Doing the Lords Work

It had been a matter of child’s play finding her haven. Well, that’s what happens when you play with a child, he mused. She was so impossibly self-absorbed it was a simple matter of following the ridiculous car down to the warehouse (BC, that is: “Before Cremation) and then observing a few nights to mark the comings and goings of her meals. She had never even attempted to cover her tracks or be discrete… Child’s play.

He stood on the corner of an alleyway and the street, covered in its shadows, but with perfect view of her entrance. It was a cold night, and he hunched his shoulders against it, hands dug deep into the pockets of his wool pea coat. He wasn’t cold, but wished to give the allusion of being human. An MS Filtro dangling from his mouth as he sucked in and exhaled off it without ever touching it.

It had been a productive night so far. She was quite busy in her Den of Iniquity, he laughed to himself. Already he’d been able to catch three exiting her warehouse and had words with them. Showed them the error of their ways. Urged them to find their way back to God and follow a more righteous path. And most importantly, dominated them to have nothing to do with this dangerous, egotistical, monster again. If she ran out of willing victims, perhaps she’d be persuaded to lead a more chaste life, to find Longinus and the Church and to let him help her follow a path less likely to endanger them all. She was, after all, a Masquerade breach just waiting to happen.

It was pushing 3:30 am. About time to start thinking about walking home. And then he saw one more exit her haven. This time, he saw her silhouette in the door frame, giving him a kiss goodbye as he exited. Must mean something to her. Brilliant.

He positioned himself farther into the darkness until the last moment, and when the boy was at the mouth of the alleyway, he pounced. Nicolo deftly grabbed and slammed him hard up against the brick wall in one fluid movement, so that the boys feet were no longer touching the ground, and a trickle of blood seeped through the back of his scalp.

“What the FUCK?!”

“Now, now, that’s no way to talk. Where you coming from at such a late hour, friend? Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

“Fuck you man! Let me go!” The boy started struggling. Nicolo sighed and changed his hold so all the boy’s body weight was supported on the his larynx and throat. He began to struggle to for air.

“Sorry. Can’t do that. Not until we have a little chat.” Nicolo smiled widely, exposing his razor sharp teeth. The boy’s eyes went wide in horror. He tried to say something but couldn’t.

“So, here’s the deal. That whore you were just visiting? You don’t need to be visiting her anymore. The shit she’s dealing you is cut with rat poison, and she’s got so many diseases, your dick’s probably already going to fall off anyway. I don’t even want to “think” about what’s going to happen if you went down on her in exchange to get high, friend.”

The boy tried to yell, but couldn’t. He tried to squirm to get free, but couldn’t. He was crying.

“Oh, don’t cry on me, pussy. I’m doing you a favor here. Don’t come down here any more. Don’t go in that warehouse any more. Stay away from Elle.” Nicolo reached into the kid’s mind and reinforced his commands as he stared into his eyes. Then, with no warning, he dove at the boy’s neck, biting savagely and drinking his fill. The boy’s eyes filled with terror and then begin to relax as he lost great quantities of blood.

Nicolo then casually licked the wound and let him drop to the ground. The boy crumpled a bit then got back up and started making off toward the street in a haphazard way. “By the way,” Nicolo called after him, “there’s a nice church a couple blocks from here. You can attend services all day long, and even do a couple Narcotics Anonymous meetings there. Turn to God – he’ll help you. I promise.”

Nicolo laughs. Lights another cigarette and starts off on his long walk home.