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Solomon watched his dark haired angel sit in on her fire escape starring at the stars in the night’s sky as the warm summer wind blew through the sleeping city; he endlessly gazed on her dark features like a cat preying upon an unsuspecting mouse out for an evening run. Her eye’s sparkled like blue sapphires burning in the dark sky, she slowly sipped her cool drink in the burning night with two lips that spoke nothing but poetry as they with drew the cool refreshing glass of water. In the alley below light hearted laughter rumbled echoed off the walls of the alley over the soft music playing in the warm summer’s night like a violin in the hall of great ballroom. Solomon watched his angel as she tried to cool her soft body with a small paper fan, if beauty was in a rose, than her beauty would be an endless field of red roses.

She stood up stretching her tired and sensual body in the moon light; her simple white dress exposed her breath taking and elegant features in the shadows of the night’s sky. Her body was worthy of a sonnet written by the goddess Venus herself. Solomon’s heart shattered as if his very heart was glass crashing down on the hard floor of reality, as he would never know love of her touch or taste the sweetness of her kiss. She leaned over her railing as her long black hair fell upon her face as she watched a cat jump from roof-top to roof-top beautiful grace. A smile came across her face as she watched this night creature playing in the moon light, that smile ached in Solomon’s heart like a thousand knives stabbing his chest. She laughed as the cat leaped across the alley way in to her arms, that laugh rang in the night like the church bells of a quite Sunday morning. Her smile and laughter sang to Solomon as if it was a choir of Angels singing upon the gates of heaven.

Than with a crack that split the night, the warm dark sky turned to a soft warm rain. As the thunder cracked and the lighting lit up the night, in moments her simple white dress gripped her warm soft body tightly, her hair was wet with rain and the warm water covered every inch of her body as she raised her arms in embrace of the waters. Her hands moved through her hair as her body erotically moved with the rain in almost dance, the rain rolled of her soft skin as she moved her hands across her figure. Solomon lowered his head, maybe it was the rain in his eye’s, the heat of the moment, or the undying passion in his heart what ever the reason he could no longer watch his angel. His heart was beating with the speed of a caged predator, the lighting flashed in the night like a shooting star as he stood tall like the Colossus of Rome. A menacing phantom appeared upon her vision. Her kind face quickly turned to fear in a single heart beat. With another titanic thunder clap, she saw his face and witnessed a single tear fall upon his cheek. Than just as the night went dark another great lighting strike filled the sky and the unknown phantom was gone, all that remand was a single blood rose on the rail of her fire escape. Solomon’s angel held the rose in her hand as she searched the roof tops from her fire escape as the rain stopped and the night went silent. There was not a trace of her phantom, only a single rose on a warm summer’s night.

Every now and than some young punk kid wants to make a name for himself/herself weither they are Vampire, Lycan, Mage, or Slayer. They hear about you and than the next thing you know your holding their heart in one hand, and eating the rest of it from your left. This has been this way for years and it will never stop, i remember the first time I had to put down this young wizard. He was a grout and working for The Nazi's back in 1940, Paris, France. The Nazis were holding France and Europe was following right behind France. The Baron sent me to make sure our black market opperations were doing what they could to make sure the French underground had what they needed to throw Hitler out of France.

When I got off the plane I was arrested and held by the Germans to make sure I was not a spy, well I was a spy but for someone that actually had power. Anyway, I'm sittin in this office see. Germans no sence of humer from those guys, I made a little joke about Hitler looking like a Jack Ass when I got punched in my mouth by this 6foot5 grout. I have always said being ounched in the face is not fun, especally when the fella that hits you breaks your last ciggerette.

As I was laying on the floor hand cuffed my mind was going in a million different places, "Did I pack my tooth brush, man that skirt on the plane was a looker, wonder if I still have my flask with that cute girl's blood in it." They picked me up and threw me on the ground again, "what was the point of that?". I said while on the floor again. "Are you verking for sei Americana?" The great big German said. "Speak english Jerk, you Nazi's if your gonna try to take over the world at least learn to speak American, whats amatter, too tall, air to thin up there that it's slowing fown your brain, louse."

Right as he was going to smack me in the puss again, this young lookin redheaded German walked into the room. "I apologize Mr.Mesa, Freddrick gets carried away sometimes" He said smiling at me, "A jerk that big gets carried away, what carries him away a tank?" Red laughed at my comment and nodded his head, "So, Mr.Mesa I have been going over some of your information here, it seems your some what of a gun slinger, how I love the American cowboy films, heading people off in the pass partner! (Oh no, he is a moron) Your guns are nice, and your flask of blood is interesting."

Sweet Georgia brown at that moment I thought my number was up. "This ring (he was holding the ring that the Baron gave me) This is a nobleman's crest. Keeran I think, Irish noble. Found on your right hand, so that would make you a Vampire." The rat said while smiling at me, "Your the real Solomon Mesa,(his jaw dropped like I was Billy The Kid) I have heard of you, warrior-protector, a very respected Death Dealer. Your ring would make a nice trophy." With out thinking I broke a leg off the table and stabbed the great big tall German, as I moved for Red a bullet of lighting flashed from his hand and knocked me out.

