Three Mins...................

the sequel to Sit Down and Shut up

Smoke filled the rave in a heavy cloud of tobacco, weed, hash, and the heat of human blood flowing like wine in a Roman villa. The floors were crowded with firm bodies dancing, sweating, and feeding on 'pets'. Solomon hated places like this, Its like f*****g Berlin 1929 in this joint . He had no plans in staying and having a nibble with anyone, this was a 'midnight run' no time for fun. A busty blonde girl approached Solomon, exposing her neck, "Care for a bight tall, dark, and gruesome." her eyes had a shallow light glaze over them. 'A pet', he shock his head more in disappointment than of anything else. Tiny thoughts struck his mind, he didn't think Humans were weak exactly, but always having the burning fire to belong to something, anything, but did these pets want to spend the next two hundred years of aching muscles? But the moment dropped, the job still had to be done. Making his way past her and the massive crowd, he spotted his target. A tall handsome ebony man sitting on the edge of a chair leaning over to a 'trail pet'.

"Creature like you, would want for nothing, fine clothes, jewels, all i ask is total abidance, is that so much to ask?" his smooth voice said as he kissed her wrists, "No, not at all", the glaze was starting over her eyes, Solomon walked over with a swagger in his step as he sat behind the ebony man. "Now repeat after me: I give myself to you" her eyes fully glazed she spoke with no emotion or individuality "I give myself to you", he smiled, "you have made me happy", Solomon leaned over, "ya, a real doll, no bullshit either, she's a doll." The ebony man laughed with a dismissive tone. His accent had all the style of the old forgotton days of El Supremo and the days of when Spanish Dons commanded Mexico and South America, a strange calming effect for Solomon, a stretch in time that took him to his own memories of New York before Sherman took Atlanta. "Solomon, I see you and trouble, when a bird fly's of a rhinos back, he knows the rhino is getting ready to charge." As they both sat back to back, the music and atmosphere kept their attentions on each others motives. "You got me figured all out Remy, but the bird always flies back don't it? So the rhino only charges when he needs to, prove himself, defending his territory, anything."

Reaching into his coat, Solomon flicked his lighter and checked his pocket watch. "You going to charge?" Remy said as his eyes turned a blood red and his fangs started to extend. "Remy, now you know I wont lie to ya, we go back a few dozen years, but this rhino did come here to charge." In two flashes of speed, Remy and Solomon where locked in combat. Remy slammed his fists into Solomon crushing him into the cement floor. No one in the rave noticed, they blood orgy was blasting as Remy picked up and iron table slamming it into Solomon, crushing him ever deeper into the ground, than hurling it to one side peering down on the body, as Solomon attempted to push himself up his aggressor shock his head, "I if you can crawl, leave before I kill you." a once smooth voice changed to a gravelly tone, Remy step back, one of the few forms of old school respect Vampires of their years occasionally gave one another. "c-can I ask you something first?" Solomon coughed as he picked up a Lucky lighting it with a slow deep in hail while on his knee's. "What?" Remy replied with a puzzled look.

"Is it made of metal?" his voice began to clear as he rose to his feet. Remy glanced with confusion at Solomon, "Whats made of metal?" At that moment Solomon rushed him into the brick wall, "YOUR C**K RING?!" he yelled as he removed a taser from his coat pocket and began electrocuting the metal ring on Remy's genitals. Remy screamed in pain as he was brought to his knee's holding his crouch and howling in pain, "does that hurt? does that hurt? so does being hit with A TABLE MADE OF F*****G IRON, S**T I THINK THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN A HOOD ON A RUSSIAN TANK!". Holding the button down, lighting up another cigarette Remy started to beat his hands into the ground. "SOLOMON, WHY?!!" he said crying blood from his eye's. "Oh you want me to stop? Let me paint you the picture in techno color, I am not here for you."

And with that he turned off the taser and let Remy catch his breath, "What?", Solomon sat down next to him, and pointed to the woman Remy had been bewitching. "Her?" "yep, she's a Siren, I got another one in my trunk, not sure why there over here, but they're not registered, so gotta bring em in." Remy sat, still stinging with pain, Solomon cracking his shoulder, "You could have said something to me, every time, not a word, a hint, just come in break something or someone." Solomon smiled as he slapped Remy on the back, "Stop being a p***y" he rose to his feet cracking his back, twisting his body. Remy still on the ground, looking at his fried genitals, "Oh man, look what you did!" Solomon leaned over and looked in the Sirens eyes, "No thank you, how long will she stay like this?"

Remy started punching the ground, "It's going to take at least 9 moons!" Solomon stood up, "For a 'bewitchment'?" "No, my balls, 9 moons!" He shook his head and picked up the Siren, "F**k send me the bill, well take it easy, or crispy." Solomon carried her through the dancing Vampires and pets, stopping once to pick up a glass of blood, than spitting it out. "God whats that" He said as he tried to get the taste out of his mouth, a pet holding the trey answered, "Vegan blood", "Yea, thats a good idea."

Solomon walked to his parked car, opening the trunk his first bounty Siren tired to claw him. Not before he dropped the second one on top of her, "now you two kids play nice, Uncle Solly has one or two more little stops."

As he drove off, he crossed two names of his list. Three more names remained, with three hours of day light to go. 

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