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anyone to hear if Fulton called out. Not that he could think of anything to shout that wouldn't make him sound like some mad drunk or druggie.
    He faltered to a halt before turning on his heels and fleeing back out of the street. He ran straight on over the road not caring about the risk of being hit by a late-night traveller. He just wanted out of this mess. Fulton tried to loose himself in a series of side streets. Ducking aside he ran into another block of flats. One of the third floor flats had the door open and Fulton saw signs of a party inside. Techno music filtered down to his ears and different coloured lights pulsed in time with the rhythm. Running past the lift with a grubby out of order sign, Fulton pounded up the stairs. Covered in graffiti and smelling vaguely of urine Fulton knew he was heading into one of the less prosperous neighbourhood blocks.
    His breath coming in ragged gasps and his thighs burning, he passed the second floor. Fulton was turning around the corner to take the last flight of steps when he ran into Francesca again. He bounced back as she stood her ground and had the wind knocked out of him. Impossibly strong hands fixed themselves on his bare shoulders.
    Fulton lifted his chin up to stare his captor down. Maybe to spit in her face. His malicious intentions fell away when he looked into her rich coffee eyes. All thought of fight or flight drained out of his body and not even the memory of it remained with him.
    Francesca raked her nails exquisitely over his naked chest. She let one of her hands trail lower down and Fulton let out a gasp of pleasure. She guided his hands to her own form as she unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers loose. Fulton fumbled with the catch at the neck of her dress and she shrugged the garment off.
    Lowering her head Francesca put her lips to the side of his neck. He let out a moan of pleasure as her teeth broke the skin. Dizzying desire and gratification pulsed through him as his life was drained. Francesca pulled away and sliced into the skin above her left breast with her own nail and pushed his head down to the bloody wound. He lapped gladly at the congealing viscous fluid.
    Her hold on him was the only thing keeping him vertical as all strength left him. She enveloped him in her embrace and their bodies were pressed intimately together. Fulton was pushed between a concrete wall and Francesca's flesh. Both were equally cool against his skin. Fulton let his hands discover all of Francesca's form while she reached down again, guiding that part of him so that he could enter her.
                  "Oh sorry," a female voice gave an embarrassed giggle.
    "You should get a room," this was the young woman's partner speaking.              
    Francesca released him and Fulton slipped boneless to the floor.
    "And who are you to tell me what to do?" Francesca said.
    It was too much of an effort for Fulton to keep his eyes open. He just leaned the back of his head on the rough concrete wall where he was slumped. He let the lids of his eyes just droop down and listened to the encounter.
    It sounded like the girl was trying to get the guy to just leave it alone but he was having none of that.
    "Look you stupid slut, you can't just screw anywhere you want. It doesn't look like he's up for much at the moment anyway. Are you doped up or something?"
                  There was a scream from the girl and before the darkness took him Fulton heard Francesca say; "Or something."
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    "Here, take this." Francesca dela Fuente dragged the semiconscious human to his feet and shoved him to her lieutenant, Xavier Salvatore.
    Still naked from her escapade earlier that night, Francesca had barely made it back to her lair before dawn. Xavier took hold of the fragile human and twisted him around to face his mistress, one hand under his chin keeping his head up. Francesca threw the remains of the man's girlfriend, what amounted to nothing