-Mr. Anageropoulos, Mr. Anageropoulos...wake up, a voice shouted.
He wasn't sure if he had really heard it or if it was a twisted game of his imagination.
-Mr. Anageropoulos, please wake up! There it was again, that voice, shouting.
He decided to ignore it, his inner alarm would have awakened him if it was time.
-Mr.Ana...Sheriff!!! that was the third call.
He woke up, shivering, from his dreamless sleep, the last word the voice had shouted was enough to wake him even if it wasn't his time.
It took him only a second to get his body in motion and his favorite Beretta was already armed and in his hand.
His extra-sharp senses scanned the area around him. He was in his basement, hidden deep enough into the ground and surrounded with 30cm walls of concrete so neither the sun nor a reckless enemy could ever enter here.
The basement was small, no more than 30 square meters wide, not that he needed it any larger. It had everything he needed.
His wardrobe, his small desk with his pc, another desk with his tools used for weaponsmithing, his weapon rack, a picture of HER, or better a painting of her since she couldn't get photo'ed even if she wanted to and finally his small bed, a reminder than he should sleep alone...FOREVER.
Many times he joked to himself that he needed to buy a coffin, it would give the place a better mood but even he liked a soft clean bed to rest during the day.
The footsteps of someone, probably his ghoul, running towards his door brought him back from his thoughts.
Then the door alarm ringed. It was a hand made device made by him to alert him if someone stood outside his door, devised to ring in subsonics so that only someone with supernaturally enhanced senses could hear it.
Then the actual, or better urgent, hit on the door was heard.
-Sheriff, please wake up there is a message for you, said the manly voice trying to catch his breath.
He dialed his password fast and the locks on the door were removed but even now the door wouldn't budge unless someone from the inside opened it.
Sure someone could try to break it and he knew a couple of people that would be able to do it but they were only a few and he considered them allies...at least for now.
He opened the door lowering his gun and stared at the man standing in front of him.
He wasn't old but by his looks one could easily take him for a middle aged man.
He had collected him from the streets, had him cleaned and had given him new clothes and something to eat.
He still didn't know why he had done all that. That man had only one thing to offer him and he could have taken it where he found him but still he had brought him to his home, his lair, his haven and had given him a new life.
This man wasn't someone special. These days the dark alleys were full of them, men, women or even children sleeping on benches or among garbage, eating only leftovers and getting dressed with rugs from other people, all of them victims of the turning of time and the beginning of an era of ignorance, despair, loss of humanity and financial war.
That was probably why he had picked him. That man had nothing more to lose but he would be really thankful to anyone who would have given him back at least his dignity and a part of his life.
Or maybe it was the human side of him that made him save at least one poor soul...at least that is what Sarah had told him...maybe she was right. Who knows?
The deal between them was simple, he would serve him as his mortal agent and servant and he would grant him another chance in life, immunity to diseases, power to exact revenge on his enemies and, hell, even a slight immunity to death. As long as the servant or "ghoul" would drink of his blood.
"It's better to rule in Hell than serve in Heaven", the man had told him. "Better to serve you than be a moving meal for another of your kind".
And with these words their deal was sealed...IN BLOOD.
And there he stood, one year after that night, dressed in his expensive suit. Although his master was not considered one of the wealthy individuals of his kind, he wanted his servant to be always perfectly dressed.
-Sheriff you have a...
-Enough, four times is enough already, what's the fuss? Why all this noise and running? Are we under attack?
-No!
-Has a war started during the day?
-No!
-Has something happened to her?
-God forbid, No!
-Then what???
-Since I called you with your official name you should know better, that it has something to do with your nightly affairs.
He knew that but he wanted to have at least a few minutes of peace before delving into his "nightly affairs".
-Ok then, has someone killed anyone during feeding or in public?
-No!
-Have the Warlocks set anything on fire?
-As far as i know, no!
-Has someone offended any of our artists?
-Please sheriff...no!
-Has...
-Prince James has summoned you!
-Ok, now you've got my attention. When and why?
-A few minutes ago and, of course, i don't know why. He said you should get there as fast as possible, he seemed angry and in a hurry.
-That's not good...ok I'm right after you and yes I will survive this night. Don't worry my precious blood will be intact for you and no i won't use my bike!!!
-I was only going to say that it's a cold night outside..."
-No Apostolos it's not cold. If Prince James has summoned me that way, tonight will be hot as Hell out there!
