Sunday, October 27, 2013

Blood Doctor Chapter Three

Here's the third chapter in the book I'm working on.  If you want more information check out my WIP page where the first two chapters are posted.  Also, the same story is being posted on my fictionpress page, so you can view it there as well.

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Intelligence

It was late afternoon when I finally finished cleaning everything up.  I had taken a shower, too, and gotten into fresh clothes.  I had a few people I could talk to for information, but that information didn’t come cheap.  I stopped at the bank to make a small withdrawal, adding it up in my head.  He’d already paid me, sure, but if I could charge him more, I would.

My first stop was a little Irish pub.  There was a leprechaun who ran the joint, but after taking one step inside I immediately stepped out.  Tonight was a full moon and I had forgotten what a place it was for werewolves to gather in anticipation for that nights hunt.  There was, of course, a great deal of Dragai present as well.  They served as the supernatural police force of sorts and liked to make sure that the wolves didn’t hurt any innocents tonight.

It wasn’t the werewolves I was staying away from.

I considered my two other possibilities.  The leprechaun would have been the easiest to buy off, and the cheapest, so I was a bit upset he was busy.  I had a vampire I could ask but I doubted he would be very reliable and would probably want the stone for himself.  I couldn’t take that chance.  There was a witch, but again, the full moon thing would keep her busy dealing with poltergeists if she wasn’t already drained from hell week.  That left me with one option.  I groaned.  Egyptian demi-gods are one thing.  Their bratty children are another.

Actually, Vincent’s father wasn’t even a demi-god.  He himself was the son of the son of a demi-god, making Vincent even less of one.  He acted like he was Ra himself, though, and was spoiled beyond belief.  I hated the SOB, but he loved pretty much everything that can corrupt a person- money, women, alcohol, and drugs were at the top of his list.

He never spent time at his home when he could spend time at his girlfriend’s house.  Right now he was dating a stripper/model named Bambi.  They’d been together for a longer amount of time than he normally spent with any one girl, though I doubted it had anything to do with love.

When I rapped on her door Vin opened it like I expected.  He looked both high and like he had just gotten out of bed for the day.  I double checked my watch.  Yep, about three in the afternoon.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he put on a charming smile.

“What do you think I want?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“We could have a three-some, if you insist.”

My face warped into something of a disgusted nature.

“Fine,” he stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

“I need to know if you’ve heard anything about a missing bloodstone.”

I don’t know where he gets his information but it’s always good and he rarely cares about it himself.

“Some.  What you got for me this time,” he rubbed a hand over my shoulder.  “I could give you a lot of information if you just stayed the night.”

I flicked his hand off.  “Sorry, I’m busy tonight, and for the rest of my life, actually.  I’ve got some cash.”

He thought for a minute.  “I don’t want your cash.  I’ll take a kiss, though.  Yes, a kiss for all the information I have on said missing bloodstone.”

I narrowed my eyes.  I didn’t really want to make this deal but I was out of options.

“Fine.”

“Uh, uh, uh,” he waggled a finger in my face.  “I get to kiss you.”

I snorted.  “Deal’s off.”

“Your loss.” He started to go inside.

“Oh, dammit, alright, alright.” I caved.  Don’t say I never let something stop me from getting results.

His smile was one of wicked glee.  He leaned in before I was ready and met my lips.  He was a sloppy kisser, probably drunk, and his tongue was roaming my mouth in seconds.  It was gross, like having a slug in there.  I pushed him back before it got much farther.

“You didn’t kiss back,” he pouted. 

“That wasn’t part of the agreement,” I spat the taste of him out of my mouth.

He shrugged.  “Yeah, you’re right.”

“So?”

Vin leaned against the door, arms crossed over his chest.  “There is one missing from one of the clans in the north.  Somewhere in the darkest parts of Canada.  I guess it was stolen from under their noses.”

So far it all lined up.

“They’re looking for it.  I have no idea who or what took it, though, since they’re doing their best to keep it under wraps.  There’s something shady going on.  The Dragai don’t even really know.”

Nothing new.

“I take it that it’s somewhere in Chicago?” he asks.  I shrugged in answer and turned to go.  “One more thing,” he stopped me.  “They weren’t the clan tasked with guarding this particular stone.  I don’t know how it came to their possession in the first place.  The clan that was supposed to be protecting it disappeared suddenly.”

That sent chills down my spine.  Things don’t disappear like that, not from the supernatural world.  I walked out of the apartment building and into the street a little scared.

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