Just before he reached Jimmy’s place, he ducked behind a crate. Man’d sell his toenails if he thought he’d get anything for ‘em. Jimmy the Fish is supposed to be getting a big order sometime this week. I could really use a job.” He shifted his weight to the other foot. Mathias watched Mac rub his chin with ink stained fingers. He kind of looked like a lumberjack, just not as strong. He wore an old red plaid shirt and a pair of blue jeans that had seen better days. Standing a ways from the crew stood a man in a plaid shirt holding a clipboard. He walked past the fishmongers that were busy loading the day’s catch into crates. When he could smell the salt in the air, he knew he didn’t have much farther to go. Mathias ran down the street, narrowly avoiding a wad of fresh gum on the sidewalk. In a few hours, that calm would disappear- replaced by a din that seemed as if it could swallow the earth if it chose to do so. It was the one time of day when the city felt a little calm. “Great, just fucking great.” Mathias grabbed his bag and ran out into the early morning throng.ĭawn in New York was like nowhere else on Earth. “Fuck.” He patted his hands against his pockets, hoping to hear the jingle of change, but the only sound was the slight rustle of fabric against fabric. If he was lucky, he’d make it another year, but the way things were going, it didn’t seem likely. Older than he was, older than he should be, and the way things were going, he’d be dead before long anyway. It showed the city for what it really was: old, dirty, and worn. It was a weightless sludge that looked like it was drifting from the river, but Mathias had never been too sure if that was where the mist was really coming from. The early morning mist still crept its way around the feet of the buildings. The sun was bright, a little too bright, but then it always seemed that way. Just move.” Mathias raised his head and looked past the tops of the buildings toward the sky.
Then, he scratched his head and ran his fingers through his dirty brown hair. He beat his hands against his jeans to knock away some of the grime, but it didn’t help much. Mathias stood, stretched his back, and walked out of the alley to escape the stench. You know you’ve been on the streets too long when the sound of an old man peeing in an alley reminds you of falling rain. He’d better grow up fast, because if he doesn’t his second life may be shorter than his first. Turns out the current queen killed him then, and wants to kill him again.
Screw that.īut after the reigning queen assaults Mathias, he has visions of a past life in which he was that king. They expect him to quit swearing, use a napkin, and play by their weird, ancient rules. The vampires who transformed him believe he is the reincarnation of an ancient king. If Mathias thought being homeless sucked, being a vampire is worse.
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