A recurring problem

I was workin in my office this mornin’ on a new project, when I got a knock at the door. It wasn’t anythin’ unusual, just a courier, and I’m used to seein’ ‘em on a regular basis with my job. There’s always some ceremonial dagger or robe needed to complete a rite of passage or such like.

However today there was a letter, contained in a hand written envelope and with a seal neatly stamped upon the back. On closer inspection I realized that this was not a seal I wanted to see. I almost choked on my own breath. It was the symbol belongin’ to a group of vampires I detest more than any others, the vampires of Vegas!

I exhaled sharply and swiftly but carefully slid my letter opener across the top. The letter had gold guilted edgin’ (I ‘spose I should be grateful they can’t use silver) and had the name “Leo Alvarez “ embossed along the top. As far as I know, that’s the name of the Sheriff’s right hand man in the area.

What were the contents of this unwanted mail you ask? It was an invitation, of sorts, requestin’ my presence out in the desert. I use the term ‘invitation’ with the loosest of meanings ‘cause who am I kiddin’? With them, it’s never a request, it’s an order.

I still owe them.

I always end up owin’ ‘em and I ain’t got a choice. It’s somethin’ I gotta do to keep my family safe, and with family you don’t question, you do.  It didn’t say what they want me for, or what I’ll be required to do, but nor did any of the others I’ve received in the past. It will be the same as it always is, of that I’m sure.

I MUST FIGHT.

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