He stood outside the night-club. Night had fallen on the city of New York, yet the city was still alive and buzzing with people. Lines of girls dressed up in colorful elaborate dresses and men dressed in less elaborate ones. The club throbbed and thronged with people.

A shabby looking fat bouncer with a wispy mustache held a clipboard and stood in front checking names on it.

“Gerald. You motherfucker are you happy to see me?” Jules shouted at the top of his lungs. All of the people in line for the club stared at Jules. The bouncer turned and looked over at Jules.

“Oh fucker. What the hell are you doing here?” Gerald said. His face scrunched up, his mouth turned right into his fat bulbous nose.

“Jason handle this.” Gerald said handing his clipboard to someone inside. From within the club a huge almost seven foot tall blond man emerged, stooping beneath the doorway. He took the clipboard handed to him and started going through the list of people.

Gerald walked towards Jules.

“What do you want.” Gerald said in front of Jules, spit and gristle flying from out of his mouth and onto Jules’s nose.

“I wanna speak to her, is she working?” Gerald laughed and more spittle came and flew onto Jules’s face.

“Oh she’s working. What do you need her for?” Gerald said, putting extra emphasis on working. Jules nodded and smiled showing his yellow teeth.

“I have a very exciting business preposition,” He said looking at Gerald, his hands in his pockets rummaging for something. From deep within he pulled out the can of peach Chew.

“It’s only half the stuff but it’s still good.” Gerald’s eyes locked onto the can of Chew and didn’t let go. Gerald scratched his head.

“Fine. She’s in the back like always and Jules… Next time you bring a Hero in here I’ll blow your fucking brains out.” Gerald said, snatching the can of chew right out of his hands. Jules watched it go with mournful eyes.

Card Gained: Bouncer

“Jason let him in.” Gerald shouted back at the tall bouncer. Jason nodded and Jules walked into the night-club.

The first thing that he noticed was the pulsing vibrating music. It was the worst kind of techno-music, music that was designed only to make you dance and not to make you understand any of it.

Purple and green lights were strewn about almost randomly all over the place and a huge dancing throng of people crowded in the middle of the room. Jules walked along the edge of the room until he got to a small backdoor with no sign on it.

None of the other people in the club seemed to notice the door. No guards stood in front of the door and it was rather unassuming. Jules shook on the door handle. Locked. Jules sighed and took out a small switch-blade from his pocket and with precision poked a small hole in his finger.

Using that finger he grabbed onto the door handle and smeared a helping of his blood onto it. The blood evaporated into the handle and with a loud clicking sound the door unlocked. Jules opened the door and entered into the other end.

As soon as he stepped over the barrier, all the music faded from the club and was replaced with the sounds of a Shostakovich violin concerto. Jules grimaced, Shostakovich always made him cry. The room itself was rather small. Only a singular huge red love-seat located in the center and compared to the club from before there was relatively few people.

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Seated on the center of the couch was a mousy looking brunette holding a glass of a deep red liquid. Across from her seated in a shabbier red seat was a beautiful but thin pale looking boy also holding a glass of red liquid.

Jules smiled.

“What the fuck are you doing here asshole.” The mousy looking brunette said. Jules laughed and walked further into the room.

“Gerald let me in.” Jules said as if getting in was easy.

“Why the fuck? I told him never to let you within fifty fucking yards of me. Guess I gotta handle you myself” The woman said standing up. The boy just stared at his glass of rosey liquid in silence. His shoulders crunched inwards.

“Woah, woah, woah, Iona, you don’t have to handle anything. I brought a proposition for you and…” Jules paused.

“Your dad.”

At that the women, Iona, paused and sat back down. She stared at his forehead and didn’t say a word. Sensing the gap in the conversation Jules went on.

“I have a certain amount of info about Boss that I think you would like to hear but I just need some assurances. Kipiche?” Jules smiled and stretched out his hands.

“Marius get the fuck out of here.” Iona said, turning to the boy, Marius. He didn’t meet her eyes, only got up and left out another door opposite of the one Jules went in through. Before Marius could go, Iona got up and went towards him, picked up his finger, and bit right into it. Marius yelped in pain.

Cards being gained: Ambrosia 7% and Alaric 3%

“Watch yourself and bring me some refreshments.” She said. No emotions showed through her voice. Jules watched him leave and went to sit down in the chair that he left empty.

“Don’t sit there, sit on the fucking ground.” Jules smiled and sat on the ground next to the chair, criss-cross-applesauce.

“What can you tell me? This better be some good stuff because if it isn’t…” Iona said.

“Yeah, yeah I know you’ll kill me and all that jazz, I’ve been through that before. Not that big a deal let me tell you.” Iona stared at him and didn’t say a word. He continued on.

“I can tell you pretty much everything. Warehouses, drop-sites, where he lives, where all his subordinates live. The whole schbang.” Iona made a face, her eye twitched for just a moment but Jules noticed.

“I can tell you powers, magical abilities, spells, all that shit.” Jules said, getting more excited.

“What do you want for it?” Her face betrayed nothing about her intentions.

“A place to stay. Protection.” She nodded and it was now her turn to smile. Her teeth were a gorgeous white, they sparkled and reflected at him. Jules stared at her smile, at her two large over-extended fangs. They had grown since he’d last seen her.

Jules continued on.

“Also… Forgiveness.” At that her smile stopped and turned into a frown.

“Forgiveness? Asshole you want forgiveness? Fuck off get out of here before I slit your throat and drink you up.” Jules said standing up. She rushed at him, faster than he could see, and put her hands on his neck and held him there.

“I-i-i’m…” She applied pressure to the throat and he started gurgling. After a second she let up but still held him there.

“Really sorry. The Chew really just, got to me. I would never do it again.” Jules said smiling.

“You’re fucking lying but it’s whatever. Dad probably wants your info. I know you’ll never break through torture and we could never make you a thrall anyways. You’ll get your fucking protection just stay away from me.” She said letting go of Jules’s neck. A trickle of blood fell from the corner of his neck, her fingers had really dug into there.

Card Gained: Anger

Iona pulled out a phone from a pocket in her jeans and dialed a number. It rang for a second and she started talking but Jules wasn’t listening. It wasn’t that important. After a minute she was done and turned to look at him.

“You’ll have an apartment and your protection but Dad wants to know everything and he wants to meet you. Also by the way, he knows all about us.”

“Fuck.”