Seattle's vampire Enforcer must uphold the second Law of the Blood: Death to any vampire who interferes in the affairs of children of the lower gods…
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April 02, 2003
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Excerpt from Laws of the Blood 2: Partners by Susan Sizemore
"DO YOU WANT to live forever?"
"Fool," the Disciple said to the tourist and walked away, his arms wrapped tightly around his thin body. He shouldn't have bothered stopping to talk to the man with the camera.
It was cold for the time of year, but the Disciple didn't wear a coat. He hadn't shaved that day or changed clothes. He looked homeless and half mad, but that was nothing new in Pioneer Square. And it was what the Prophet required of his missionary to the world, to go searching in this humble, helpless guise. The Disciple had a gift for seeing into the hearts of those chosen to understand the word. The tourist was ripe for saving; the Disciple could feel it. It hurt him to know that he'd lost a soul, but he was in too much of a hurry to turn back and work at persuading the stranger to come with him.
Tonight his task was to find a very special pair. Someone to act as a Vessel and channel for what was to come, and someone for the Angel to love. A shudder of pride and pleasure and hunger went through him as he continued his quest. Which would they be?
The place was thick with humanity tonight. They were crowded onto the benches beneath the trees, strolled arm in arm across the brick paving, spilled in and out of the shops and restaurants.
The Disciple didn't like Pioneer Square, but that was where he'd been sent tonight. He didn't like the way it smelled. He walked around and around the square, with the stenches changing every few feet, so strong they were almost solid. The reek of pizza spilled out from one building, beer from the next, sickeningly sweet candy from another. The aromas of hot yeast and grease and flour turned his stomach, and he had to stop and hold his breath for a while, but he kept doggedly on. He couldn't understand how or why anyone could stand to taste anything that smelled as much of decay as cooked vegetables and meats. He was sent here often, but he never got used to it. People were drawn to the food like flies. Some of them were worth saving to serve the Angel; he had to always keep that in mind -- and that he was happy to serve.