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The deed was done. He rolled over, touching the bloody pinpricks on his neck. It hadn’t been nice to get his blood sucked, but his partner had brought him to a delicious climax right before and bit him while he still drifted in the afterglow. Now the vampire stood, putting his clothes back on. Black shirt, black leather trousers, the standard outfit for mercenaries.
“You will find him in the Red-light district, in his headquarter.”
“I will find him. Stay put, I’ll want full payment.”
Sliding a wicked looking knife into his low-riding waistband his savior walked through the door.

Look also at Ofelia’s idea: http://ofeliagrand.com/2014/10/27/half-man/