Blood Files

He looked like the dead in the soft glow of the street lamps - the pretty dead. Eric talked on his cell phone with one hand resting on his hip. He nodded. His blond hair appeared white in the lamp light. He paced, but stayed on the sidewalk outside the gated drive.

He pushed two buttons on his cell phone before slipping it into his jean's pocket under his black leather coat.

Sitri was at the bar, making her rounds and making sure that she was seen by everyone that needed to see her. Some regular patrons got a small smile. Sitri didn't smile for real until she saw her sister bouncing on her toes and talking to one of the bartenders. "Leave him alone, Hank," she chided gently, bumping her shoulder against her sister's. "He needs to work. Anything interesting tonight?"