Past midnight I finally went to clean up the mess Mercurio had made. In order to head to the house the gangers were hanging out in I had to go to the Santa Monica beach, it wasn´t far. As soon as I entered I was greeted by a band of freaks that call themselves „Thin Bloods". These Vampire rejects are some sort of super weak breed that gets bullied by the older, tougher kind. I can´t say I pity the much, though. Maybe thats the animal in me speaking...the predator.
One I even fooled into buying „Unicorn-Blood" from me. He honestly thinks it can cure him somehow. Naive fool. Gave him a bag from the blood bank. How the fuck is he supposed to know the difference?
The less thoughts spend on these rejects the better.
The house stood on a cliff near the beach. I went upstairs and tried to negotiate, aided with my vampiric power of dominate. It went smoothly first but then...I fucked it up like an Idiot! Name dropped Mercurio...got attacked and had to murder every friggin man on the property. Well Mercurio was pleased, he got his revenge. But I forgot the money they stole from him. Maybe it is still stashed somewhere in the house. But by now the police must be there. Fuck!