#corvelum

The night tore on with much more of the same as always; hungry new vampires, creepy old fuck vampires, sloppy humans, and the stretch of endless night. Nothing out of the ordinary in this little Louisiana town, humid and green, a permanent swamp land where for some reason people decided to reside. Whatever. He finishes up his rounds, gorges on a frat boy that missed a turn and found himself here and then wipes his memory clean, sending him on his way with another set of wrong directions. He has some shit to do at the house, who knew that vampire cops still had to do paperwork? Bullshit, but he does it anyways, opening the front door and immediately getting hit with the rancid smell of death. An immediate sigh, no hesitation before flashing over to the source of the scent to get a look at the cadaver. Laid out, bleeding all over his nice couch without a care in the world. He doesn't even have a fucking head. Since he's taken Grace as his progeny she's been just about more trouble than she's worth, not only a pain in his ass but also breaking just about all the rules of the Authority and he has clean up her messes or it reflects poorly on him which ultimately endangers both of their lives.

Well, that or bring her to meet the True Death and yet now he's begrudgingly responsible for her, like a man who picked up a stray Rottweiler because she seemed good at first before she started chewing holes through the doors and shitting on the floor. This is how Grace shits on his floor, killing people and leaving them around for him to clean up. He closes his eyes, massaging the bridge of his nose as he says, low in his throat, "Grace, come here." Knowing that she has no choice but to listen, waiting for the tie to tell him that she's close enough to hear him when he says, "What do you think, I'm your fucking maid? What is this? We talked about this."