Black Market Blood Drive – Chapter 2

2 – Gregor

The man in black walked Duke into an office that was through the back of the bar. The area between the bar and the office was even darker than the bar, so when the man in black turned on the lights in the office, Duke’s eyes had a hard time adjusting. The fluorescents weren’t helping matters and started to encourage his head to pound.

The man sat down behind the desk, then kicked his feet up on it, showing off his boots. Duke turned around to see if the blonde was in the office too, but it seemed that he was out of luck. He figured the man wouldn’t pull a gun on him if he was laid back in a chair like that, so Duke let his guard down somewhat.

“Sit, sit,” the man said.

“Yeah, okay,” Duke said. He sat down in the closest chair, which was also the closest chair to the door, just in case shit got real in there.

“How you like the bar, man? Pretty fucking nuts, huh? Am I right?” the man said.

“Yeah,” Duke said. “It’s very cool. Got a little punchy, but it’s a super cool place.”

The man laughed. “I’m Gregor. This place is my little home away from home.”

Duke extended his hand to shake Gregor’s. Gregor looked at him like that would be an insult. Duke put his hand back down. “I’m Duke.”

“Really cowboy, huh?” Gregor said. “I love it.”

“Yep,” Duke was very uncomfortable, but hoped it wasn’t noticeable.

“I don’t shake hands,” Gregor said. “I don’t like to touch people’s hands. They are filthy, and it shows weakness.”

“I see,” Duke said.

“You are probably wondering why you are back here, right?” Gregor said.

“The thought crossed my mind,” Duke answered.

Gregor laughed out loud. “You are a funny fucker. I like that.” Gregor took his feet off the desk and sat up straight. “Look man, I’m gonna level with you, you know why?”

“No idea,” Duke answered.

“I only trust people who wear black,” Gregor said. “And that is a fucking wicked shirt.”

He pointed to Duke’s shirt, which was black and had a white skull on the front of it. “Okay,” Duke said. “I’m wearing blue jeans though.”

“The skull makes up for it,” Gregor said. “That little queer you put down out there will never wear black. I try to get him to all the time. He won’t do it. Always wearing earth tones and shit. Drives me crazy. And those puka shell necklaces? I don’t know what the fuck he’s thinking most of the time.” He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the desk. “Pall Mall?”

“No, thank you,” Duke said.

“It’s fucking rude to say no, when someone offers you something,” Gregor said. “Try again.”

Duke shook his head. Gregor’s logic seemed okay. He reached out and took one. “Thanks.”

“These are non-filter. These are man smokes right here, buddy,” Gregor said. “I don’t smoke all the time. Just when the sun goes down and when I’m drinking.”

“That’s will power,” Duke said.

“Are you being fucking funny with me?” Gregor asked.

“No,” Duke answered. “I’m a really funny guy. If I’m being funny, you know it.” He lit his.

Gregor laughed. “I fucking like you, man. Not in a gay way. That’s one of the few things that I don’t do.”

“Right there with ya, man.” Duke responded.

“Cool. Same page,” Gregor said. “Look, I fucking don’t like TJ. I want him out of here.”  Gregor put his fingers up in the air to telegraph the coming air-quotes. “There are some people upstairs, if you will, that are going to give me some shit about it, but I couldn’t give a fuck.”

“All right,” Duke said. He had no idea where this was going. He was just glad no one was pointing a gun at him.

“So, what are you doing?” Gregor asked.

“Excuse me?” Duke said.

“What are you doing? Do you have a job or anything?” Gregor asked.

“No, I don’t,” Duke was taken aback.

“Do you want one?” Gregor asked.

Duke smiled. “Fuck yeah, I do.” Duke thought to himself for a moment. “There is something you should know though, I just got out of county, like two days ago and…”

“You’re wearing black, I’m sure you were framed,” Gregor shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t fucking care. You seem like a cool fucker who can hold his own.”

“All right,” Duke laughed. “What would I be doing?”

“I would need you here around two in the afternoon, handle shipping and receiving. Then once the sun goes down, handle the riffraff. Keep the girls safe.” Gregor said.

“Shipping?” Duke asked. “What do you ship?”

“We have a lot of these little places all over and a lot of our stuff comes through this location. We have to send it out all over the place.” Gregor said.

“That’s cool,” Duke said. There was a question burning in his brain, though, that he didn’t want to ask because he needed the job, but he needed to know. “I have to ask you though, I thought, I saw…”

“Fangs?” Gregor cut him off. “Yeah, most of us here are vampires.” He said completely nonchalantly.

Duke didn’t know how to respond. “Like you guys have goth nights or something?”

“Yeah,” Gregor said. “In the dungeon. But we are vampires.” Gregor could tell that Duke was still not convinced so he flashed his fangs at him.

Duke’s eyes widened and he leaned back in his chair to get as far away from him as he could without looking like a pussy.

“Don’t worry though,” Gregor said. “We aren’t allowed to feed on humans raw anymore. The Council wouldn’t allow it. That was banned years ago.” Gregor poured himself a drink from a bottle he pulled out of a desk drawer. “This is one hundred and eighty proof bourbon, want some?”

“Please,” Duke needed a drink to swallow what he had just heard.

“You start tomorrow,” Gregor said. “And if you tell anyone about what you saw and what I told you, we will kill you.” Gregor finished his drink and stood up. “But you wear black, man, I can trust you, right?”

Duke finished his drink and it burned all the way down. “Fuck yeah, of course you can.” He couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth.

“Oh yeah, one more thing,” Gregor stopped at the door before he opened it. “You have to act like I just really chewed you out and you had to beg for your life or some shit like that, okay? I have a reputation to hold up.”

“Totally, no problem at all,” Duke said.

“Sweet,” Gregor said. Then he stopped again. “I am also going to need you to get me one of those shirts for tomorrow night. Pick it up for me. Let’s say a medium.”

“Yeah,” Duke said. “I can run by the mall and see if I can find one for you.”

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