I woke up in a court yard with my guns on a table, "Wake up Mr.Mesa I would like to speak with you" As I got to my feet it was day light, my sences are dulled in the sunlight appose to night where I can run after someone across roof tops with my eyes closed. I put on my dark glasses, "Mr. Mesa you known as a fast draw and an accurate shot, I admire these things and I have a fond love for the western pictures. I am as you American's say'Calling you out". I looked around and saw he had no guns, and I kept my eyes on the roof tops. "SO what are you gonna use Red? Your good looks?" He laughed "No Mr.Mesa, I am going to use Magic, it is going to be a shame to kill you when you all you have to do is swear yourself to the glory of Hitler and The Reich." He looked at me with hope in his eyes, "Sorry I dont care for assholes" I said while laughing.

We starred one another down for what felt like an hour, than it happened. I saw it coming and I am not sure if he saw it until it was too late. A stray fighter plane was hit and it was heading right for the court yard and Red had his back facing the world of shit that was headed right for him. I ran and landed in a sewer tunnel, after cleaning myself off and staying at a hotel I found out the brittish tried to invade France but got pushed back. The Pilot that was in the SpitFire turned out to be an old friend from WW1 and bailed out just in time.

'Twas the night before Christmas, I always liked that poem. And it was the night before christmas in 1949, the snow was falling down like white rose peddles. I was inside The Baron's house infront of the fire, the children were playing upstairs and The good Baron and the Baroness were at the black and white ball in the city. We had a Christmas tree, it was mainly for the girls. I just got done listening to "The Incredable Bekersons" holiday show.

When I was a kid we did not celebrate christmas at the crooked boy's home I grew up in New York. It was not until I became emplyed with The Baron I even had abirthday.

So like I said it was the night before christmas and the girls were playing upstairs. I took the girls their dinner, those girls used to drive me nuts, but I loved them like they were my own. The youngest, Rebecca came running to me and she was crying. I put down the try and wiped her tears away from her cheek. "Hey doll face, why are you crying?" She looked up with those baby blue eye's and smiled, that is when I got hit with the toughest question I had ever heard. "Solly, will Santa visit us? Does he like vampire children?" I stood up and took her by the hand and walked her to the dinning room. "Well kid, (I had no idea what to say, the idea of some Johnny that breaks into a house and leaves toys and just takes a few cookies made no sence to me.) You know, he likes all kinds of children."

Rebecca smiled at me, she looked so cute. Her fangs were starting to come in, that made her more cute. I gave her dinner and rounded up the other girls and gave them their blood for the evening. Rebecca's question made me wonder if The Baron had bought gifts. I know he did and I had no idea if any of them were from Santa Claus. So I had formed a half thought out plan, "Listen girls, I got to run out for a few minutes. No fooling around and no killing any random people walkin infront of the house! I mean it this time!" The oldest Sandra looked at me and whined, "Oh, come on Solly, just one, please." Those girls, more than a handful. "No way, (that is when all three gave me the look, that look that made me say) ok, just one and you have to split three ways, I will be right back."

I pulled up infront of a toystore, I looked around and made my way to the back door. The door opened really easy, I walked around the toy store and picked up a lot of random things. Toy bears, dolls, all kinds of things. Than I spent the next ten minutes wrapping up the presents and putting nice bows on them. On my way out I saw a picture of the store owner with his son, the kid was in a wheel chair. I took a pen and a piece of paper and left a note along with about five hundered dollers.

When I got back the girls had been sitting in the reading room listening to the radio and in front of the fire place asleep. I put the toys in their rooms and than put them in their coffins. When I got back down stairs, Duke Elintion was on the radio playing softly. The Baron andhis wife got home shortly after, I greeted them said a few words and they headed for their coffins. When the sun came up I was shovling the snow and then I saw a note on the door of the house, it read: "Your a nice person to look out for my children, Merry Christmas Solomon." signed The House of Keeran. On the other side was a picture of me in a Santa hat smoking a pipe, it said "love, Rebecca".

It is a little after midnight and here I am waiting. I have been on this roof top for four hours, how long is this johnny gonna be? All i got my smokes, my music on this ipod thing The Baron's daughter rigged up for me,"Geln Miller" thats sweet she remembered, and my colt. Man I am hungery and the blood I got in my flask got cold, how long does it take to see a mistress? Stupid god damn human, so predictable, they all get horny way too much. Sweet Georgia brown I am hungery but nothing but two-bit bums, they leave a really bad after taste after.

Stay on the job Sol, get your head out of your gut, alothough a healthy college girl does sound tasty. God damn it how do I work this stupid ipod thing, just when i got used to cd's those egg heads came up something else to make my life more difficult. Of Corse I miss records and phonograph's, come thing about it I miss listening to my radio comedy show's. And when pictures used to have one news reel, than three or four cartoon's than the movie. Who am I kidding I am a relic, I know that is what the young death dealers call me. Screw 'em, two-bit kids, last kid I had up here took out the target and left a witness. Stupid fucking kid vampires, they don't have what it takes to do this work. When I was coming up you worked your way, now they all want to be Lords or Barons or some kind of Kingpin.

Wait here he comes, look at this dumb johnny, you really think after a fella rips off a Vampire Baron he might leave town, but here he is screwing his girlfriend, wonder if his wife know's?











(As the man enters the alley and walks to his car, Solomon then jumps down from the roof top of a nine story apartment building and lands on his feet in the small alley way. He ajusts his fedora hat and unbuttons his over-coat as he reachs for his side arm. The man see's a large mencing shadow appear from the street light, the shadow blankets the man in darkness. Than man turns to see the enterance of the alley way, than as he turns back to his car he see's the red eye's of Solomon. The man tries to scream as Solomon grips his neck and breaks it. One minute later Solomon walk's out of the alley alone.)





Maybe I might get lucky and some cute coed will be walking home from the bars, no. I'll make the call than I'll get something to eat.