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Chapter Two

We jumped from the roof of the building we were walking across before Daithi answered by pulling of his leather glove again, revealing a thick silver ring, he pressed a finger against the insignia and a tiny blade popped out of the bottom, when he released the insignia the blade popped back in.

"I make a small laceration somewhere on the neck or chest which could easily be mistaken for a paper cut of a razor cut and drink as much as I can without putting them in hospital, I knock them out before hand of course, tonight's man was so drunk he won't remember anything anyway" he explained, I decided not to pry too much into his life in fear of making him angry and defensive, I remember when Edward and I met a nomad in Scotland, Edward had only been a vampire for five years at the time and every time he saw something interesting in then nomads mind he would ask questions, in the end the nomad; Kevin had stormed off in a huff and refused to make contact with us again.

Daithi and I ended up just chatting about our respective careers and the typical things strangers talk about. At about five o'clock we bed each other goodbye and arranged to meet up again the next day.

We had been meeting up for four days and were discussing the latest 'scandals' when Daithi suddenly made a face as a cluster of people walked past us.

"Carlisle I must say goodbye I haven't fed since I met you four nights ago and unfortunately you interrupted my meal and I know a delicious prostitute a few blocks away"

I had forgotten all about feeding and blood, but as I thought about it I realised that I'd been ignoring the burning in my own throat and I felt bad for taking up so much of Daithi's time.

"No Daithi, forgive me, I had completely forgotten about feeding, I'll walk with you to your…meal" I couldn't bring myself to condemn Daithi's lifestyle; he wasn't killing anyone and was taking criminals of the street's which was always a plus.

We walked about two blocks before I realised into which infamous place we were heading towards, the next six or seven blocks was notorious for its male prostitutes, the hospital always received a hustler or two who had been beaten up by a client, not that they admitted that of course which is why it was infamous.

"D-Daithi, this neighbourhood is-"

Daithi had a sorrowful look on his face when he turned to me "Oh Carlisle surely you're not bigoted? I'm queer" he said shocking me slightly.

"I hadn't realised, no I'm not bigoted at all. Sorry I was just a bit shocked is all" I explained as we carried on walking.

"It's okay Carlisle, I'll tell you what why don't we just part ways now and meet up tomorrow at ten?" Obviously he meant ten o'clock at night considering it was almost impossible for us to go outside in the middle of summer.

We quickly agreed on a place before parting ways, I watched discreetly from a nearby rooftop as Daithi ignored most of the stationary men along the street and went straight towards one particular man who was leaning against a closed tobacconist's the man also had black hair which was cut shorter that Daithi's and he was even taller than me, I put him at about 6'3.

"Good evening John" greeted Daithi warmly giving the man a brief hug; I could never get over how soft Daithi's voice is compared to the amount of hidden strength he possessed.

"Angel face! It's been months, the usual?"

"Hmmm, yes I think so. You're well worth a sovereign. I made a new friend, a doctor he's good company" said Daithi as they slowly walked down the street together.

"A whole sovereign! I still can't believe you pay me so much, I usually black out at some point with you, I'm sure you don't get your money's worth" complained John.

"Oh stop complaining about your impending riches" teased Daithi pushing John into some dark shadows, but I could see them perfectly as Daithi got up on his tip toes and pulled John down as they shared a passionate kiss.

For one of the first times I couldn't quite place the emotion I was currently feeling, it wasn't until Daithi and John separated and walked down the street to a small building and entered that I realized what I was feeling…jealousy.

AN: I hope my use of the word 'queer' didn't offend anyone but remember that this is the 1920's and it was either that or 'Poofter'

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