A single red light bulb hung above a stairwell that led to an entrance below street level. It looked eerily like an entrance to a tomb. The whole area had an emptiness to it, even the local feral cats were afraid of the place. I leaned up against a building that was across the street from the entrance, waiting. I tried to blend in with my surroundings and went unnoticed. Eventually the sky darkened to where the sun was just a fading memory, its light a purple haze to the west, while the stars tried to poke through the black curtain of space. The red bulb that hung above the stairwell abruptly turned on and I watched three people, each one different in age, race and (according to the clothes they wore) social status. They walked down and seemingly disappeared. I reached into my pocket and rubbed the coin there then I pushed myself from the wall and went across the street. As I looked down the stairwell I saw a large man standing at the bottom, waiting patiently. His pale skin and statue like stillness targeted him as a vampire. He wore black sunglasses and a nice suit. His athletic frame stretched its fabric. I went down the steps and stood about five feet from the vampire bouncer. “Invitation?” He asked, his voice was like a sweet lie, it had a softness to it that masked a gravelly dryness. “I don’t have an invitation. I’m here to see Agatha.” I said waiting for the reaction I knew saying her name would entice. Vampires are stronger than werewolves, faster than werewolves and had a few neat tricks that werewolves didn’t. They had some pretty devastating weaknesses to. Crosses and silver do nothing, but sunlight and garlic can kill them and kick their ass in that order. When he came for me I was ready. I knew he would, but his speed still surprised me. I took Neal’s advice seriously and made sure I was quicker. While we talked I reached in the pocket not housing the coin and grabbed the handful of garlic powder I had picked up at the airport. He moved with the quickness of a cobra, but I was his mongoose. His hand flashed up, straight for my throat, but I side stepped and reached out with my garlic hand and grabbed his wrist and used his own momentum to slam his face into the brick stairwell behind me. The instant my hand touched his wrist I saw pain in his face, far more pain than hitting a wall gave him. I pinned him there with my own strength and said into his ear. “I’m only going to say this one more time. I’m here to see Agatha, she owes of me a debt, I carry a coin with me that ensures an audience and safe passage. If you come at me again you will be violating coven law and Agatha’s decree.” I held on for another second before pushing away from him. He turned on me instantly and for a second I thought he was going to attack again, but controlled himself. His glasses had broken during the scuffle and his eyes flashed bright silver, almost like lights, before they dimmed to their normal spooky shade. “Show me the coin or you will die where you stand.” He ground out. Vampires were sticklers for laws and decrees. It was actually something I liked about them; at least I knew they were consistent. I reached into my pocket and held out the golden coin, letting him see it. He narrowed his eyes and went very still for a few seconds before refocusing on me. “Lady Agatha gives you permission to enter; she waits for you in the back.” He said, stepping aside while still trying to kill me with his glare. Atlanteans were not immune to a vampires gaze, but we did have a tolerance for it. It would take one with far more power than this bouncer to get inside my skull and I was walking straight towards one who could
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