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cap worn backwards, covering dirty brown hair. He had the look of a former high school football player who’d never grown up. One beefy arm pressed against the throat of a young woman as he held her up against the dark brick wall of the building. Jonas couldn’t see what he was doing with his other hand, but the look on her face told him enough.
    He stalked down the alley. Snarling.
    “Keep moving, my friend,” the man said. “There’s nothing for you to see here.”
    “Oh, believe me, I’m no friend of yours.”
    “Back off, buddy. She’s mine.” He let go of the girl to face Jonas and she slid down the bumpy brick wall to the ground, coughing, holding her throat with one hand, pulling her cargo skirt down with the other. She sobbed as her eyes sought Jonas.
    But he wasn’t looking at her.
    He kept his gaze locked on her attacker. As he stormed to within arm’s reach, the guy pulled a huge arm back and swung in a powerful arc.
    But it never made contact.
    In a single motion, no more than a blur, Jonas’s left hand shot out, grabbed the guy by the throat. He lifted the guy off the ground and slammed him into the brick wall so hard that Jonas could hear the air rush out of his lungs in a whuff.
    As the guy fought to draw in a breath of air, Jonas turned to look at the woman who was now sitting on the ground next to the dumpster. The fire in his eyes damped, and was replaced with concern.
    “You’re safe now.” His voice was calm, soft as velvet. He peered at her closely, silently sniffed for a scent of blood. There was none. “Are you hurt?”
    “N-n-n-no.” Her teeth were chattering and she was shivering. Her dark brown hair stuck out at angles, and her sweater and t-shirt were still slightly askew from the struggle, but it looked as if he’d gotten there in time. He was glad for that. But she was still so frightened by the attack that she had yet to move from where she’d landed on the dirty pavement. Her wide eyes darted back and forth between Jonas and her attacker, who was unsuccessfully trying to loosen Jonas’s grip on his throat.
    “Can you get yourself home?”
    She nodded, survival instinct finally kicking in, scrambled up off the ground and ran. Jonas watched her. At the end of the alley, she turned back to look at Jonas, her attacker still pinned to the wall, feet dangling in the air.
    “Thank you,” she said.
    He nodded. “You’re safe.”
    And then she was gone.
    “You, however,” Jonas said, turning back, “are not.”
    As the flames returned to his eyes, two of his teeth elongated, coming to sharp points. The guy’s eyes widened at the sight.
    “Yes, that’s right.” Jonas lowered him down the wall to lean in close to his face. “I am exactly what you think I am.”
    “But…they…don’t exist.”
    “Oh, but we do .” Jonas spoke softly in his ear. The guy’s whole body shook, and he clawed desperately to get away. He was pathetic. Jonas almost wished he was still just killing them off. But perhaps this one more readily deserved what he had coming.
    “I’m taking you to hell,” he whispered, “and then bringing you back.”

    H e couldn’t breathe. This guy—this vampire —had hands like steel, an unbreakable grip. If he could just loosen one finger then maybe he could break it, he thought. Break the vampire’s grip. And get away.
    He couldn’t breathe.

    Vampire. His eyes focused on the dark face. Vampires were real . But why was it picking on him? He hadn’t hurt the girl. Not really. He hadn’t done anything she didn’t want him to do. The way she was dressed she’d been asking for it. She’d wanted it. He could tell.
    He could always tell.
    He dug his fingers into the vampire’s hands, kicked out with his feet, flung his weight around as much as he could up in the air as he was. Nothing worked.
    “It doesn’t have to hurt,” the vampire said, “but after I’m done with you, you will be a scared little man who won’t even think about venturing out