"Ok, enough bullshit. My name is Joshua Alexander Stevens, I'm a vampire, of the Malkavian clan, and to everyone in the world.... Evil. Shoot me! For your friend!"

"I'm not here to kill you. I just don't want to lose my best friend to some bloodsucking leech!" he growled. "He'll be killed because of you. If that happens that I will personally tear out your heart before I allow them to end my existence, as well," he told Joshua.

"Your not going to tell on him, are you? And stop with the whole leech thing, i find it very offensive. Yes, he is in my closet. Take him and go, before my father gets home."

"And get him and I both killed? I don't think so," he stated, strolling into the vampire's room, picking up his friend's remaining clothes before opening the closet and handing them to Lourette. "Finished getting dressed. We're leaving," he growled.

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Lourette took the rest of his clothes and put them on. "What would your father do if he found out?" he asked Joshua.

"Does the name Adam Lucas mean anything to you? Think really, really hard... Tell me, did you think of looking in your victim's wallet tonight?"

"Between the sex and the 'I'm gonna die' thoughts? No. No I did not think about looking into your wallet. However, I normally don't do such things. It's disrespectful," he told Joshua. He thought about the name. It rang some bells but he couldn't quite place it.

"Well, if you did look in his wallet, you'd find half a photo. I've got the other half, let me show it to you." Joshua replied, pulling a photo out of his dresser. a picture of the Witcher's victim. "He was my fucking boyfriend, Max! I think you owe me an apology! He even wanted to foster peace between the vampires and the witchers, but no, apparently, you won't rest until every last vampire on the earth is dead. I know some may deserve it, but not him, dammit!"

"I'm not apologizing about killing a damn leech. You all should burn at the stake," he growled. His opinion of vampires was obviously a rather strong one. "However, Lourette wont allow me to torture you're race. He wants me to be 'merciful' and give you're kind a quick, rather painless death. That's better than you all deserve," he growled.

"Racist." Joshua muttered under his breath.

"I'm born and breed to hunt your kind. It's not called 'racism'. It's called complete and utter 'loathing'," he stated. His hate obviously ran quite deep. Perhaps something had happened in the past to make him so antagonistic towards vampires?