He turned and nodded. "I do not have a favorite name." He said locating the shower the man spoke of. "May I borrow some clothing?"

that was unexpected and he was momentarily at a loss, noone had ever told him they had no favorite before, "....no name at all? you should think of one while you bathe." pulling from the bed he stretched before padding over to the dresser to pull out his one change of clothes, throwing it at the man he slunk back into the bed. he needed to hurry but that was just not how it was done, his guest needed to leave first

Galvin did not understand why it was so imperative he gave the man a name. He took the clothing and washed off every thing that was Kenneth. Once he walked out the door he would try and put the man out of his mind. He didn't need attachments to a vampire, even if was a good fuck. He dried himself with a towel and dressed in the mans loosely fitting garments. He exited the bathroom as he buttoned the last button. “I am sorry Kenneth I do not have a favorite name. Why do you need one?” He looking at the man. His eyes didn't stay on his face for long and realized the clothing would do him no good if he didn't get out of the room.

he was already bored again by the time the man pyce was out though he melted into bedroom eyes and smooth lines when the other came back into the room. "i want you to call me by a name that makes you happy, 'kenneth' was a poor name, i want you to want to call out the next time i see you." he offered the other no room to reply before standing up again to have his own quick scrub, granny wasn't going to pick one of those other money-grubbing weasels just because he got a little action

When the other disappeared he took a small amount of time running his fingers over what he could and trying to find some information, but the apartment like he guessed the previous night, lacked anything to make it personal. He left before the other was finished. Fancying a walk to loosen up his muscles since he lacked his morning exercise.

maia was as usual surly and snippy though he did make it on time so at least it wasn't him she was angry with. susan had been the last to arrive and made things worse by wearing yellow, his grandmother's least favorite color. as the old woman bitched out his sister he made himself comfortable pouring maia her mid-morning scotch and water. he would get a leg-up today

With the drink in hand she poured on the yellow frock, and did not have to ask for another one as she simply expected it. She watched her children gather round her at the table in order of favoritism.

the morning was a slow one after maia worked out her pissy attitude all over susan. they wasted an hour with idle chatter then another with food and ended it as they did every sunday listening to the woman systematically tear down each of them, their parents, and society as a whole before they were expected to offer her kisses good-bye and to get the hell out. he made certain to be one of the last ones to leave and promised her that he would visit in two days. he did not breathe easy until he was well away from the house and being driven back home in the waiting maybach

He was surprised his little apartment was not to far from the location of the strange mans. The entire walk back he brushed aside the thoughts of the strange vampire asking for a name, and lost all thoughts of him as soon as he saw his best friend looking forlorn and wanting attention out of his cage. He took the dog for a walk and spent some quality fetch time with him at a park.

as the driver stopped at a light he happened to look out the window and saw the pyce man playing with a dog in one of the city's open parks. it brought to his attention that he still knew nothing of this stranger with whom he had spent the night and though it was a common enough thing for his lovers to remain anonymous none had ever stalked him before. flipping open his phone he called one of his associates, he would have a little information dug up about this man pyce

The hairs raised on the back of his neck and a horn from the street brought his attention to a blue car a maybach, that had not moved since the light turned green, angering a lot of the other vehicles behind it. He shooed his dog further into the park away from the street, with the taunt of a stick.

by the time late afternoon had rolled in he was little more informed than before. his stalker, despite his criminal hobbies, was vanilla to the core, no police history, no questionable jobs or clubs. the man did not even attend religious functions or subscribe to online porn. barring the man's extensive medical records attesting to his lack of personal awareness and respect for fractures there was not a damn thing about him worth noting. he tossed the papers to the floor as he leaned back in his chair, there was something odd here, he needed a little more digging

This time when he left he decided to leave his dog outside of his cage to let him roam free about the apartment. Tucking his shades on his face, his first task was to retrieve his bike and his second was to return to the club. The place was a dead end since they would not allow him admittance any more. He rode onwards to the apartment, but even after break in, he found it was still sterile. Even the bed room seemed to have been touched by maid hands erasing any evidence that he and the man spent the night together. Finally he rode the bike to the drug mind slave's house. He sat on his bike watching the place. Quietly he found yet another breech in the mans home. This time it landed him in a bathroom. With one hand armed, he stalked through the house looking for any signs of cirro and leveau.

