AN: Omg there was a freaking typo in my summary –bangs head against desk- waaay to gooo meeee! Anyway, the updating for this fic will be pretty spastic since I only update when I play the game (since my brain CANNOT seem to understand chronological order _)

Also, does anyone else think there should be a Vampire: The Masquerade Bloodlines category? There's Vampire, White Wolf and World of Darkness categories and just having a V:tMB one would make it a hellova lot easier! I have no idea which of the three to put my fic in!

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Malk: Those are my favorite as well! :D I really wanna squeeze in the 'daddy was too busy to ell me there's no such things as a professional gymnast line in there somewhere XD

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Thanks to these two (and WotanAnubis on AFF), they're my only reviewers XD

The dark-skinned man took one look at me and grinned. "Yeah…that is what I love about this business. Fine women come to my house for my shit. I don't even gotta call 'em on the phone or nothin'. Say there, pretty lady, what can I hook you up with tonight?"

"What's in your little green bag?" I asked. I'm playin' it cucumber cooool. Wouldn't want to tip him off to me being here to kick his ass, take his stuff and run away.

He buffed his nails on his fancy white jacket. "My staff maintains at all times a twenty-four caret smorgasbord of A plus narcotics guaranteed to make the competition's shit look like a weak cappuccino in comparison. White, green, blue, red, black – you pick a colour."

"I need explosives." I cocked a hip and an eyebrow.

"Explosives? Fun stuff," he chuckled darkly. "You can get yourself a lotta attention that way. I may have somethin', why would you need to get your hands on some fireworks?"

"I want to set the night on fire," I gave a wild grin.

"Sure, okay. I got some stuff that'll do the trick. Astrolite," his eyes lit up. "It's like TNT's bugger, meaner cousin with a prison record. I don't like keepin' the stuff around – too dangerous – so I'll let you have it for less that the going rate."

I gave a sly smile and ran a finger up his arm. "Money is so boring, sweetheart," I ran my tongue across my lower lip. "I'm sure we can figure something else out…"

"Mmm-hmm," he grinned. "I'd be open to negotiations. Question is: how open are you?"

I glanced over at the teen in the corner, who was trying his best to look uninterested. "Want to send your buddy out of the room and find out?"

"Yo," he nodded to the door. "Go check the odometer on my car." The teen nodded and left. "Now," the dealer turned back to me with a smirk. "I'll give you what you want… But I got what you need."

"Let me show you a new trick I picked up…" I dragged him closer to me and pulled him down in order to sink my fangs into his neck, but all he felt was a light nibble. His blood was a cocktail! Dozens of different narcotics blended with his sweet life juice… Absolutely delicious! Before I knew it was sucking on a dry, dead artery. Oh well, no big loss to the world.

I dropped the dead man to the floor, grabbed the astrolite from the table and strode out the now unlocked door to the lounge. From there I went back out the front door, waving to Brian as I went by.

Jumping from the top stair, I landing neatly on the sand below (almost landing on a guy in a bunny shirt).

Off to see Mercury!

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Mercurio was still sleeping face down on his couch when I entered his apartment.

"Wake up, sleepy dead," I said, kicking the corner of the couch. He grunted at sat up. "I got the boom-boom," I grinned and held up the astrolite.

"Yeah?" He grinned. "Didja waste those sons of bitches?"

"Only those that fell in my shadow," I smirked.

"Good, great – hope it was painful. Didja get my money back?"

"Your gold?" I dug around in my pocket and pulled out the envelope. "Yes! Here is your gold, Mercury."

"Oh, you're a lifesaver," he gratefully took the envelope from me. "I might have to buy some new kidneys with this."

I perched myself on the arm of his couch. "Where do my feet lead me next?"

"You need yo make a place disappear, a warehouse. Looks to be a Sabbat interest."

I frowned, confused. "I can't fit Sabbat into my cerebrum."

He raised an eyebrow. "You haven't been doin' this too long, have you? The Sabbat, as I understand it, are your typical, power hungry movie monsters. They specialize in causing grief. I've tangled with their like – let me tell you, I didn't enjoy it."

I nodded. "Tell me of the house of wares."

"I heard a lot bout that operation. I'd love to get in there, get my hands on the equipment they've been unloading." He gave a huge grin, then deflated. "But it'd be suicide to walk in there…. Got a small army of trigger-happy types, and they're all packin'." He gave a sigh. "I don't know… maybe… uh…"

"Yes, fleet-footed one?"

"Well there's this guy. I've never met him but I've heard a lot about him. His name is Tung, Bertram Tung. He's one of you types." Me types? Crazy? Ooh, he meant nocturnally inclined. "If there's anyone who knows more than me about this city, it's him. Unfortunately, Tung's hiding out at the moment."

"Tung… I hear this within my head…" I mused.

"Tung's laying low cuz of Therese, Therese Voreman, you know her?" Mercury went on. "Anyway, word is Therese and Tung are feuding – I don't know the details. My take's that Tung thinks he's about to get whacked, so he's gone underground till Therese calls it off. If you wanna put that warehouse into orbit ay time soon, you're gonna have to get Therese to call off the feud."

"Where is the dark daughter of Janus?" I asked.

"She and her sister, Jeanette, they run the Asylum," he answered. I'd seen some posters advertising the night club around town. Looked like fun! "Some freaky customers frequent that place, "Mercurio went on. "I try not to do business there."

"What can you tell about the dark daughter of Janus?"

"She's THE woman around here," Mercurio answered with a hint of respect in his voice. "Power player. Nice looking broad for a dead chick, but, uh, personality like stone."

Okay, so the dark daughter was a hot bitch. "What of the white daughter?"

"Therese… Therese I don't like, but I can respect her. Jeanette's different," he winced. "I don't know what to make of her. She's a little, you know, in the head," he twirled a finger around his ear. "I dunno, Therese is, well, like you, and I would think so's Jeanette, but I hear rumours about her…"

I tilted my head. "What whispers?"

Mercurio scratched the back of his head. "Call me old fashioned, but, uh, I just can't talk about that kinda thing in front of a lady."

I glared at him. "Refuse me again and I'll make you my eunuch."

"Alright… Jeanette's gotta body built for bedrooms. And I got close acquaintances say they conquered that territory. But I asked the main man and he said you types, you know, can't or don't, err, do that kinda thing." Mercury looked a little uncomfortable, then shrugged. "Anyway, whatever she is, I head Jeanette's a wild girl."

Soon after that, I left Mercury to guzzle his master's blood and heal up. It was disappointing to learn I was apparently no longer able to indulge in carnal pleasures, but at least I had the information I needed to continue with the quest the boss had given me.

The Asylum, my next stop. Sounds like a perfect place for someone like me.

AN: I went over it best I could, but you guys can always feel free to tell about any mistakes you see XD Sorry it's a bit short, but the next chapter's already written and just needs to be typed, and it's pretty long!