The Spy

His night started off pretty much the same as always, wrapped in the arms of a young lady that he hardly knew. Slow passionate lovemaking until it was time to go back to work. Peter had probably spent his daylight hours sleeping in more beds than any other agent that the vampire maffia had on its payroll. But he loved it, and that was one of the many perks to being as unbelievably gorgeous as he was.

Peter crossed over into darkness at age 16, and his sandy blond hair, rugged good looks, and big brown eyes had pretty much made him irresistable to anyone he came in contact with. Add to that his sense of humor, charm, and a slightly British accent that he inherited from his rich parents, and Peter was a lady's dream come true in a boy. To think, he'd be this handsome for all eternity.

" awake baby?" Asked the lady at his side, turning over to rub her breasts against him and hug him under the warm covers of her bed.

"Afraid so. And that means that I can't stay much longer. Duty calls." He whispered, placing a kiss on her lips. "Crime never sleeps, you know?"

"Can't you stay for just a little bit longer?"

"I'll tell you what...I'll go out, see what they've got me doing tonight, and if I have enough time...I'll come right back here to you." He lied, and kissed her again on the lips. "Promise."

"You're not fooling me with that one. Come on...just a quickie before you go? It was soooo good last night...and you're already naked..." She reached down and grabbed a delicate hold of his warm morning hard on, "...and ready."

"With a gesture as friendly as that, who could say no?" Peter grinned, and made love to her for what he knew would be the last time. A half hour later, they lay in bed, and she laid her head on his chest.

"So when are you going to give all of this up and settle down with someone. Let them love you completely without running off all the time to get shot at." She whined softly.

"Sigh...who says I want to? Besides, I've got a job to do. This is who I am, and it requires me to be there when they need me." Peter had his arguments against the business just like anyone else, but the fact of the matter is, it gave him purpose, and it made him whole inside somehow. As much as he hated to admit it, he had a talent for what he did, and his charms and striking good looks gave him an edge. He was 'trusted' without question by most of the people he was ordered to shoot in the back, and it made him one of the best infiltration tools that Mr. Bogart had working for him. This was his life, no regrets.

"You wouldn't be this busy if you were working for Frankie again." She said. That comment caused Peter to tense up a bit, and he brushed her hand off of his chest when he heard it.

Peter stood up, his raw naked beauty shining with the dim lights of the room, and started looking for his clothes. "Frank doesn't talk to me anymore. You know that. It's over." He grumbled.

"Sorta silly if you ask me. All over that boy...what's his name?"

"Avery. And I don't GET it. Shit, I'm not even GAY, and he thinks I was trying to move in on his ex. Whatever, fuck him. He knows where to find me if he wants to talk."

The girl in the bed smiled, "You never know. Maybe he will someday, and you can put all this shit behind you."

Peter had already found his pants and was buttoning up the last few buttons on his shirt as he leaned over to kiss her good night. "Somehow darling...I doubt that very much." He grabbed the rest of his things and walked over to the door. "I guess this is goodbye, then?"

The girl sat up, "I thought you said you were coming back?"

"I lied." Peter replied, and closed the door before she had a chance to respond.

Peter's task for the evening was very simple, and it only took a few minutes to brief him in on all of the details. An easy job for him after all the things he's been through. He made his way out to the old parking lot in front of the biggest mall in town. It was late night, and the entire lot was empty except for one lone vehicle with tinted windows. A vampire's car, no doubt about it. Tinted windows in case they were stuck out and couldn't get home before the dawn reached them. Peter carefully approached the car, and knocked three times on the window as per his instructions.

The window rolled down slowly, and the young men inside made a positive identification. This was the man that they were supposed to see. The car door opened wide, and they welcomed Peter into the back seat. There were three men in the car, all in their early twenties, and eager to talk. One of them looked at Peter and took a liking to him right away. "I didn't think they'd be sending someone so...delicious." He said, squeezing Peter's thight with his hand.

" it with the 'touchy feely', Gaines. You know I'm not down with that shit. Let's not beat around the bush here, I've got stuff to do." Peter replied, moving Gaines' hand away from his leg.

