The scene of Priest exploding in the rays of sunlight replayed in Ulyena's mind. Every time, her stomach lurched and she knew that she'd gotten into something that she'd never forget.

Vampires, reapers and fang filled night clubs. Only a select few knew about those things and a rare amount of them were humans. She touched the marks on her neck as she walked briskly past dark alleyways. She didn't feel like attending an autopsy of a reaper that had been caught, so she snuck out and figured she'd stop by Rush to see how Friday night was without her.

The Prague nights were starting to get chilly, so she didn't wear anything special. Just jeans, a tight tee shirt, her leather jacket and her regular heels. The amber light of the smog mixed with streetlights flooded the streets. Shadows cast in almost every direction, making Ulyena whip her head towards anything that moved.

She wasn't the only one that was out in the night. Dealers and prostitutes waited on corners for their clients. Homeless bums sat on the sidewalk, waiting for hope and money that would never come. She recognized some people from The House of Pain as she walked. There was even a stray dog or two, but she also witnessed something she never expected to see.

There were many clubs in Prague: strip clubs, sex clubs, dominatrix clubs, vampire clubs and more gay clubs than you could count. The gay clubs were usually flooded around that time of night, but none of them compared to Duha Valley, the gayest of all clubs in the city of Prague. Duha Valley was known for the fruitiest drinks, the butchiest women and the most feminine men. Even Ulyena had been there a few times, because she knew some women at Rush who preferred the same gender, and it didn't bother her a bit. The only think that bothered her was the couple making out by the entrance.

The vampire that approached her that night at the bar was tongue fucking his male partner and rubbing and squeezing his crotch. It wasn't what they were doing that disturbed her; it was that he seemed to like it a little too much, like he would never touch a woman that way. It was then that everything started to make sense. The looks that Chupa gave her, the way that he was almost too quick to step up and claim her as his; it was a wonder how she didn't figure it out sooner.

She walked right up to the couple, her heels clicking furiously on the sidewalk. "He bribed you to do it, didn't he?"

The vampire abruptly pulled away from his partner. "Well, hey dancer."

"You didn't answer my question. Did he pay you to do what you did?"

He nodded his head as if he didn't care that he was caught. "Yeah. Five blood shots and said I could watch. Told him you'd figure it out, but the bastard wouldn't listen to me."

Ulyena rolled her eyes. "You act like Chupa ever listens."

"Chupa's his name?" Ulyena nodded. "You think he's switch teams for a night? I wouldn't mind him getting rough with me." He winked.

"I'll ask him." She smiled and began walking back to the warehouse. Then, she added in a mumble. "After I beat him with a crowbar."

When she got back, she saw that Chupa, Reinhardt and Assad were trying to talk to Blade about not hunting in the sunlight.

"You better get you some sunscreen, buttercup." Whistler said to them.

"Listen, shit kicker, you're about one cunt hair away from hillbilly heaven." Chupa held up a finger to indicate his statement. Sadly, Blade didn't keep any crowbars around where she could find them, so she grabbed the largest and nearest wrench, shook off her coat and charged towards Chupa. She swung… Hard and landed a blow right across his jaw. His head whipped to the side, but he didn't fall. A few small drops of blood spewed onto his fingers when he spit into his hand.

"Chto, chert vozʹmi, ty pizda shlyukha?"

"Vy podkupili kogo-to prosto, chtoby vy mogli yebatʹ menya?" She went to swing again, but Chupa grabbed her wrist and another pair of hands pulled her out of his grasp from around her waist. "Vy bolʹnoĭ ublyudok!"

"You seemed like you enjoyed it enough." He said with a wicked grin in English.

"Oh, fuck you." She said. "The entire time you fucked me, I imagined that it was Scud. That's why I enjoyed it so much, asshole." She pressed on as the hands fell from around her waist. "And when I came, I wanted to scream his name so loud, all the people in that club would've heard me. Why do you think I kept my eyes closed the whole time, douchebag?"

Chupa was speechless as he stood there in shock, as was everyone else in the room. She turned to walk away and saw Scud, standing there opened mouthed and eyes wide. Ulyena's face went a dark shade of red as she rushed past him and ran outside, where it was pouring down rain. It soaked her as soon as she stepped under the cascading drops, and she didn't care.

Ulyena felt amazing. She had just admitted what was on her mind for about a week. She like Scud… A lot, and now he knew, and so did everyone else. She had no problem with it, whatsoever. She heard footsteps running up behind her, and she thought it was Whistler or someone coming out to see if she was alright. She turned around. "I'm fine, I just-"

Lips pressed against hers and she about toppled backwards at the force. Hands fisted her hair and she wrapped her arms around their neck. They pulled apart, and she opened her eyes to reveal Scud standing in front of her. "Sorry, I just…"

"You better not apologize for that, Scud." She grinned, and then kissed him again. Her tongue darted into his mouth and started tangling with his. His hand was on the back of her head, pressing her against him, and the other landed on the small of her back. They broke apart, breathless.

His eyes stared into hers as the rain dropped on them from above. "Help me search through some shit." He finally said. "They leave in about five hours, and I need to get them ready."

"Are we going?"

"Nope." He said with a smile. "We'll be here all alone.

"Good." She said. "I'll make it worth your while."

Russian Translations:

Chto, chert voz'mi, ty pizda shlyukha?- What the fuck, you cunt whore?

Vy podkupili kogo-to prosto, chtoby vy mogli yebat' menya?- You bribed someone just so you could fuck me?

Vy bolʹnoĭ ublyudok!- You sick bastard!