Puddles formed on the walkway of the bridge. Drips of the clear liquid plopped into the mass of water beneath Sam as she tried to shake off as much water as she could. A breeze swept through the canal, penetrating Sam’s thin tank top. She began to shiver, pulling her arms up to cover her chest.

Her tank top was sagging, exposing her bra, as well as bits of skin here and there visible through cuts and tears caused from various weapons. Her eyes were dark, bags bulging from beneath. Her thigh was washed clean of blood, but the wound reopened when she climbed out of the canal, slowly oozing down her leg again.

Sam looked at her friend that had helped drag her from the canal. “T-t-thanks. A-andrelle.” Sam’s jaw shivered rapidly.

The black-haired beauty stood before her, one hand on her hip as she stared down the drenched Sam. “No, problem.” The pale lady smirked, “What party were you at, and can I join?” The lady-vamp smiled; her fangs white as ever. “Come on. Let’s get you into something dry before you die of hypothermia.”

Andrelle grabbed Sam’s hand and pulled her off into the night, her other hand toting the mystical axe with ease. Long boots clapped against the stone sidewalks, reflecting small amounts of starlight as Andrelle’s hips swayed side to side. She tilted her head back, “Ha. It’d be a funny way for you to die.”

Sam sniffled and wiped her nose with her arm, “How is that f-f-funny?”

“Oh, Sam, yeah she didn’t die from monsters, or vampires so old they witness the birth of Christ, no, no, she froze to death in a dirty river.” Andrelle glanced

back to Sam with a smirk, “It is good to see you though.” Andrelle turned back to the sidewalk. Only a few people dared to go out at this time of night.

“You’re lucky I was out.” Andrelle turned down an alley and cut between shops, her shoulders back and her head high. “I had a report of some young punks out causing trouble for some tourists.”

“You don’t have to worry about them.” Sam had calmed her muscles enough to cease the shivers. “I took them out.” Sam stopped before she said anything about the Raven. She wasn’t sure if she should tell anyone she was helped by a magic user, a necromancer nonetheless. It was murky water for most people. Sam looked around. Maybe if she was in a more private setting she would tell Andrelle. The lady vamp would most likely crack a joke about the whole thing.

“You took out those punks?” Andrelle stopped dead in her tracks and turned to Sam. “That place was crawling with Ra’s little frat boys and sorority sluts. I’m surprised you could take them out so easily.” Andrelle shrugged and continued pulling Sam across the street.

“Ra? Who’s this Ra guy, and how do you know so much about the vampires here?” Sam wondered what Andrelle had been up to this past year. She lost contact form everyone but Eddie. Last she knew, Red should be around here as well. There was a rumor that the two had moved on past the lover status. They were both vampires after all. A gust of wind blew down the street, punishing Sam with the cold once again.

“For starters, this ‘Ra guy’,” Andrelle deepened her voice to mock Sam, “Is the biggest vampire lord, clan head, whatever you want to call him,” Andrelle waved her hand around the street, “In this city. More importantly, this part of the world. And to make matters worse, you were responsible for killing his only living relative, Horus, you know the wonderful man whose head you smashed open like a pumpkin?” Andrelle made a squishing noise with her mouth as she finished her sentence.

“Oh shit.” Sam halted for a second. “That’s why those teenagers attacked me.” It made sense now, why the teens would have just up and attacker her. But if they knew she was the one who had taken on a vampire lord, then why would they try to take her out. Stupid courage I guess.

“Oh shit is an understatement.” Andrelle finally let Sam’s hand drop as she reached a side door to an inconspicuous apartment building. She handed the axe back to Sam, “Let’s change your clothes, eh?” She swung open the doors and pushed Sam inside.

Sam didn’t have a chance to prepare herself for the small crowd inside. Several dozen people had taken up residence in the rooms and halls of the building.

Andrelle pushed her forward, “Go on, top floor is my room.” Andrelle winked at Sam, “You’d be surprised how much of a celebrity you are here.” Andrelle looked around at her accomplishment. She had continued her father’s work in saving the poor, weaker souls from misery, all the while she was quite the thorn in Ra’s side. It was her way of bringing back vengeance for her father’s death. She smiled and left Sam to her own devices.

Sam walked through the crowded halls, several people stopped to gaze at her as she passed them. Rooms were packed with families, most rooms more than one, while those unlucky enough to get stuck in the hallway made do with small tents made from sheets or blankets for the small privacy they could afford.

