<span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"Fucking fuck," Adam hissed out between clenched teeth. "Look, you assholes. I've been taking home pretty young things to fuck for months. Sure, I take a little blood, but never enough to kill, and they always have a good time. Why the <i>fuck </i>would I kill when I don't need to? Why would I draw attention to myself?" The vampire had a good thing going, why would he want to rock the boat like that?<br/>
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None of it made any sense. None if it added up, and Ryah didn't know what to believe anymore. "What changed then? Why have there been four deaths in the last four weeks? And all of them have been patrons from this club?"<br/>
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Adam would have thrown his hands up in the air if he could have. "The hell if I know. Nothing's changed! All I do is work, sleep and party! Sometimes I cat sit for Mrs. Warner down the hall. For fuck's sake, I even helped the new guy move in across the hall a few weeks ago--"<br/>
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"What new guy?" Ryah interrupted sharply.<br/>
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"I don't fucking know! He's new! It's not like we're best friends. He moved in four weeks ago."<br/>
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Ryah glanced at Drake, raising an eyebrow. It looked like this was possibly their best lead. "All right, let's go meet him then."<br/>
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(If you want Drake and Adam to have an off-screen thing, sure, haha.)</span></span></span>