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feared those hateful eyes, and I feared my sanity. "London?"
     
                  He asked, but he sounded further away, and I started to feel dizzy. "What's happening?" I asked but the words came out slurred, I wanted to scream for help beg someone to save me. But all I could do was fight to keep my eyes open.
     
                  I forced my eyes to open, fearing that if they closed I would die. I could hear and feel my teeth chattering, I was cold, freezing but it didn’t make sense, and it was June in Texas, cold was impossible. I tried to focus on the man before me who seemed to be lifting me now and all I could smell was rain, the smell of fresh rain and I wondered if that was why I was so cold. "You, what did you do to me?" I asked my voice a vague whisper.
     
                  I looked down at my body in his arms and felt a slight unease that should have been screaming fear but my mind was too far gone. I was soaked in blood, my blood and I was cold because I was dying.
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Chapte r Three
     
     
    Cash
     
     
                  "Cash where are you?" Preacher asked from the other end of the line. I could tell he was smoking another joint and I wished like hell I could medicate right now, my drug of choice though was a bottle of Jim Beam black label and I was in desperate need. See Vampires were tricky, the Custos like Preacher and I, use substances to control our bloodlust and Infatuation.
     
                  "On my way out of Dallas now, I have the mark and shit wasn’t pretty."
     
                  Understatement of the year.
     
                  "What happened is she ok?"
     
                  "They ripped her carotid open, pretty bad, damn near drained me to fix it, she lost a lot of blood but I got the wound sealed. Got lucky though, she was out cold when I wiped her memories, she won’t remember she was bitten, only the attack but I wiped me from her memories as a favor."  Favor because all I needed to hear was her calling me a stalker and psycho all the time. I could handle my share of blows but I hated name calling and after a few centuries as a Mercenary for the undead I learned to get in and out with as little complications as possible. I didn’t want to remember her but had no choice, she didn’t need that fate.
     
                  Fuck I was tired, and I had another eight hundred miles to go before I could stop. Thank god for Infatuation. Any cop who tried to pull me over for speeding I would be able to handle and on my way. "We should be there in about four hours."
     
                  "Are you keeping her asleep?"
     
                  "No, didn’t need to. Her mind was so fucked up by what she witnessed she went under no problem."
     
                  "The human mind is amazing, astonishing really. Protecting it's vessel from loss of sanity." Preacher was definitely high, he rambled like this whenever he had a little too much, but like all the undead he could chose to remove the affects, heal himself from the effects if he needed to.
     
                  Before I could respond to his insight I felt The Princess's mind stir, the effects wore off sooner than I thought but I needed my poison and she gave me a reason to stop. Unless I wanted screaming for the next four hours I had no choice but to try and talk to her. "Preach she's coming to, in the throes of a bad nightmare." I didn’t bother with pleasant goodbyes. When Preacher was this high he would just keep on rambling to ramble.
     
                  I flipped my phone shut and pulled into a Chevron, near the highway and deserted. If she wanted to freak, not a living soul would hear her, a Vampire might but they would sense me and assume she was my kill. Showing respect between the undead really was fucked up, but thank god for small favors right now. Humans involved cops and a lot of work I