Whispering could be heard throughout the air. The winds of gossip always blow hard. People pushed their way to the front of their doorways, other stood and started to clap or whistle as Sam passed.

Sam felt out of place in the building. She quickly made her way to the stairs. As she passed a large room with men and women dressed in fatigues, a man with a large rifle stepped forward, “Holy fu…”

Sam quickly darted up the stairs. Cheering followed her as she passed level upon level of the same situation. Phones vibrated and rang out as news traveled floor to floor. Sam quickly pushed her way up to the top floor. A guard stood at the top landing, dressed in the same fatigues as the men and women below. He quickly stood aside and nodded.

Andrelle snuck up behind Sam and pushed her butt forward, “I don’t want you butt in my face, let’s get a move on.”

Sam walked down to the last room in the hall, “What was that about?” She felt a bit embarrassed that all these people were cheering her on while she was sopping wet with her clothes all torn to shreds.

“You’re a hero in these parts,” Andrelle smirked. “They’re all vampires down there. You took on Horus and won. That kind of news travels fast. Plus, I might have embellished the story a bit.” The lady vamp stepped past Sam and pushed her door open, “You give them all hope, and for that, they fight back against Ra and the other vampire counts. This here is a halfway house for those who don’t want to fight.” Andrelle grabbed Sam’s hand again and pulled her into the room, setting the axe down by the door. “Until we can send them off to somewhere safe, they all stay here under our protection.” Andrelle shut the door behind her, “Welcome to the resistance.”

Sam pulled on the tight fitting black pants, it was not her choice, but Andrelle was not the one to be interested in Sam’s fashion. She looked into the full sized mirror in the small dressing room separated from the large loft with black and red sheets from all corners of the Earth. Her shirt was lacy and see-through in places a shirt should normally cover. It was tight fitting, forming to her figure and showing off her athletic body. Sam scrunched her eyebrows together, moving her mouth to one side. It was not her style at all. She would never live this down if anyone saw her.

“You don’t have something a little more…me?” Sam looked down at her naked feet. Her socks and shoes had been soaked, and Andrelle had a taste for leather boots. Sam decided just to let her own shoes dry before she took off. Her toes gleamed back at her and she tucked them under her feet. She had always hated feet, especially hers.

“What? You mean drab and boyish? Please, I’m doing you a favor Sam.” Andrelle pushed aside one of the curtains and peered in at Sam. “Oww oww, you have a serious body there. You sure you don’t want to be one of us? You’d make a sexy vampire.”

Sam’s skin started to turn red. She could feel her cheeks warming with the blood running to the surface of her skin. She pushed Andrelle back. Her skin reminded her of a question she was meaning to ask, “So, where is Red? I haven’t seen him. Is he alright?”

Andrelle fell silent. Her usual playful demeanor had quickly left her. Her gaze drifted to the bed in an alcove surrounded by windows blacked out with paint. The bed sat on a small raised platform, dark curtains covered the bed in a cocoon of seclusion. The lady vamp sighed, “It’d be easier if I were to show you.”

The black-haired beauty carefully placed her feet as she walked over to the bed, her steps silent as death sneaking up on the unsuspecting. Sam followed, keeping a flat footed pace behind her to not disturb the silence. Andrelle reached out and pulled the curtain apart.

“Oh god.” Sam said under her breath. She gazed on a ghastly sight as her tears fought to break free of her eyes.

Red lay on his back, staring off into an unseen dimension, his eyes rolling back and forth, unable to focus on the reality in front of him. Needles and syringes rolled around a small table on the mattress next to the lethargic husk of a once great man. An elastic ban sat lazily around his arm, draping across the sheets tossed about the bed.

“It started a few months after he turned.” Andrelle’s voice lost all enthusiasm. It was bleak but full of love. “His powers got stronger and stronger. He couldn’t control them, and he eventually ended up hurting some innocent people. He only blames himself, even though I was the one who turned him without his permission.” Andrelle reached out and stroked Red’s cheek. “He has days where he can operate for several hours like his old self. Every time he wakes from his drugged comas, he smiles at me just like the first day we ran off together.” Andrelle smiled. She wiped a tear from her eye, “I wish I could do something for him, anything.”

Sam placed her hand on Andrelle’s shoulder. She was never good at helping others with their problems, especially when things got emotional, but Andrelle was a good friend to Sam. She had to help somehow. “I will get ahold of Eddie as soon as I can. He should be able to rig up some device or some drug that could help out without putting him in this state.” Sam looked back at Red. Her heart sank. “I will find out some way to help you two, I promise that.”