he was schmoozing eva when he got the call. letting her go with a small pinch and a quick grin he sat up to listen to what the voice on the other end had to say. he was not pleased with what he heard

He found the voodoo boy, passed out on the floor surrounded by smoldering red candles, drenched in sweat and breathing funny. He did not dare step inside the mans clumsily drawn chalk circle. He reached over and checked the mans pulse wondering if he overdosed on voodoo. He cocked his gun and hit the man lightly trying to rouse him from his trance.

he felt a jarring as the barrier was penetrated and pain as something touched him. jerking roughly out of the touch of loa he opened his eyes to the stranger from before leaning into his circle. quickly he reached out and smeared away a portion of the chalk to break the now corrupted circle though he could not find his voice to close it properly and had to do what he could with silent prayer

Worried about the man, he lifted him completely from the circle. He was sure he overdosed on some drug. Galvin did not see any instruments to indicate which substance he was abusing. It didn't matter what kind of overdosing the man was doing, his fingers slipped over the dials for 911 and he tried to keep the man awake.

as he desperately finished the impromptu closing he was lifted from the circle and he struggled in the grip. he had to be put down, he had to be put back down. kicking and thrashing he tried to get the stranger to drop him to no avail. he could feel the loa's anger and his guardians' confusion and it scared him into calling for leveau as forcefully as he could

The trashing caught him off guard be assumed it was the others inability to control his limbs. Quickly Galvin wrapped the mans body in a found blanket draping on the arms of a couch. There was a light knock on the door, he thought it unusual for the emergency people to get to the house so fast. The knock turned into a loud pounding, and Galvin opened the door already ready to spit out a fabricated lie about his friend when he found the red head standing in the door and not in blue medical smocks. There was nothing he could say while being caught red handed so he moved to let the other inside.

passing near cirro's neighborhood he had the urge to visit the man. it felt like an itch in his back and thinking nothing of it passed by without a word. when the feeling became a scratch in the back of his mind he grew paranoid and wishing to assuage it had the driver to turn around and go back so he could assure himself there was nothing wrong.

as they pulled up to the house he saw a rather expensive motorcycle in the drive and figuring the man to be in the middle of one of his cheap shows thought to leave again but the feeling would not leave and stepping free of the car went up to the door and knocked briskly. nothing. knocking harder he tasted bile and angrily beat at the door until it was opened though the one at the other end was not his lover dressed in his voodoo rags but the man pyce with his twitching lover jerking around in his arms. yanking the man free he heard the witch croak out 'circle' before stilling and pushing the nut even farther into the house rushed to the back where cirro worked his private magic. seeing the smudged chalk he hastily unwrapped the man before unceremoniously dumping him back into the middle. several attempts to pull his lover free of other circles like this one left him educated enough to know that cirro was almost certainly half out of his head and backing away let him whisper croakily the witchy voo-doo words to fix whatever the man pyce had fucked up

He should have left. A person with commonsense would have. However he stood transfixed watching Leveau/Kenneth pacify the failing limbs of the man back inside of the white circle. He came towards the circle curiously.

he could feel the man move closer to the chalk circle and turning around grabbed the man by the throat before slamming him to the ground. "do you KNOW what you were doing?! HE BELIEVES HE WILL DIE IF YOU BREAK THAT FUCKING CIRCLE" feeling his anger grow as the man underneath him took to struggling he tightened his grip and would have crushed the man's larynx if not for a raspy command to halt from his lover. without letting go he stopped squeezing quite as hard though he kept it tight enough for the man to understand how little control he had at this moment

The fast movements caught him off guard and he was blinded by burst of white within his vision. He managed a small head shake was crushing his voice box. He wheezed out the word overdose. Slowly his reflexes were kicking in now that his brain had a chance to recover despite the little air. Galvins knees begin to bend and his finger tips inched towards the dagger that lay hidden in his shoes.

