Claire Sawyer worked on organizing a bunch of files in one of the places she felt most comfortable and at ease – her own apartment. Scattered on the floor in a way one could call an organized chaos was a series of folders, papers, and binders. Claire knocked over a pile of files when her telephone rang. Claire wept with joy when she picked up the receiver and heard that one of the men who attacked her was now going to be behind bars. With that off her mind somewhat, Claire can now concentrate on her new task at hand: preparing her statement in Grant Robert’s class action law suit against mainstream Hollywood and the literary field for its portrayal of vampires over the last three decades or so. Also buried in amongst the rats nest of papers was a bevy of books, DVDs, and other images that Claire planned to use as evidence in her case. The telephone once again rang, to which Claire picked up and was confused by the voice on the other end: “Quaid… start the reactor!” Claire paused and then realized who it was. “Seth? Is that you?” she said, knowing well it was indeed Seth Rollins.
“Thought my Kuato impersonation would have you fooled there” Seth said back.
“Come on, I remember the Power Plant’s Halloween party in ninety-eight,” Claire told Seth. “I remember you coming in second behind Kevin Brody.”
“Don’t remind me about that. I wonder how many lap dances he bought for the engineering students to build him that realistic-looking Davros costume. Hate him to this day, I tell ya!”
“Was there a reason you called other than to wax poetically of failed nerdom?” Claire asked Seth.
“Yeah, Grant is having cold, well colder feet I guess since he is already cold blooded, but anyways he’s having doubts about this whole lawsuit slash spokes-vampire for you deal.” Seth replied.
“Oh really?” Claire said rather agitated. “You tell him after all I’ve been through, he better follow through or else I’ll see to it he’s staked in Winston Churchill Square for Chief Van Danzig’s amusement!”
“Wow” Seth said in amazement. “Good thing I didn’t call asking if this was City Wok and ordered the ‘Cream of Sum Yung Guy”
“Not funny, Seth!” Claire fumed as she hung up the phone. Claire then went onto her couch and dug out her laptop from a pile of magazines on the coffee table. She began to type away on the opening lines of her legal declaration when an instant message screen popped on, giving a link and a message “you ought to see this.” Curiosity got the better of Claire as she clicked on the link, which a video of a recent testimonial from Pastor William Love. “… We support Edmonton Police Chief Van Danzig in his war with the fangers, fang bangers, and all immoral citizens of this doomed nation! Leviticus eleven, thirteen to nineteen – ‘And these are they which ye shall have in abomination among the fowls; they shall not be eaten, they are an abomination: the eagle, and the ossifrage, and the osprey, and the vulture, and the kite after his kind; every raven after his kind; and the owl, and the night hawk, and the cuckow, and the hawk after his kind, and the little owl, and the cormorant, and the great owl, and the swan, and the pelican, and the gier eagle, and the stork, the heron after her kind, and the lapwing, and the bat.’ You indulge in whorish activities with those fangers, you deserve to feel the wrath of God and burn in hell with all the demons who you allow to walk your streets and infect your whores with their fang feces…” Claire turned off the video player on her computer and nearly tossed the hate-filled device across the room. Claire began to sob once again, feeling lost and confused about her cause. A cause that lately seen everything around her violated by those violently opposed to her belief system.
Sergei Koloff worked alone inside the cold case files in the downtown police headquarters. Early morning saw Sergei busy getting briefing notes from the chief in regards to his new assignment as head of vampire training. Despite Sergei’s insistence that vampire fighting is not his forte, the chief wanted him on as a supernatural creature combat expert. Van Danzig also offered carte blanche to Sergei in terms of investigating all werewolf or wolf activities in the city limits. Back in 2005 when the first body was discovered in what would become known as the Mill Creek Ravine Reaper case, initial reports indicated a wolf or some other canine had been a primary suspect. However, some of the bodies were too badly torn up or decayed for the medical examiner to conclusively come to any definite causes of death. “Interesting,” Sergei said aloud, but since he was in the bowels of the filing room, no one was there to hear it. A tiny Filipina paralegal showed up and brought a fair-sized accordion folder with more files and information to Sergei. Sergei nodded in appreciation of the paralegal’s attention to detail as she smiled back at him. Sergei then opened the folder and started to comb through its contents. In there was more files containing information on other victims from the case he was looking into.
