I swung my pack to the side and picked the cloth-wrapped parcel out. “Do you have our payment?”

“Do you think so ill of me to question my honor?”

“Easy there, Thesy,” My brother stood up from his seat, “No insult intended.”

Thesos chuckled, his fangs bared, and retrieved a small pouch from his jacket. He tossed the pouch over his shoulder toward Bobby.

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