The first few morning rays began creeping through the window of an old, rundown cottage just outside Miami, Florida. The beams slithered across the floor and found a resting place in Marvin's face. The old man lay curled around a large rifle under the kitchen table. The cabin was barely furnished. Marcus was sprawled out on the couch, a thin flannel blanket draped over him.
Marvin stirred first. He jerked up, cracking his head sharply against the table with a yelp and causing Marcus to shoot up and promptly tumble off the couch onto the floor. Marvin slowly crawled out and stood, rubbing his throbbing head while Marcus bolted upright, a Desert Eagle .50 raised towards the kitchen. The big metallic gun lowered as Marvin shuffled in.
"What the hell was that?" Marcus' mumble was nearly inaudible.
"Nothing." Marvin said dryly, moving past Marcus and towards the front door. He pushed open the door and stepped out into the chilly morning. He exhaled a bit, watching the fog of his breath roll out into the cold January air. With a huff he walked down the shaky steps leading to the house and harshly kicked the bumper of the Jeep which sat close by. The vehicle rocked lightly and the shrill alarm went off, echoing through the trees. Dexter had been asleep, laying across the back seat of the SUV, two nickel plated .45 handguns on the floor. At the sound of the alarm he rolled off the seat, scooping up both of the weapons and aimed them towards the window.
"C'mon!" Marvin shouted over the alarm, "We've got shit to do." Dexter blinked a couple times and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before pulling himself up and unlocking the Jeep's door. He pressed a small button on his key chain and the alarm fell silent.
"What fuckin' time is it?" Dexter yawned, tucking the gun into his shoulder holster while reaching into the truck to get his coat.
"Early enough." Marvin muttered, already going up the steps.
"You remember what time we got back in town last night?" Dexter followed, pulling on his coat.
"Yes."
"You realize it's only been about three house since that time?" Dexter stopped long enough for Marvin to open the door and enter.
"Yes."
"Alright, you know I need my sleep. This wakin' up at the crack of dawn shit don't work for me." Dexter shut the door behind him as Marvin slowly turned to him.
"You know, Dexter, we just took down one of the most powerful vampires in the East Coast. The thing's got friends, friends that're gonna be damn pissed someone fragged him and they're going to come looking for whoever did it." His voice rose to a shout, "So it occurs to me that you not getting your beauty sleep is the least of my fucking problems" Marvin turned away and walked towards the kitchen, leaving Dexter alone.
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She had done it again. Missed her alarm and now she was late for work. Tiye rushed through her apartment hurriedly trying to apply her makeup while slipping into her shoes. Her long, dark red hair was tied back in a neat, business-like tail and she wore a blue skirt-suit that (she hoped) showed off her figure and seemed to say imply her youth, without downplaying her professionalism.
She sighed as she leaned forward closer to the mirror in the bathroom to get a better look at the light red lipstick she had put on. She pursed her lips a bit and shrugged, "Eh, what the hell." She said aloud before her eyes caught something in the reflection. She slowly turned toward the doorway, which faced her bedroom.
"Please tell me you did that." She spoke aloud to Calista, her large white cat who lay on the bed. Tiye crossed the room to the open window, "I would have sworn I closed this." She murmured, pulling it down and locking it. She hesitated for a moment before realizing she was still late for work. She shooed Calista off the bed and grabbed her purse on her way out the door.