“Interesting,” Sergei once again said aloud. He began to notice a couple of patterns about each victim. The first pattern was most of the victims themselves were persons either convicted of or suspected of various sex crimes – mostly involving children or women. What was even more puzzling to Sergei was that the original person of interest – a man named Bryan Daniels, a victims’ rights advocate – was found dead from a self-inflicted gunshot to the head. After Mister Daniels’ death, the body count from the Mill Creek Reaper case came to a halt. “I must ask them all about this case,” Sergei muttered to himself as three last names of investigating officers occurred the most in all of the cases: Newhart, Fererra, and Russo.
Angie Newhart, whose name was the most appearing in the investigations of the bodies found in the ravine, was the first to be questioned by Sergei. “Bryan Daniels, huh?” she asked, like it was as if the name was a ghost from the past. “He was a good man. Did a lot of work helping victims of sex abuse and assault recover. Worked mostly with children and teens. His methods were a little… unconventional.”
“How so?” Sergei asked, hoping to gain more of a perspective.
“Basically, he went to great lengths to expose sex offenders and pedophiles,” Angie answered. “At one point he crossed the line from being a neighborhood watchdog to a vigilante.”
“Ah, so was he ever more than a person of interest in the Mill Creek case?”
“Some of the bodies found in the Ravine Reaper case did belong to a few men targeted by Daniels. He was to be brought in for further questioning, but he was found dead in his home the next day. Shortly after that, the body count dwindled and stopped all together and the case was unofficially closed.”
“But what about the other bodies?” Sergei questioned Angie. “Other bodies were found to have been torn apart by some form of canine or wolf.”
Angie explained “Well Mister Daniels did own three dogs. Two of them were a Mastiff/Rottweiler cross, the other one was a Malamute/wolf mix. All three dogs had a history of being overly aggressive and several complaints were made by neighbors to animal bylaw officers.”
“So circumstantial evidence led to the case being quickly dismissed then?” Sergei asked.
“Well like I said, the killings stopped after his death. He had the motive and possibly the murder weapons there with his dog pack. Like my dad used to always say – if it looks like a duck, well you know the rest right?” Angie replied back and then added “Although off the record, no matter whatever or whomever was responsible for those murders, they made my job a helluva lot easier to do.”
“So I noticed,” Sergei noted. “A lot of the victims were being investigated by you and Detective Russo. Whatever happened with your partnership with her?”
“With Kaitlyn?” Angie asked and then went on to answer. “She took the Daniels death a little too hard and went on stress leave. When she came back from it, she asked to be transferred over into homicide. Less hard-luck stories in that department I guess.”
“Interesting,” Sergei said as he made a mental note about Kaitlyn’s reaction, time of her leave of absence, and the sheer coincidence in its timing of the end of the body count.
Kaitlyn Russo and Cameron Swift drove up to the gates of the Stanfields’ estate, deeply secluded in the old Glenora neighborhood. Cameron, who was driving the car, stopped right at the gate and waited until it opened automatically. He continued to drive down the long road that took them to the main residence, a large house mixed with gothic and modern styles. Cameron pulled up to the steps of the house and stopped right there. He and Kaitlyn got out of the car, both looking amazed at the house. “Makes sense I suppose,” Cameron said in awe. “Place has got a real Wayne Manor vibe to it.”
“Yeah, even when I used to jog around here, I always got the willies when passing by here” Kaitlyn said as the two of them made their way up the stone steps and up to a giant wooden door. As if it was expecting visitors, the door slightly opened itself and revealed a tall, husky-built bald man behind it. “May I help you?” he asked the two officers as they took out their police credentials. “Detectives Swift and Russo,” Kaitlyn said, “We’re here to see Clarice Stanfield.”
“Ah yes, madame is just waking up now,” the man said as he motioned for them to follow him in. “Wait here and I shall fetch her,” he then instructed Cameron and Kaitlyn. The two of them stood in the lobby of the house, noticing once again the combination of old and new styles.
“Always heard the Stanfields were the Kennedys of Canada.” Cameron said as he noticed a lot of artwork hanging on the wall.
“Actually, I prefer to think of the Kennedys as the Stanfields of Martha’s Vineyard,” Clarice Stanfield said, as she emerged from behind a sliding door off to the side. “Detective Russo, always a pleasure to see you,” she said to Kaitlyn and then looking at Cameron “You, I haven’t had the chance to ever see you before.”