Speaking of Eddie reminded Sam to check her phone for any messages. She briskly walked over to her wet clothes hanging to dry. She pulled the phone out of her pants but decided there was no use in turning it on until she could thoroughly dry out the parts. She could have news from Eddie, or Tentin could be out looking for her. She didn’t know the time, but she was wiped out and she needed to head to Germany today.

Sam looked over at Andrelle coddling Red’s head. She would find a way to help them. She would. “I’m sorry Andrelle, but I have to get going.” Sam grabbed all her belongings and stuffed them into a bag nearby. “I will find a way to help you. If you need to get ahold of me, I will be in Germany. Don’t hesitate to call.” Sam headed for the door, trying not to look at the comatose Red. It only brought bad feelings. She had no power to do anything about it. She couldn’t directly help them out, and it pained her so.

The newly dressed Sam stopped at the door and turned to Andrelle, “Thanks for the clothes.”

Andrelle smiled at her, “Thanks for the friendship. Be safe out there.”

Sam nodded, and then she took off down the stairs and out of the vampire filled safe house. Andrelle had helped so many, even though she was going through a mess of her own. Sam gripped her bag tighter and made a pact with herself.

She would help all of them. She would find a way to save them all.

Harold Bessinger stood in the twilight, right before the dawning of a new sunrise. He looked up at the night sky. There was still some night left after all, and he would need to use it to his advantage.

Harold adjusted his glasses as he looked around him. The bird masked elite honor guard stood about him as his protectors. He had decided to keep his master’s clan to a limited involvement in this night’s juncture. He knew how the less desirable vampires would act in battle. Most of them gave into the bloodlust and lost sight of any planning or tactics that had been set prior to the mission at hand. It ended up making a mess of things for Harold. His fingers would ache from all the paperwork he had to endure as he paid off officials and civilians to keep their eyes turned when things got out of hand with the clan.

The honor guard would do just fine, as well his new comrades that had joined him on this night’s adventure to clean up Ra’s territory. He had his signal ready for his allies to attack. Ra had come through with his promise on reinforcements, and the fact that they were dispensable was even better. If they got out of hand, Harold didn’t have to worry about keeping them a secret, after all, the mutants weren’t his responsibility.

The street was void of any life. He had made sure that there would be no bystanders around to screw up his operation by calling the authorities. This should be one hell of a night.

Harold’s heart raced. He didn’t get to go on raids. He was more of a pencil pusher, office type in the organization. This was exciting for him, and he made every precaution to make sure this raid would be a success.

Harold held up his hand for the strike teams to attack. He would do Ra proud.

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The front door to the apartment building opened up unexpectedly. Harold caught the words in his mouth before he cursed. He was about to give the order to attack. If he alerted the rebels too early, they would organize and fight back. The clan couldn’t afford that. He couldn’t afford that.

A woman with tight-fitting black clothing holding a sack of something stepped out onto the sidewalk with her bare feet. She was quite a looker, but the days of chasing women were well behind Harold Bessinger. He waited for her to make her way down the street and round the corner. She couldn’t have been a vampire. No vampire would be venturing out this late. They would risk getting caught out in the sun. No, she must have been some sort of escort of some sort, she was nothing.

He waited a few more minutes, his arm struggling to stay upright. He feared if he let it drop, the imbecile mutants would take it as the signal to attack, but finally the moment had come. Harold dropped his arm. The assault was on and soon the rebels would be wiped out. He would return to Ra with good news this morning. It made him smile.

Snoring filled the hallway of the safe house. The vampires within had settled down for daytime. Several day owls had stayed up playing cards on a coffee table in the commons area, cigarettes hanging from their mouths. Men and women in fatigues stood watch by the doorways, guns hefted in their hands, while others patrolled the hallways and stairwells.

“Ha.” A vampire at the table knocked back his drink with one gulp. He scratched his sideburns as he threw down his cards. “Full house.” He leaned back and gloated, his fangs visible as he smiled. “Pay up boys.”

“Hold up a minute.” The vampire next to the first threw down his cards, “Royal Flush, boy! Haha.” He reached out to scrape the winnings into his hand, “Next time you should…”

The window next to the poker game shattered open in an instant. A small cylindrical object flew through the air, crashing to the floor in the commons area. The vampires all around stopped and looked at the object with stupefied expressions. A few of the vamps in fatigues dropped to the ground or covered their eyes just in time, their experience in the field held in their favor.

