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I have said this before and I will say it again, Ladies make the best hired guns. I have had a lot of people take shots at me: Lycans, Slayers, Mages, Witch-Doctors, Gun Slingers, Mob Goons, but you ladies however. You ladies always seem to get the best shots in, why? Is it because your better than most, or maybe your really that good.

I was in this Cafe once in Paris. I was waiting for my target to come out of his hotel when she walked on the street. This doll was one hot number, she made the best starlet look like a five&dime coat check girl. She wore this black dress that fit in all the right places, more curves than a california coast line highway.

She sat down right across from me, her perfume was like a whole feild of blood roses, her hair was as black as a raven's wing at midnight. Her lips looked like a glass of blood against her lighten skin, she had on dark glasses on. Behind those glasses a pair of the greenest eyes that sparkled like emeralds. She was more breath taking than Paris at sunset.

I looked at her and thought she was the bee's knee's, she had me so spell bound I almost missed my target. Then I saw my taget, my boss wanted this short vampire taken out for the crime of Treason Against House Keeran. The short story on this fella was he roughed up a Keeran woman, and since the Keerans did buisness with my boss, a hit was ordered.

My target started to walk down the street and i followed keeping my distance, than he ducked down an alley. I made the turn, reached for my piece and was greeted by the woman from the cafe, along with a kick right in the face. I hit the ground like a brick, the target was gone but the woman was still there. I got to my feet and was greeted again with a kick to the ribs and then across the face. She knocked me right in a god damn wall, as she ran at me I moved quickly and aimed my gun, she cut it right in half with her blade.

She swong at me and I grabbed her hand and she gripped my other hand. Than she sank her fangs into my neck and pulled back. "Your a vampire!" She said with my blood in her mouth, "Yes I am! and So are you!" I said with a smile as I hurled her into a parked car. She than hot wired the car and gunned it at me, I stopped it right on a dime by catching the front end, that is what sent her right through the windsheild. She landed right on top of me and smiled, "Next time (as she licked my lips) I will kill you not play with you!"

She jumped off me and went right into the air and flew off, when I got to my feet a picture of me floated down next to my feet. On the back it said, 'Your fun, but your a lot harder to hurt than expected, kisses'. She was really good, she was not just good she was great.

New Orleans is one of those cities that is the equal to Paris and Athens, A very old town with a huanted history of Gamblers, Hustlers, Sharks, Whales, Witch Doctors, and Vampires. On any night you can walk in the back alley ways and undergrounds of this vast sizzling city.

Once upon a time in 1931, I was in this hot city checking up on my then employers businesses. The Vampire House I served owned a number of booking houses and gambling joints all over the city. The take was down and My Baron wanted to know why, so he sent me. In the back allies hidden passages are where the criminal element hide out while day light shinnes on the main streets. Most knew that the super-natural hide in the same places, you could buy wolf-bane and reefer with in ten feet of one another.

I stepped into an ally and made my way through a back woods card house/ speak easy, in the back room the boss of the nabiorhood knew i was coming, this witch-doctor would rather kill me then look at me. But then he knew that it would start a war that he would loose. "Solomon Mesa, dee half-breed, what does the enforcer of Baron Von Houn want wit me."

I had three guns on me two with silver bullets and the third with some kind of magic in the caseing. "My boss wants to make sure you know we are in business now and we our offering you 30%. No more no less you run the joints as you see fit, we take care of any problems." Out of the corner of my left eye I saw a very tall Lycan walking my way, "I hear you half-breed, day walker too, what kind of problems you tink you can take care tat i can not."

With out warning I spun around and hurled my left fist into the tall Lycan's chest. Then shot him, "That kind of problem"

It was 1953, and I was in Canada on a job for my than boss. Job:Bring the little vampire princess back to her old man and try not to kill too many people. So here I was outside of Victoria in B.C. walking. The rotten fucking car I had died and I was on foot in the middle of the god damn rain, I dont mind the rain but then i like my smokes dry. So I find this address where the little 16yr old is staying. She opened the door and looked right in my eyes. "My father sent you didn't he?" She had a sweet voice, but this voice was all anger, "look kid I walk 12 god damn miles and I could due with a rest and a warm bath.

She started to smile and then covered her mouth, she just started turning a pure blood vampires do in there mid to late teens. She starts crying and leaps into my arms, "I dont want to be a vampire! Granpa told me what they tried to do to him, I dont want to be burned!" For the first time I felt bad for someone i never knew, this poor kid I thought. Her and I talked for hours, then when morning came I put her in her coffin. As she slept, I stole a truck and loaded her up. When night fell, I more or less taught her how to be strong and how to be tough.

Long story short she grew up and became the leader of her fathers house. She sent for me a few years ago, she grew up and was beautiful. She had me bodygaurd for her son, until he ran off with a mortal girl. Sooner or later, she will send me after him and bring him home.

that is what I do and that is just another job.

It was back in the middle of WW2 and I was riding the rails from Mississippi to Arizona tracking down this knuckle head who stole some money from this Vampire Baron I was working for. For some damn reason I always liked trains, it was a little after 4 am when the train stopped at some two-bit station. "oh fuck, it's Army!" I thought, you see back then Hitler was winning the war and The D Day invasion was a three years away. And Uncle Sam was drafting any one they could find and just my fucking luck they found me.

They took me off the train and put me in this room with a few gaurds, "So you pricks like fucking with a hard working american?" Back in the shadows I hear "Your hardly a hard working american, your a hired goon." This dick head Officer comes up to me, "I am with the O.S.S. we know who you are Mr. Mesa, and whats more we know what you are." I lite a ciggerette as he sat down, no good cock sucker looked like Clark Gable after a night of hard livin.

"There are not too many of us in Washington that know Vampires have come to these shores, we also know that the major Vampire Houses are fleeing to America by the hundreds. Why is that?" He looked at me like I was some high ranking Vampire. "No clue, maybe it's for the weather?" I said, then I felt a steal bar smack me in the back. I fell over, not from the pain, I really didn't feel much of anything. "Nice try pussy, but I have not felt any real pain since I was bit. Look fella, I answered your question and I got hit. So charge me or fuck off!" The cock-sucker that hit me crushed my last smoke, "Mr.Mesa, I just want to know where your loyalities are. America or your kind?"

So I leaned in and looked at him dead in his eyes, "I am loyal to me." Then I got up and killed everyone in the room, worst meal i ever had. Moral of the story is, don't take or break a vampire's last ciggerette.