Cameron introduced himself “Detective Swift, ma’am. We’re here to ask you about your son Xavier.”
“What has he done now?” Clarice asked, sounding disappointed.
“He’s a suspect in a current investigation involving an attack on a massage parlor worker,” Kaitlyn answered.
“Isn’t that a bit out of your area of homicide, Miss Russo?” Clarice asked.
“Considering you were so grateful for me standing up for another family member, I was hoping you would repay the favor and tell us where he is.” Kaitlyn replied back.
“I see. Well, I haven’t seen him since last Friday. We had an argument and well, you know what children are like.” Clarice told them.
“We also believe he has been responsible for similar attacks involving members of the sex trade industry,” Cameron added.
“I knew that habit of his was bad,” Clarice said with disappointment in her tone. “Even when I was nursing him, back before we all became vampires, he always bit too hard. I tried to correct him but nothing seemed to work.”
“I see,” Cameron said. He then removed from his coat pocket the sketch artist’s rendition of Anya. “Have you seen her as well, possibly around or with your son?”
“Well that explains it all,” Clarice said. “I knew she was trouble the first time I met her. I forbade any of my family members to associate themselves with her.”
“Any idea where she might be?” Kaitlyn asked.
“Rumor has it that my fellow people have recently reinstated her as sheriff of our community. She usually hangs around a club my other son Alexis owns.” Clarice stated
“Wait a minute, you don’t allow anyone from your family to associate with her yet she has made a club your son owns her place of operations?” asked Cameron.
“I swear all she does it try and get under my skin on purpose,” Clarice commented. “But sadly I am legally powerless to do anything about it.”
“Well then, looks like this club is the place to first start.” Cameron said as Clarice wrote an address down on a small piece of paper. She then handed it Cameron, who nodded and put the paper in his pocket. “Anything else I can be of service to you two?” Clarice asked.
“Nah, think we’re good here,” Cameron said as Kaitlyn nodded. The two of them began to walk off as Clarice then said, “Detective Russo, may I see you for a moment? In private.” Confused, Kaitlyn mouthed “Is it alright?” to Cameron. He nodded his approval as he and Kaitlyn went their separate ways. Once Cameron was out of the house, Clarice breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness he is gone. Now we can have a nice little chat, just us girls,” she said to a bewildered Kaitlyn. “What do you want?” Kaitlyn asked, wanting to get straight to the point.
“I would seriously consider taking a vampire into the club,” Clarice advised. “Despite there being an uneasy alliance between our respective races, there are some who do not share such an open understanding of a lycanthrope walking in with a human into a vampire-controlled night club. Especially if Anya is there.”
“I have a feeling Anya will show me some respect,” Kaitlyn said with a bit of a shiver down her spine, remembering the discomfort she felt as Anya made a pass at her at Sully’s party.
“She is an opportunist at the most,” Clarice warned Kaitlyn. “Someone who sees whatever way the wind blows to know which way to go.”
“I don’t quite follow that last one there,” said a befuddled Kaitlyn.
“Basically, Anya goes whichever way the tide turns,” Clarice clarified.
“Gotcha,” Kaitlyn acknowledged. “In fact, I have just the vampire in mind for this job.”
“Absolutely not!” Grant Roberts replied back to Kaitlyn’s request on the telephone.
“Look, it’s not like I can just pull a random vampire off the street and go into this club!” Kaitlyn pleaded with Grant. “Besides, what better way for you to resolve any issues you have Anya?”
“Speaking of issues, want me to force you into that Yaqui Memory Recovery Ceremony?” Grant asked back. Meanwhile, Seth Rollins appeared and placed the speaker phone button on the cordless phone’s base to the “on” position. Just in time to hear Kaitlyn’s reply: “Look, you know how hard it is to find Yaqui tea in this city?”
“I could get a sack of door knobs and whack you with it, I’m sure it’ll have the same effect.” Seth said with skepticism.
“What the – Am I on speaker phone?!” Kaitlyn said. “Oh, for fuck sakes, Seth!”
“Hey, I’ve been trying to convince Mister Frozen Feet here to carry through his promise to Claire with the lawsuit and being her spokes-vampire” Seth said.
“I just don’t want everything to just blow up in my face if it all falls flat!” Grant said directly to Seth.
“You owe her!” Seth scolded Grant.
