London For two weeks we did everything as usual. Every night right at sundown we hit different location and as always, I was the bait. Every immortal in the city had been in my presence I swear....Ok maybe not but it felt like it. I felt as seedy as the bars we frequented. I had to ask around for a drug I had no clue about or its affects. Most of the douche bags I dealt with would hook me up with ecstasy or weed, one even tried to get me to buy some meth. By the end of every night, I would meet the morning sunrise with a scolding hot shower and a new bar of Dial. Nothing ever came from my hard work though, it was always the same. Tonight at least we were hitting a classy place, classy by Vampire standards. Doubt was owned and operated by a major Vampire kingpin named Klem. He was Russian, old and had a major following of Nex he had turned himself. Cash had known Klem for a few hundred years and they had a strange relationship.
