After Pam set me down (no I have no idea why we couldn't use a car like civilized people….maybe because one of us wasn't a people?)I huffed dusting down my Buffy hoodie (what? I had thought it deliciously ironic)

-So what does Pretty want?

-Do I look like his messenger? He'll tell you himself.

I nodded and went into the tacky club.

-You know you guys could pay a designer to make this place less…B grade horror movie set-ish…

I trailed off looking at the blubbering man at the a hand to my heart I said

-Is this a present?For me? How did you know I feast on the tears of the terrified….you could have picked someone prettier though-

-Alexandra as amusing as this is I have things to discuss with you.

-Pretty hey,discuss what?

-I heard about the little incident with that human Scum-

-Ah yes Renaldo ,no worries me and B-chan took care of it-

-And as delighted I am that you are so competent that brings me to the first thing I wanted to discuss with you,I want you to drink my blood.