"The pretty ones are always so hostile." He smiled, but knew that Peter wasn't going to play games much longer. "So...the point. It seems that my friend Jack over here has gotten some dirt on a couple of your associates." Peter looked over and saw a timid looking guy, sweating bullets and looking like he had just been running for 20 blocks at top speed. "We thought you should know first, before we take it up with the elders."

"Is that so?" Peter said, raising a cigarette to his lips.

"No smoking in the car please." Gaines smiled. "However, if you just want to 'puff' on something..."

"So what have you got to tell me there, Jack?" Peter said, ignoring the flirtatious comment. "Good news, bad news? Come on, spill it."

Jack nervously took a deep breath and said, "I saw a couple of your people...dealing some shit on the side."

"Shit? What kind of shit?" Peter asked.

"Guns. Lots of them. Over by the pier, Wednesdays and Saturdays of every week. I think it's been going on for about a month or so now. I'm sure those kinda weapons could have only come from one place." Jack stuttered.

"Well...?" Jack paused, looking at the other people in the car. So Peter pushed for an answer, "Don't keep me in suspense here, Jackie boy. If you've got something to say, just say it."

"Um...Mr...Mr. Bogart sir." Jack turned white as a sheet as Peter looked him right in the eye and leaned forward.

"I see..." There was another long silence, and Peter finally leaned back and put his hands in his lap. "Now...what makes you think that Mr. Bogart would have anything to do with illegal weapons? Hmmm?"

"Well...I mean...he IS...that is..." Jack began to stutter even more, mumbling as his sweat trickled down his cheek like rainwater.

"He is what?" Peter asked.

"You know...a...g-g-gangster?" There was another pause, and that's when Gaines joined in.

"Jack came to us with this, and I figured that if we could trust anyone, it would be someone from Frankie's old order. You know what I mean? Bogart's taking over everything. He's ordering hits on our underground casinos and making things VERY hard for us vampires in this part of town. We're going to need some help. REAL help. I was hoping you could get word out to the elders to investigate our situation."

Peter slumped down a little in his seat, and after giving it some thought, he gave everyone one of his charming boyish smiles and said, "Don't worry about it. I'll see what I can do. In the meanwhile, sit tight. K?" Then he moved to get out of the car.

But Gaines stopped him, "Wait. Before you you think I could have a kiss? Just on the cheek? It's been a dream of mine." He smiled. "I can't help it. I'm a sucker for...the outrageously HOT!"

Peter flashed him a large grin, leaned forward, and gave him a quick peck on the lips, sending a jolt of energy through Gaines' whole body. "G'night gentlemen."

"Wow...goodnight hot stuff! And don't worry, I won't tell anyone this happened." Gaines said, grinning from ear to ear.

The last words out of Peter's mouth before leaving the car were, "I know you won't, Gaines. I'm sure of it."

Then he closed the door behind him and began walking away. As he got maybe 30 paces away, he put another cigarette betwee his lips, and took out his lucky lighter. He flicked it open, and let the flame ignite the tobacco as he inhaled deeply, still walking away from the vehicle.

Inside the car, Jack looked down at the back seat and saw a small cell phone sitting there on the seat. "I think...I think he left his phone here." He picked it up and started to roll down the window. "I'll call him back."

Gaines snatched the phone away from him. "Hold on there! No hurry. Let that scrumptious little hottie come and get it himself. I'll keep it under my pillow." He giggled.

Outside, just as he finished lighting his cigarette, Peter closed the lid of his lighter, and there was a glowing red button on the top. A button that wasn't glowing a second ago. He took one long drag, blew the smoke up over his head, and pressed the button. The cell phone in the car beeped a total of three times...and the car EXPLODED into a giant ball of flames! The vehicle was lifted into the air, and came back down a twisted burning wreck of metal and broken glass! Thick clouds of black smoke poured up into the night sky, and Peter hadn't even flinched. Mission accomplished.

"Next time...learn to keep your mouths shut, boys." He said to himself as he took another drag from his cigarette. All the years I've been working loyally for Mr. Bogart, and he wastes my time to send me looking for snitches now? I swear...this is getting too easy.


From the creator of "Gone From Daylight"

Alone, each one of them is a force to be reckoned with. But when all five UNITE...prepare for fireworks!!! Even the vampire Maffia has it's rebels...

"Pak Ratz"
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