Chapter 3

"What will it be?" the bartender asked.

"Anything" I replied indifferently.

"That bad huh?"

"You have no idea."

He stared at me for a moment, analyzing my face, searching for something in my expression that would give him a hint, but I was frozen. He got the hint and poured something that looked like tar into my glass.

"This one's on me"

I tipped my head back gulping the strange liquid as if trying to drown myself.

"Hey, slow down!" shouted the bartender amazed at how close I was to emptying my glass.

The liquor burned in my through but it brought me no comfort. Behind me the door opened a torrent of sounds from the street flooded in from the outside and were silenced in an instant as the door slammed shut again. The bar hushed and I could hear the newcomer's steps growing louder as they came closer to me. The outsider pulled out the barstool next to mine.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked in a low gruff voice.

I tensed. That voice was all too familiar.

"Vicious!"

"The poison remains long after the bite, Faye Valentine, and sometimes even after the serpent is dead"