He wasn't sure if he had really heard it or if it was a twisted game of his imagination.
-Mr. Anageropoulos, please wake up! There it was again, that voice, shouting.
He decided to ignore it, his inner alarm would have awakened him if it was time.
-Mr.Ana...Sheriff!!! that was the third call.
He woke up, shivering, from his dreamless sleep, the last word the voice had shouted was enough to wake him even if it wasn't his time.
It took him only a second to get his body in motion and his favorite Beretta was already armed and in his hand.
His extra-sharp senses scanned the area around him. He was in his basement, hidden deep enough into the ground and surrounded with 30cm walls of concrete so neither the sun nor a reckless enemy could ever enter here.
The basement was small, no more than 30 square meters wide, not that he needed it any larger. It had everything he needed.
His wardrobe, his small desk with his pc, another desk with his tools used for weaponsmithing, his weapon rack, a picture of HER, or better a painting of her since she couldn't get photo'ed even if she wanted to and finally his small bed, a reminder than he should sleep alone...FOREVER.
Many times he joked to himself that he needed to buy a coffin, it would give the place a better mood but even he liked a soft clean bed to rest during the day.
The footsteps of someone, probably his ghoul, running towards his door brought him back from his thoughts.
Then the door alarm ringed. It was a hand made device made by him to alert him if someone stood outside his door, devised to ring in subsonics so that only someone with supernaturally enhanced senses could hear it.
Then the actual, or better urgent, hit on the door was heard.
-Sheriff, please wake up there is a message for you, said the manly voice trying to catch his breath.
He dialed his password fast and the locks on the door were removed but even now the door wouldn't budge unless someone from the inside opened it.
Sure someone could try to break it and he knew a couple of people that would be able to do it but they were only a few and he considered them allies...at least for now.
He opened the door lowering his gun and stared at the man standing in front of him.
He wasn't old but by his looks one could easily take him for a middle aged man.
He had collected him from the streets, had him cleaned and had given him new clothes and something to eat.
He still didn't know why he had done all that. That man had only one thing to offer him and he could have taken it where he found him but still he had brought him to his home, his lair, his haven and had given him a new life.
This man wasn't someone special. These days the dark alleys were full of them, men, women or even children sleeping on benches or among garbage, eating only leftovers and getting dressed with rugs from other people, all of them victims of the turning of time and the beginning of an era of ignorance, despair, loss of humanity and financial war.
That was probably why he had picked him. That man had nothing more to lose but he would be really thankful to anyone who would have given him back at least his dignity and a part of his life.
Or maybe it was the human side of him that made him save at least one poor soul...at least that is what Sarah had told him...maybe she was right. Who knows?
The deal between them was simple, he would serve him as his mortal agent and servant and he would grant him another chance in life, immunity to diseases, power to exact revenge on his enemies and, hell, even a slight immunity to death. As long as the servant or "ghoul" would drink of his blood.
"It's better to rule in Hell than serve in Heaven", the man had told him. "Better to serve you than be a moving meal for another of your kind".
And with these words their deal was sealed...IN BLOOD.
And there he stood, one year after that night, dressed in his expensive suit. Although his master was not considered one of the wealthy individuals of his kind, he wanted his servant to be always perfectly dressed.
-Sheriff you have a...
-Enough, four times is enough already, what's the fuss? Why all this noise and running? Are we under attack?
-No!
-Has a war started during the day?
-No!
-Has something happened to her?
-God forbid, No!
-Then what???
-Since I called you with your official name you should know better, that it has something to do with your nightly affairs.
He knew that but he wanted to have at least a few minutes of peace before delving into his "nightly affairs".
-Ok then, has someone killed anyone during feeding or in public?
-No!
-Have the Warlocks set anything on fire?
-As far as i know, no!
-Has someone offended any of our artists?
-Please sheriff...no!
-Has...
-Prince James has summoned you!
-Ok, now you've got my attention. When and why?
-A few minutes ago and, of course, i don't know why. He said you should get there as fast as possible, he seemed angry and in a hurry.
-That's not good...ok I'm right after you and yes I will survive this night. Don't worry my precious blood will be intact for you and no i won't use my bike!!!
-I was only going to say that it's a cold night outside..."
-No Apostolos it's not cold. If Prince James has summoned me that way, tonight will be hot as Hell out there!
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