Executioners, Enforcers and My Own Insanity

I've been back in town for about a month now and things were going along pretty damn well, at least for me considering how much trouble I'm really in. Then out of the blue, Adria calls to say that an Enforcer has been asking a bunch of questions about me.

I tried my best to not let it scare me, but really, who am I kidding? The thought of going back to Rome absolutely terrifies me at this moment in time. Well, not really the going back part, because I love being in Rome and Italy in general. But going back there knowing what fate awaits me?

It's not fucking happening. I will not go without a fight. In fact, the only way I'm going back to that nightmare is in a jar like Talbot. You feeling me?

And if that wasn't enough, I ran into everyone's favorite executioner, Jullieus. Seems he's heard a rumor that I'm on the run. Now let me stop us all right here for a moment. This vampire is well known for his ability to torture and terrify even the bravest of souls. I'd be an absolute fool to not be fully aware that if he wanted he could send me to true death just for the fun of it.

That said, I pushed the fear that bubbled forth down and sweetly asked him what he'd do with such information, were it true. Of course I was trying to cover my cute little ass by flirting with him and trying to distract him from the conversation at hand.

Imagine my shock and utter delight when that sweet, handsome vampire said he wouldn't be rushing to tell anyone anything he knew. Of course he added that awful little FOR NOW to the end of that but I can overlook that FOR NOW.

Once I found this out, I began to relax a little more and got my flirt on. You see I've had a mad crush on that evil genius for quite some time now. The timing was just never that good for me to actually do more than drool from afar. So while I had the chance I flirted like crazy.

Hell, I know it's crazy, but I find him quite mouth watering. So I flirted. I even went so far as to say I'd happily suffer being chained in silver for one night in his bed. What can I say, I'm a sadistic fuck who's into pain mixed with pleasure. But you all knew that by now, I'm sure.

After the flirting ended and I headed home to my self-imposed isolation, I began to question my own sanity. Here I am, accused of murdering a child in a foreign country, and I'm flirting with a vampire that could actually destroy me. Yep, sanity is not my strong suit these nights. But frankly sanity is highly overrated.