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.