“Since when do you care about… wait a minute… did you two ever, ya know?” Grant asked nervously.
“Do the horizontal mambo? No. But I dunno,” Seth said with almost a tone of lament.
“Hey morons, I’m on my cell here going down Groat Road listening to the two of you blabber on about something that has nothing to do with my request!” Kaitlyn shouted rather annoyed with Seth and Grant’s behavior.
“Fine, I’ll go with you. But it better be quick as I got work in a few hours!” Grant told Kaitlyn.
“Great, I gotta get Simon and we’ll come get ya afterwards. Bye!” Kaitlyn said as she hung up her phone. Seth then gave Grant a dirty look.
“What was that for?” Grant asked Seth.
“You’re willing to do whatever for Kaitlyn, but not Claire?” Seth asked.
“Again with this? Look it’s not so much… well, it’s Amy.” Grant answered with reservation.
“What about Miss Moore from ‘cross the pond, mate?” Seth asked with a fake Cockney accent.
“She doesn’t know I’m a vampire. I’m worried the second she finds out, she’ll either throw holy water at me or I’ll get the obligatory ‘You don’t sparkle like Edward’”
“Well then, there is one thing you can do,” Seth said, then paused. He looked up and down at Grant. He then grabbed him by the shoulders and said “Tell her the bloody truth and take the lumps like a man… er… vampire!”
“Look, just let me deal with Anya first, then I’ll deal with this whole lawsuit thing, okay?” Grant said, trying to bargain with Seth’s demand.
“See? Now was that so hard?” Seth said with a smile on his face.
“I gotta tell ya, this is my first time up close to one of your kind.” Simon Fererra told Grant as the two of them, along with Kaitlyn, got out of her car at New City Suburbs – the night club that Clarice Stanfield told her and Cameron earlier about. Grant looked unimpressed by Simon’s apparent ignorance. It didn’t help matters be any better when Simon commented “You sure don’t sparkle like the ones that Stephanie Meyer wrote about.”
“Well, Fererra,” Grant said, holding back a seething rage within him. “Remind me next time to ask you why you’re not on the take or on the Godfather’s payroll, paisano!”
“Woah! Not all Italians are Mafioso!” Fererra snapped back.
“And we all don’t bloody sparkle!” Grant also snapped.
“Hey!” Kaitlyn scolded both of them. “Put the testosterone back in your pants and let’s focus on our purpose here.”
“Yes, let’s get this over with.” Grant said, slightly agitated.
Kaitlyn discussed the plan of attack with Simon and Grant: “Okay? So we’re going in,” she said, looking at Grant, then at Simon “You’ll stay out as backup if needed.”
“Why aren’t I coming in again?” Simon asked.
“Because two humans going in here will raise too much suspicion. Unless you’re into the bite scene.” Kaitlyn reminded Simon. “Plus for some reason, I’m now a folk hero to some of these vamps.”, Kaitlyn added with a smile.
“Want me to get you a pack of menthol cigarettes so you can wow them with your Bonnie Tyler impression?” Simon asked Kaitlyn jokingly.
“No thanks,” Kaitlyn said as she and Grant began to make their way to the club entrance. “Been a non-smoker for five years now and I tend to keep it that way.”
In the club, Kaitlyn and Grant saw quite the crowd of people. A mix of mostly vampires, goths and a few hipsters trying to be in on the trend ironically made up the clientele this evening. Kaitlyn and Grant passed by a couple – male and female – necking and drawing blood from each others respective necks. Kaitlyn looked at them in amazement and did her best to hold in her breath so as to not succumb to her own blood lust. She and Grant eventually came up to a large black male – bald and hugely muscular – whose role appeared to be that of a bouncer or club security. “We’re looking for Anya”, Kaitlyn shouted to the black bouncer.
“She’s busy! No visitors!” the bouncer replied back with a booming bass-like voice.