The object burst open with a bright flash and a loud bang. All the vamps in the commons hissed and yelled out in anguish. They rubbed their eyes and withered on the ground. The poker table was knocked to the floor as the vamps stood, blinded by the grenade tossed into the window.

Similar sounds rang out from all over the apartment building. Glass shattering and bangs followed by the same horrifying yells from men, women, and children.

The few rebels in fatigues stood, readying their weapons for whatever had just attacked them, but they were in over their heads. Their ears rang with an intense high pitched whine.

The doors on the bottom floor blew open, wood splintering inwards, impaling several blinded vamps inside. They burst to flames instantly. Bullets soon followed the explosions, like friends tagging along to the party. The fatigued vamps were cut down instantly, fiery deaths soon awaited them.

“For the Prophet!”

The same war cry was let out from the horribly disfigured and unearthly transformed beings as they rushed inwards, bringing their havoc to close quarters, raining down the fury of mutant brutality.

They surged inwards, tentacles, spikes, fleshy limbs hanging from random body parts, all pushed inwards, storming rooms and climbing the stairwells with ferocity of a tiger on the hunt. They gunned down all those in the apartments, even the unarmed, even the innocent, even the young. Flames burst all around, scorching the building without mercy. There was no hope for the souls here.

Some fatigued vamps rushed down the stairwell and began firing on the mutant horde. Several grotesque figures dropped under the hail of gunfire. The vamps strategically set up positions on the stairs, they could hold off the mutants long enough here by funneling them into a firing zone.

The vamp with his large machine gun unslung it from his shoulder and held it at his hip, firing down on the mutants with primal rage. “Come get some!” He smiled as he mowed down a dozen mutants, their discolored blood painting the walls in a splatter of rainbow artwork, some of it sizzled away at the drywall and plaster.

An oversized mutant stomped into view. His four arms held two large rocket launchers on each side of his body. Its massive jaw ground down on several cigars, puffing smoke up at the ceiling.

The vamp concentrated his fire on the juggernaut of a mutant. The bullets pummeled the skin of the giant, but none of them could penetrate the thick hull of muscle.

“Heh.” The massive mutant fired the rockets at the stairwell. The vampires had no chance of evasion. The explosion blew upwards, shrapnel tearing apart anybody, vamp or mutant, too close to the blast. The wall blew out into the alley, a jagged hole for all those outside to peer in at the chaos. Smoke and dust swirled around in the debris ridden stairwell.

Once the clouds of destruction settled, a multi-tentacled, octopus like creature moved into the destruction. Its lower appendages wrapped around the debris and remaining handrails, while its upper body wrapped around the undamaged upper floor, creating an organic bridge of mutant construct.

Mutants filed up the tentacle stairs with renewed fervor. The rebel’s small amount of fight had increased the bloodlust of the hideous race of under-dwellers. There was no stop to their destruction.

Harold Bessinger followed the honor guard into the mess of a situation the mutants had created. He gazed around at the scorch marks of once living vampires. Bullet holes riddled every corner of the building. Nothing remained untouched by the carnage. He smiled. The mutants did their job well enough, and the best part is the world would think this just another terrorist attack. It would all work out well enough for Ra in the end.

Harold waved his hand inwards and Ra’s honor guard moved with surgical precision. They used their spear-like weapons to impale any survivors the over-zealous mutants had passed up.

Bessinger couldn’t believe the adrenaline that had built up in his body. It was exhilarating. No wonder Ra loved to handle things himself. It was an experience like none other.

A woman crawled about the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks, leaving runny lines on her grime covered skin.

Harold kicked her over and grabbed the gun from one of the honor guard’s holsters. He aimed it at her head and fired. She burst to flames instantly and he jumped up and down slightly. Harold took a deep breath and composed himself. He couldn’t give in to the rush. He had work to attend to. He couldn’t let the mutants kill Andrelle, she was better off alive.

Harold Bessinger adjusted his glasses and waved the honor guard onward.

Andrelle lay half naked next to Red on her excessively large bed, taking refuge from the world in her cocoon of privacy. She stroked Red’s chest as he lay blinking his eyes several times. He had just come down and would be himself for a few hours at least, and she would make every minute count.

“How long was I out?” His voice was rasp and dry. “I felt the presence of Sam.” He turned his shaven head to look at Andrelle. “She was here wasn’t she?”

She smiled, “Yes, she was here for a bit. I pulled her out of the canal.” Andrelle chuckled. “You should have seen her. She had to change into some of my clothes. It was quite a sight.”

