Blood donation.

So I'm gonna be donating some of my blood to help Sheryl and her buddies.

Yes Sheryl the bitch I was just complaining about in my last post and all my previous posts since she showed up. So why am I helping her out?

Well  a number of reasons.

No one regardless of how much of a bitch they are deserves to be the plaything of one of the creatur- Ahahahahaha... I couldn't finish that statement...

Nah the real reasons.

One: Hopefully if I do this thing her and the others will leave sooner.

Two: Nothing I do could actually make life worse for me so why not just do whatever.

Three: I was paid in advance for services rendered. Regardless of how much of a dick I might seem I'm honorable and if I've already been paid I can't change my mind.

What kind of payment you may ask... Well if you've been paying attention you can probably guess.

No not money.

I'll give your simple minds a few seconds to work it out.

I'm sure you're all reading this with stunned faces now so let me explain why I'd be willing to accept such a payment even though I hate her.

She's a bitch but she's an attractive bitch.

I... Am not exactly handsome. Especially now a days. I don't sleep much or pay much attention to hygiene issues. So I'm not ashamed to say that if I get that kind of an offer from an attractive woman I don't care much who she is.

Like I said can't get worse.

Ruby Red

She approached me again today.

"I've been watching you," she said. "I was too hasty last time."

"I'm still not interested," I said.

"Yes, I know," she said. She smiled and her lips were a very vivid shade of red. "I've noticed a lot. You don't seem to worry about much. Even when when Scarlet-marked were here, you didn't worry. You do know what I am?"

"I try to keep up," I said. "They call you the Red Cap, right?"

She smiled. "Well, right now I'm Ruby, but that's right."

"Wikipedia says you're a murderous little dwarf."

She laughed and her laughter echoed across the silent pavement and shuttered windows. "Well," she said, "perhaps I was long ago. But I think I prefer...different forms these days. Do you know what they used to call me, back in the old days? Back when they would find desiccated corpses empty of blood and assume it was some supernatural creature?" Her eyes bored into mine. "They called us a vampire back then. No silly notions about sunlight or sparkling. We were a beast to them, foreign and strange, with ravenous appetites." She licked her lips. "And they were so afraid of us. But you are not afraid. Tell me why?"

"Maybe later," I said.

Ruby Tuesday laughed again and said, "Yes, later. I believe I shall come back later." She stepped away quickly into the shadows.

She's wrong. I am afraid. Not of her, but of what she might make me reveal. That she might force me to open the box.