Chapter 150 - Harold's Whore House

Chapter 150 - Harold's Whore House


 

I’ve never been in a brothel before, I’ve only seen them in the occasional movie. It’s nothing like what I expected. I expected a madame, probably an older woman, to come out and greet me. Then I’d get to pick a woman I liked. Instead, people are lounging around and speaking with women at their leisure, occasionally heading upstairs with one of the women. I expected music to be playing, but it’s hip hop, not the classy jazz music I expected. If anything, this looks more like a drug house than a brothel, but the men are better dressed, the women have all of their teeth and everyone seems to be in a good mood.

Nobody stops me from walking around and exploring the place. I’m awkward, but I spend time chatting with a few of the women, just so I don’t stand out. There’s a few of Horse’s men hanging around. Mostly on the stairs leading to where the actual magic happens. Most of them are just normal humans, a few handguns. The issue is one of them smells like a wolf. I don’t know if he’s a full-grown werewolf or he’s just a baby like Rod. I hate fighting werewolves, but I could take them. The question is how do I get everyone to clear out? A phone, that’s my answer, I know I saw one around here somewhere.

I make my way into the kitchen of the home, the one room where nobody is waiting. It’s easy, I dial 911 and wait start banging the phone and making a racket. The operator is trying to figure out what’s going on but I don’t say anything. Just keep making noise while they’re asking if I need help.

“What are you doing,” one of Horse’s men, the one who smells like wolf enters the kitchen.

“Get away from me,” I call out while flinging the phone across the room.

I hope the police actually come. The man grabs me by the arm and is surprised when I resist. I clutch his wrist with my free hand, trying to break it. He uses his free hand to punch me in the face, I felt that one, but he’s just a baby wolf. I let go of his wrist and return a punch of my own, forcing him to let me go. The two of us brawl back and forth, I could take him. Destiny showed me ways to quickly drop guys like this. But I’ve just been feeling like a brawler lately. Maybe, I just want to get hit. The thought leaves me head as a gunshot goes off. Another of Horse’s men has a fired a warning shot. Alright, funs over. I punch wolf boy as hard as I can directly in his stomach. It’s enough to make him drop to his knees in pain, nobody likes a body shot. I’m able to finish him with a quick knee tot the head. Next up is gun boy who can’t seem to get a good shot. I’m way too fast for him, I’m able to grab his hand and fire the rest of his shots in the air. I hope nobody was above us.

I’m bored, this is stupid and in the long run, they’ll probably open the place back up. I take gun boys arm and bend it backwards over my shoulder, a quick pop follows the motion. He shouts, adding to the growing chaos in the house. I can hear police sirens, but nobody else has mentioned it. They’ll be here in a few minutes. Vampiric speed, a gift in times like this. I’m able to rush through and take out four more of Horse’s men before they even seem me coming. I check to make sure nobody is left upstairs before heading out through the back door.

Outside I take up position in a tree. I could never climb trees before I was a vampire, didn’t have enough strength for it, even as a kid. I’d never be able to climb one this high, it’s a nice view. People rushing out into the street, hopping into cars as the police arrive. The whole thing is a mess, and I’m thinking that calling police might not have been the smartest move. How are they going to know who to arrest? They’ll probably end up arresting the prostitutes instead of the guys with guns who were running the house like they were some new age pimps. I’m getting sloppy. Destiny would not be proud of me.

My phone rings, I know it’s Sampson without checking, “hey.”

“Got my radars up,” Sampson sounds upset. “Do you know what that means?”

“Streets are talking.”

“You’re right. Do you know what they’re saying?”

“Harold’s whore house just got raided by police,” I answer calmly.

“Harold’s whore house, just got raided by police,” he mocks me. “Let me guess, that was you.”

“Yeah, it was me.”

“I told you gather information, and you launch an attack. Are you stupid?”

“No, I’m just tired of playing this stupid little gangster game that you’re running. We came here to kill Harold. You kept it a secret, we found out, you keep putting it off. I’m tired. Let’s go kill him and be done with it.”

There’s a pause while he ponders what I said, “so you’re a killer now? You think it’s just that simple.”

“That’s what you wanted right? Or, were you planning to be The Vampire of Magnolia again? The whole trials thing is getting old, so was that the plan? You become The Vampire of Magnolia and use as a muscle?”

“Don’t call me that. I came here to help these people.”

“Then we need to wipe out Harold and his organization.”

“You’re talking like you’ve got a plan.”

“I can make one. Just give me two days and I’ll have everything we need.”

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