3 months later…

Daryl and Taylor looked at the money on the ground.

“$20,000. Not bad.” Daryl says. “What should we do with it?” He asks.

“Let me buy a car. I feel like a bitch without a vehicle.” Taylor says.

“Fuck that. Why don't I buy a car?” Daryl responds.

“You still have that car back home. When are you going to pick that up anyway?” Taylor asks.

“I don't know, man. I don't want to make the journey, and that car is a piece of shit, anyway.” Daryl responds.

“Well, fuck. It's better than nothing. Let me have this one. We’ll get you something later.” Taylor asks with a tinge of hope.

“Fuck, fine. Let's get you a car, you loveable bastard.” Daryl says with a smile. “By the way, how are you making this stuff anyway?” He asks.

“Do you want to know?” Taylor replies with a question.

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“Nah, not really. I'm just happy to make money.” Daryl answers.

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…

“Yeah, I'm outside your dorm.” Taylor says through the phone.

“I'll be out in a minute.” Sylvie says.

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…

“Soo, what you been up to?” She asks.

They've been on a few dates since Taylor has moved back. But the spark seems to have faded since the move.

“Not much. Dealing drugs. You know, the ushual.” Taylor responds.

“Awesome. Awesome. Anything you want to do today?” She says as she takes a sip of coffee.

“Let's take a walk in the park.” Taylor responds.

“Okay.” Sylvie says with a smile.

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…

“Yeah, fuck the Demon Heart gang. Without them this whole operation would be much easier.” Taylor says as he strolls through the path.

“Well, why don't you build a gang of your own?” Sylvie says with teasing smile.

“Fuck, I probably should. But that would be crossing the line. At that point, I think this might turn illegal. You know how dudes are; territories and all that.” Taylor answers.

“I guess. But I thought you were a bigger man than that.” She says, continuing to tease.

“I'm a super big man. I just don't want to play that game. It seems complicated.” Taylor responds.

As they continue to stroll, a dude walks by.

“Sylvie? Is that you?” The man calls out.

“Ah, Kyle. What's up?” She says.

“Didn't catch you at the morning lecture today.” The man says. “I see you had more important things on your mind.” He says as gives Taylor a look.

“Taylor.” Taylor responds as he holds out his hand.

The man reaches for it and as their hands touch, the man's eyes flash red.

An almost incomprehensible whisper left his mouth. But Taylor could hear it.

“If you have the balls to try, ask for her permission.” Taylor responds. “Nice meeting you, Kyle.” He responds before taking Sylvie’s hand and walking away.

As he walked further a cold sweat appeared on Taylor's face.

Fuck, that was a vampire. That was definitely a vampire. Are vampires real? There's cultivators so there must be vampires, right? Is that how it works? Taylor thinks to himself.

“What did he say to you?” Sylvie asks, her smile continuing to tease him.

Taylor looked to her with wide eyes. Could she hear it too? He asks himself.

“Nothing.” Taylor says with a smile. “It was something between men.” He says.