“Tell her Grant Roberts is here to see her!” Kaitlyn shouted back as she gently nudged Grant forward, who still seemed reluctant to go ahead with this plan. But by name dropping Grant changed the bouncer’s tune as he motioned for them to follow him behind the bar and back into the storage room area of the club. On the left side of the room, the bouncer opened a door and led them into a room. In this room was Anya, wearing a skin tight red and black pant suit with a fur coat, sitting on a throne-like chair. On her left side was an unknown half naked man with a straw stuck in his neck, which Anya was using it to drink blood like a child would drink from a juice box. On her right side was Xavier Stanfield, who had his head on Anya’s lap. Anya stroked and caressed his head as if he was a pet. She stopped sucking from the straw once she realized she now had guests. She scolded the bouncer “When I say ‘No Visitors!’, I damn well mean…” but stopped her tirade once she realized he had brought forth Grant and Kaitlyn. “Well, well, well” Anya said, looking first at Grant, “My own prodigal son has come back to mommy. Too bad he also brought along his pet!” she said, looking directly at Kaitlyn.
“Drop the act,” Kaitlyn coldly told Anya. “We’re here for him”, she said pointing at Xavier.
“What’s she talking about?” Xavier asked naively to Anya.
“Beats me. But to me it sounds like someone here is about to make a terrible mistake,” Anya said once again staring directly at Kaitlyn.
“Look, we can do this the easy way or the hard way – he comes with me peacefully or we take him by force.” Kaitlyn told Anya as an ultimatum of sorts.
“Due process, sweetie,” Anya chided Kaitlyn. “Tell me why you want him so bad and I might consider giving him up.”
“He’s wanted for questioning in regards to a series of bite attacks on various working girls,” Kaitlyn said.
“Ohh, you naughty, naughty boy!” Anya mockingly scolded Xavier. “For a moment here, I thought the old broad sent you back here to reattach the umbilical chord she kept on him for so long,” she added, referring to Clarice Stanfield.
“And actually you also are wanted for questioning.” Kaitlyn said to Anya.
“Hey, I’m merely his chauffeur and companion. Whatever he does in the privacy with those gutter skanks is his business!” Anya dismissively told Kaitlyn, and then looked into Xavier’s eyes. “As long as he knows where the real goods are in the end is all that matters to me,” Anya added.
Kaitlyn said with urgency “Then all I ask is he comes with me and…”
Anya got up from her chair and stormed towards Kaitlyn, interrupting her “And what? Be subjected to normal mortal laws? Forget that! You’re going to have to take us both by force, but I bet that was your whole plan from the get go wasn’t it?” Anya then stared right into Kaitlyn’s eyes. Knowing full in well what Anya was doing, Grant fully spoke up and pleaded “Whatever you’re doing, stop it now!” Meanwhile, Kaitlyn felt frozen and trapped, unable to move as Anya approached towards her closer and closer.
“Stop what now?” Anya asked as she slithered behind Kaitlyn, whispering in her ear. “Do you really think you can stop us with a few well-trained men?” Anya asked and continued. “Do you really want their blood spilled? I bet you do. How long has it been since you felt the real thrill of the hunt? And I’m not talking about that knuckleheaded goofball you only grazed. Didn’t you just want to reveal him the true beast in you?”
Kaitlyn felt powerless and unable to move as Anya continued her trance-like grip she now had on her. Kaitlyn did feel her heartbeat rapidly increasing. Grant once again begged, “She has nothing to do with us! Leave her out of this!”
Anya ignored Grant as she continued. “Didn’t you just want to rip him to shreds after what he did to that poor innocent Claire Sawyer?”
“Anya, if you have any decency left in you, just drop this now!” Grant said with urgency.
Still ignoring everything, Anya continued on: "The way he just forced himself into her. With each of her pleas for mercy being ignored. Didn’t you want to avenge her loss of innocence? Just like all those countless women and children who lost theirs and you avenged them?” Kaitlyn began to breathe rapidly and shallowly. She could feel her heartbeat increasing more and more, almost as if it was ready to explode from her chest.
“You’re going to end up killing her!” Grant screamed in fear.
“Or maybe it is time for you to avenge your own loss of innocence. Yes, find that boy who saw such an easy target. Make him pay for what he did to you that fateful night.” Anya said to Kaitlyn, who was completely paralyzed. Kaitlyn’s breathing became more rapid and visible as her chest kept expanding and contracting with each breath. “Yes,” Anya cooed softly as her hands wrapped around Kaitlyn’s waist and slowly felt their way up to her breasts. “Give in to that primal urge like you did five years ago! Make them all pay for what you allowed yourself to become!” Having both seen and heard enough, and knowing that Anya could not be reasoned with rationally, Grant spear tackled Anya away from Kaitlyn. Broken free from the trance, Kaitlyn took in a huge gasp of air for relief. She shook her head, feeling dizzy and uncertain as to what happened.
