I disappeared...shoot me.

I didn't do it because I wanted to. Trust me. But every now and then my Immortal Idiot actually makes me work.

Crazy, huh?

Anyway - after trudging around the Chicago for a few weeks and passing out contracts, I'm back and in perfect form. That is, if perfect means - pissy. Yes, I'm pissy.

I hate passing out contracts.

Assassins aren't necessarily my cup of tea. They tend to be a little too uppity for my tastes. It's like they think somehow everyone in the world should be scared of them. Yeah. Do I come off like the grab-some-kleenex-and-cry-for-mercy type to you?

I didn't think so.

Then again, I also know they wouldn't dare lay even a finger on me. I'm the Chief's favorite little servant. He'd die without me. Of course, I've also stated on numerous occasions, to more than one of his assassins, that if they so much as look at me funny I'll split them from tongue to balls then fingerpaint with their cursed blood.

Maybe that's why they all look at me a little funny. Oh well, keep your eyes out. Sometime in the coming week we'll move to the next vampire family and I'll illuminate the darkness for you.

Peace out my beotches.