0.6-The Asylum Interviews: Trixie Read Online Free Page A

little frustrated. To be honest, the warlock who tutored me in history tended to skip over a lot of vampire history because the Ivory Towers saw them as dead humans that just needed to be buried better. Most spells didn’t work on vampires and the Towers certainly didn’t care about vampire rights. After leaving the Ivory Towers, I had been too busy trying to survive to go back and learn all the history I hadn’t been taught. Of course, I couldn’t tell my companions any of that.
    “In 1914, various governments enacted certain rights and restraints on the vampire population,” Bronx explained. “One of the requirements was that all vampires who live in a single city needed to be a part of a government-licensed nest. The nest acts as both enforcement of laws and as a sponsor. If Jo isn’t a part of a nest, it can make her life extremely difficult. The worst of which being that she would lose her BBC and her name and picture could be handed over to the Hunt Club for extermination.”
    “Fuck,” I grumbled, shoving to my feet. With my hands folded on my head, I paced away from my chair toward the back room. Jo needed her Blood Bank Card, or BBC as it was popularly known. She had always said that tracking down a willing human and getting a pint was too much hassle and trouble, not to mention risk. She much preferred heading down each night to the local blood bank and picking up what she needed.
    And then the fucking Hunt Club was a damned eyesore from the stone ages that needed to be disbanded, but humans still needed that security blanket so they could sleep at night. The Hunt Club was a group of mostly human men who tracked down any creature that had failed to toe the line. Their popular target tended to be vampires since humans were their main prey and the Hunt Club felt the need to strike back.
    I paced back into the tattooing room to find Bronx and Trixie silently waiting for me.
    “Why the hell didn’t she tell me about this?” I exploded. Trixie jerked in her seat, looking stunned by my anger. “Okay, so we didn’t have the closest of relationships. We didn’t share a lot of private details, but we were friends. She knows she can come to me and I will happily help her with anything. Anything!”
    “I think she’s embarrassed,” Trixie ventured. For the first time, her voice was placating. Whatever she had been trying to get out of me, she finally got. “She didn’t know that I planned to tell you about this. When she mentioned this job to me, she also told me that you used to date. I wasn’t even sure that it ended well, but I thought I would at least try to get your help. Truth be told, I wasn’t expecting much since few humans are willing to take on a master vampire.”
    “I’m more than taking this Chester on. I’m ripping his fucking head off for touching her,” I snarled at Trixie and then turned to look at Bronx. “And you promised to hold him down.”
    “I will if that’s what you want, but we have to be careful about this, Gage,” Bronx said. “You can’t march in and take on a master vampire. They don’t get to that position based on charm and good grammar.”
    “Besides, getting rid of Chester could upset their entire social structure,” Trixie added. “It could destroy the nest and then Jo is still screwed.”
    I flopped down in my chair, feeling more frustrated by the minute because I had been neatly excluded from Jo’s life in more ways than I wanted to contemplate, her friend—not Jo—enlightens me to the problem, and then Bronx and Trixie take away my only outlet for my anger, namely kicking Chester’s ass. “Fine, then what do you suggest? Peaceful protest? A letter-writing campaign?”
    “You don’t have to be such an ass. I’m worried too,” Trixie snapped, standing so that she could look down at me. “If I hadn’t come here, you wouldn’t have known any of this and she would have continued to suffer. So if you’re done pouting and coddling your bruised