“Always the killjoy, aren’t you?” Anya asked Grant, who ensured she was unable to move by pinning her wrists down with as much of his weight as he could. Still feeling uncoordinated, Kaitlyn sat down on a nearby chair to gather her bearings. Still on top of Anya, Grant asked towards Kaitlyn “You alright.”
“Yeah, I think so, what the hell just happened?” Kaitlyn asked.
“You don’t really want to know,” Grant told her.
“It was just some harmless fun,” Anya said to Grant. “Now you and me, on the other hand, we have sixty years worth of making up to do,” she said to Grant in a very sultry tone.
“Yes, but first Detective Russo here is going to take Xavier in for some questioning, right?” Grant asked Anya. With some reservation, Anya changed her tune and said “Fine! Go with the nice lady there, junior. I’m sure we’ll be able to get you out in due time.”
“If that is what you want, mommy,” Xavier said, who then willfully gave himself up to Kaitlyn once she was able to stand up without feeling tipsy. The bouncer began to escort Kaitlyn and Xavier out from the room as Anya instructed the bouncer “Just be discrete about it. Don’t need our patrons to think we’re going to be raided.”
“You coming with us?” Kaitlyn asked Grant.
“In a moment,” Grant replied back. “Just got some catching up to do.” Kaitlyn nodded in understanding as she left. With the door closed, Grant got off from being on top of Anya and paced back and forth. Anya remained on the floor, seductively trying to entice Grant to being back down with her. “Still the same ol’ Grant,” Anya said with some disdain. “Always showing compassion for the weak.”
“You had no right to do what you did to her!” Grant scolded Anya.
“Which was what? Trying to convince her to quit living a lie? To be thine own self be true? Oh, don’t tell me… you have feelings for that thing?” Anya asked in disgust.
“Just leave her, or anyone else that means something to me for that matter, alone!” Grant said as a warning. “Besides I thought you wanted to reconcile.”
“Reconcile? Me? When have you ever known me to give in to anyone… without getting something out of it for myself?” Anya asked.
“What do you want from me then?” Grant asked back.
“Word on the street is you are taking the normal mortals to court for their years of making us look unfavorable. That, and you are also joining that reprehensible pro-rights movement.” Anya replied with disdain.
“I thought of all people to be in favor of being treated as an equal would be you”
“’All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.’ Orwell, ‘Animal Farm’. Don’t you get it, my sweet child? We are more than just creatures from the depths of hell who happen to walk the earth,” Anya said as she came close to Grant, then dragged her fingers down the middle of his chest. “We are so much more better than they will ever be. Come back home, Grant. Be with your own kind. Let me undo the mistakes I made when I first turned you.”
“At times I thought about always coming back to you,” Grant said as he grabbed Anya’s hand and gently rebuked her advances. “But what you did tonight to Kaitlyn, and as painful as it will be for me, it has made me more resolved to let the world know we are all not sparkly, blood-thirsty, and promiscuous.”
Anya rolled her eyes and sighed as she replied back “Oh spare me your holier-than-thou rhetoric! You are as much of a negative archetype to your own kind – the remorseful vampire with a conscience.”
“I always told you we could be so much more than what we have allowed ourselves to be. Maybe now is the time for change after all.”
“Please!” Anya scoffed. “Normal mortals fear change! Even a Negro became president of the United States running on a campaign of hope and change, and nothing has changed there. There is even talk of them lynching the poor spook. Hmm, maybe I should reserve front row seats for that day? What do you think?”
“You’re as insane as ever,” Grant said with regret.
“Well, be that as it may. Once you see what I already know about these normal mortals, you’ll come back. Once you see their true nature, you’ll be begging me to allow you to be at my side again. And best of all, you’ll be at my favorite position for my followers – on your hands and knees.” Anya told Grant as she resumed her position on the throne and started to suck from the straw in the half-naked man’s neck. Grant quietly left the room as Anya blew him a kiss. Once he was gone, a pale-faced ghoul appeared with a telephone. “Phone call for you, mistress,” the ghoul said to Anya. Anya took the phone and spoke “What? Yes, they were here already. Everything has gone down according to plan. I’ll meet our Russian friends at the designated point and we shall proceed as planned.” Anya hung up the phone and smiled. “If he wants change,” she said aloud, “Then we shall enact the change I want tonight!”
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