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Message: <blockquote data-quote="WarShrike" data-source="post: 4003254" data-attributes="member: 54955">"Yeah i'm willing." says Biggs, adding sarcasticly: "I'd hate to think i've been cursed by God."[SBLOCK=Biggs's remembered memories]"I'd spent the day sleeping, as usual. I'm primarily active at night. No use hunting down vampires in broad daylight. Went to meet a new contact, September 22nd. He put me on the trail of William Jefferson, a ghoul, a "fetch and carry errand boy" as he'd put it. Funny now that i think about it that he'd known the where and when to find him. Anyway, i go to the place, a rundown mall, and slip in the back. Security guard is snoring in front of a TV set. I can hear chanting of some sort. I head towards it and im in a steamy room. WJ is there, with his back to me, howling like a madman. He's got a knife, covered in blood, and at his feet is Beth, on her knees, and she looks like she's dazed or in a trance. She's not reacting to this guy. She's got a cut on the side of her face, and there are glowing symbols on the floor around her and the ghoul. I get the drop on him, cuz he doesn't realize i'm there. I cut into his back and he screams, and drops into the thick foggy smoke. I loose sight of him, then feel the knife entering my thigh. He gets up, and we fight some more. He get's in annother lucky shot, and Beth finally comes out of her trance and she upturns a brazier on him and runs out the exit. We get ready to go at it again and we hear the sirens. He says something to me and for a second i can't move. Then he's gone, and i slip away. Not intrested in talking to the cops about this. I limp home and try to tend to my wounds, and find they're not bleeding. Try to drink a beer, but it's awful, and i can't swallow it. There's a knock at the door. It's a vampire, i know it is, it's the only thing that makes sense. I'm not in the mood for a fight, and i want answers, so i let it in. That was Blackie, and it turned into a fight after all, one that i lost. Woke up in a box all chained up, sometime afterwards. Those are my last mortal memories."[/SBLOCK]</blockquote>

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