Red laughed and picked up a bottled mineral water and downed it instantly. He perked up and stood outside of the bed. He could feel something tormented nearby. The feeling grew more and more, joined by the torment and anguish of years built up and ready to explode. He had felt this before, many times before.

He quickly turned to Andrelle, “Mutants. A lot of them. Grab your stuff, we need to go.”

Andrelle sprung out of bed and covered herself up. She threw on her leather boots and grabbed a pistol off a table nearby. She knew to trust Red’s judgment. His psychic powers were always spot on.

She cocked her gun and stuck her ear to the door. “How many?”

“Too many for us to fight.” He threw on a shirt, “We need to go now.”

“We can’t leave the people to fend for their selves. They need our help.” Andrelle opened the door and stepped into the hallway. Several faint explosions could be heard downstairs, followed by the screams of the people below. Gunfire soon joined in with the unmistakable war cry of the mutants praising their Prophet.

Andrelle jogged down to the guard at the landing to her floor, “Go help out anywhere you can! We’ll be fine!”

The man nodded and took off down the stairs. A larger explosion soon shook the building. Andrelle stumbled as the ripples from the explosion shook the floorboards. The sounds of the mutants were coming closer.

Andrelle kicked at the hinges of her door. She pulled at the edge of the thick wood and ripped the door from its place. She sat it down in front of her and crouched behind it, one hand holding the door up, the other wielding her pistol with deadly intentions.

The first of the mutants’ heads bobbed into view. Two loud shots, two dead mutants, Andrelle smirked as she dropped the miscreants.

More mutants just trampled over their dead as Andrelle shot two more in the head, splattering the wall behind them in a bloody pulp, but more mutant beings crawled, slithered, and leapt their way up the stairs with ease, ignoring the bodies piling up beneath their feet.

A strange mass of flesh pushed its way to the forefront. Hundreds of eyes and mouths covered the exterior with no discernable head in sight. Mangled arms grabbed onto railings and wall, pushing the blob of flesh forward while some of the mouths shouted, “For the Prophet!” While others screamed out in anger, “Eat her eyes first!”

Andrelle reeled back in disgust. She flinched as several gunshots splintered into her makeshift shield. She shot twice into where she figured would kill the wall-beast, but nothing halted its advance. She only had twelve bullets left now. The Lady Vamp cursed herself, she should have brought extra magazines, but she was so quick to help out her people it slipped her mind.

She trained her aim on the creatures moving in behind the all-seeing, screeching wall, and dropped two more mutants, but more mutants were filing up the hallway. Bullets started to fly past the eye filled mutant and crashed into the wall next to her head. Another mutant leapt into the air, spikes on its back latched into the wall above as it used the pointed appendages to pierce the ceiling and crawl along towards Andrelle. Its hands were replaced by mutilated stumps with assorted cutlery jammed into the fleshy arm.

Andrelle blew the black hair from her face and switched her pistol to full auto. She stood and walked backwards, spraying her remaining ten bullets into the surging mutants with one sweep of her arm. She dropped the gun and pulled a combat knife from her boot. “Come on, you filthy beasts!”

A hand was placed on Andrelle’s shoulder. She turned to see Red behind her. He moved in and kissed her, pulling her tightly around the waist. Bullets raced towards the couple, but bent around the two as an invisible barrier directed the metal projectiles into the walls and floor around the couple.

Red then turned to the mutant mass surging at them. His eyes sparked with white fire. He raised his hand and the sound of a shockwave shook the hallway. He pulled his hands apart and a void of space appeared in the middle of the hallway, blasting air out at everyone, and catching both the mass of eyes, and the spiked mutant within. Their bodies, along with many others, instantly burst into a slop of blood and gore as their mass spread to fill the empty void. Red then shut his hand, bringing his fingers together, forcing the void into small, tightly packed, spheres of bone and flesh. The Shaved Psychic then shot his hand forward, launching the multiple spheres towards the rest of the mutants climbing the stairwell.

The balls of mutant viscera cut through the mobs with ease. Mutants dropped to their knees as small holes were missing from their bodies. Screams of pain were let out left and right.

Andrelle smiled. Revenge for her fallen comrades was a sweet sight.

Red raised his hand up and pulled at the ceiling with his mind. His new hand exercises had helped him focus his mind on the task at hand. He thought of Andrelle and the roof instantly started to cave in above the stairwell.

The psychic turned to his lover, white fire still burning in his eyes. His mouth opened slightly, his words were projected into Andrelle’s mind, “We have to go now. Your people are all dead. We cannot strike back if we share their fate.”

