3.98 - 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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