Andrelle nodded and embraced Red with a hug. She knew there was nothing left to do here. All her work in helping the innocent who just wanted a better life was burned down to ashes. They were slaughtered just like her father was. Andrelle’s rage for Ra burned even brighter. She pushed her head into Red’s neck and held on tight.

The air around them started to rush about in flurries. The hallway began to disorient and blur. Static energy raised the hair on the back of Andrelle’s neck. She looked up as the hallway began to turn into a rooftop outside. She looked up and saw stars in the sky and with a loud pop, the couple teleported across the street onto a nearby roof.

Air swirled outward as they occupied the space in an instant, followed by a loud crack. Andrelle ran to the edge of the roof and peered at the destruction of her rebel base. She could see the bird masked honor guard standing on either side of the main entrance. A man in glasses stepped out of the apartment building. He handed off a pistol to one of the honor guards and headed over to a limousine.

Andrelle could feel the rage building inside her. She was ready to jump off the building and rip the man’s throat out. She knew him as the Voice of Ra, Ra’s right hand man. He had brought this destruction down upon her, but the question that remaining nagged at the back of her mind, why was he with the mutants? There was no way the vampires would side with the mutants. They would have revolted in outrage. Without the help of the mutants, the Voice of Ra wouldn’t have been able to overrun the rebels so easily.

Andrelle needed know what was going on, and the Voice of Ra was right in her grasp. She turned to Red, “The Voice of Ra is here, we can kill him now if…”

Red was breathing heavily. He was bent over holding his head. “Migraines are back. If we need to get him, let’s do it now.” He crumpled to the ground, gasping for air.

Andrelle glanced back at the limo as it began to drive off. She couldn’t go after him now. She needed to look after her husband. The sun was close to rising and they needed a place to lie low and hide from the sun.

She grasped the psychic and pulled him to his feet. “We can’t now. Not with you like this.” She started to pull him away. “Sam is in Germany. She can help us out. We just need to get there alive.”

Red nodded in agreement.

Andrelle took one last look at the Voice of Ra. She would kill him one day. She would kill Ra.

Sam looked around the hotel lobby. She had walked quite a distance without her shoes and her feet were killing her, not to mention her clothes were ridiculous. Luckily, no one was in the lobby at the moment.

She booked it straight for the elevator. A sock dropped from her handful of semi-wet clothes. She stopped a second to try and pick it up, but a group of people started to enter the hotel. Sam left the sock and hurried to the elevator, her cheeks blushing.

With her axe strapped to her back, Sam slammed the elevator button with her elbow several times. She was almost to her room, where she could take a steaming hot shower to soak away the problems of the day and contemplate her current situation. She needed to stop Mr. Bartlett before he went through with his plans, whatever they may be.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. A man with button up shirt half done up stepped out and almost ran into Sam. His chest hair was intertwined with his gold chain strapped across his neck.

Sam sidestepped him and entered the small metal box with haste. She tapped the button to her floor with her elbow several times again. She looked up at the man who had kept staring at her since she entered the elevator.

He scratched his scruffy chin, “Hmm, maybe next you can stop at my room?” He smiled and pulled a wad of cash from his pocket.

“I’m really not in the mood for this.” Sam was starting to get furious. Of all the people to run across it had to be this guy.

“C’mon babe, I’ll make it worth your time. I can rock your night.” He placed his hand and the side of the door, blocking the elevator doors from closing. “I won’t take no for an answer, babe.”

“Alright.” Sam smiled and moved closer to him, “I can rock your night too.” She swung her leg up between his legs, dropping her pile of damp clothes to the floor. The man fell to the floor, his face contorted with pain. Sam stepped forward, placing her weight on the man’s genitals. “This is what you wanted, right? Your junk to be played with?” She tilted her head to the side. “Goodnight.” She stepped inside the elevator and smiled.

Sam made her way back to the room. Tentin was passed out on one of the small beds, empty beer bottles and a half eaten plate of food lay next to him. He woke as Sam threw her clothes down on the second small bed in the room.

He tipped his hat up, looking at the woman for a brief second. He spoke briefly, “When did you become a hooker?”

Sam stared at him for a second and broke down laughing, “Thanks, Tentin.”

He smiled briefly, “Get what you needed?”

Sam nodded, her eyes invaded by dark circles, “Yeah, and then some.”

“Good.” Tentin looked around his bed, “Don’t mind the mess. I’m on vacation.” He turned over and passed out again.

Sam exhaled and headed to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.