he could hear cirro calling out again to have him stop but he did not trust the man to not do something stupid and remained where he was though when he felt an arm moving he gave a short warning squeeze. "are you finished? i won't bloody your floor but he attacked you while you were doing your voodoo thing, he tried to hurt you." he could see cirro sitting upright and wipe away the circle in a smooth motion. the strange itch in his shoulders went away as it was removed. he watched his lover stand and come over, the soft chalk touch to his cheek was soothing. "he did not attack me, he leaned into the circle, i was the one to break it, i was summoning ezili when he corrupted it. i was the one to break the magic"

He clenched his dagger ready to lacerate into Kenneths arm. It wasn't the fingers around his throat that kept him from stabbing the vampire in his cephalic veins, it was the fact that he could hear the dug boys voiced. He listened not understanding who Ezil was but thought perhaps the boy was insane.

he felt some of his anger dissipate and loosened his grip further. "even so he could have done serious damage...are you ok?" turning into the hand he sighed, "i don't know what i would do if something happened to you." he let let his guard down and it was taken advantage of. before he could be kissed by his lover for his actions he was stabbed by pyce. he punched the man with his free arm even as he pulled the damaged one away from the man's throat and to his chest. he scrambled to get off

Given the chance he rolled from the deranged vampire. He rapidly drew in the first real breaths of air he could take spitting out one of his teeth and sucking down as much blood as he could through the barely working nasal passages. Galvin shambled to get out of the house and back to his bike.

he did not understand what was happening until he saw the blood and the stranger ran away. pulling leveau closer he directed the man to the bathroom for linen to close the cut. he was more surprised however when as soon as they had managed to get there there was the sound of sirens and the house became occupied with medics. the last thing leveau said to him before being carted off was for him to pack his bags. he nodded at the retreating back in a daze

It was a slow and painful ride to his parents house. They called their private doctors to come and fix him and Galvin and his dog dropped off the face of the planet for while. His parents were quick to remind him how much his foolishness cost him. At least they brought him Agamemnon. With in a week he was cleared to return to his apartment. Galvin had forgotten about his encounters with Leveau, Kenneth and the hoodoo priest cirro. It was Saturday. Galvin had worked through sleepless nights to make up for a week of not rehearsing. They had threatened to move him to understudy status in the dance company. He shook off the opening night jitters, happy that his bandage could be made discrete through make up.

he had set cirro up in the red apartment in an effort to get the closest to what the brownstone was as he could. the walls and floor were wood, there was minimal metal things and it was closer to the ground floor than any of the other apartments but by the sixth day his efforts started looking more like a poor idea. cirro spent several hours every day just scrubbing. he knew better than to ask why and when the circles and brick smears began to pop up his answer was given. cirro was making wards. on the sixth day he stopped going anywhere but cirro's and home. on the sixth day he got a call

He had gotten lucky during the dance, at the last moment he changed positions with another dancer. The man took a rather horrible tumble on stage in the spot where There were suppose to land after the grand finale. Instead of having a celebratory after party they had to see a cast member off to the hospital. Galvin fell into caution. While exiting the hospital he made a few calls along the network. They informed him his name had been investigated. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He no longer wished to return to his apartment.

he slammed the gris-gris on the table as a nervous waiter took his order of coffee and durian puffs. slouching he waited for the drink to come, he was glad to be away from cirro's insanity for a while though it gave him time to think about the loon pyce. he sighed. if it had just been him then it could be counted off as a normal thing but he had never had a lover threatened. it was unsettling. he nearly did not notice the man coming back with his coffee

The long walk had left him cold, parched and drained. He was greeted by a perky young girl who clearly abused her free coffee perks. He swept by the other people in the cafe and found himself a window seat and was given a moment to read over the menu.

he was finishing the last of his coffee though the pastries remained uneaten when he grew too irritated running in aggressive circles around thoughts of gutting pyce he paid for his drink and headed back to the waiting car

He perked up as he got his coffee, but then his mood was ruined by the red haired man walking out of the door. He paid his waitress and slipped out into the night, discretely waiting until the other had gotten into his vehicle before slipping into a near by resting cabbie. He spoke cliché movie words to the man, but as he fished out his card and told him to just charge it, the cabbie indulged him.

they did not get too far before the driver opened his mouth to blabber about a cab following them. he almost told the man to shut up but thoughts of the stalker played on his paranoia and he had the driver head back towards cirro's house. he did not realize he was reaching for the gris-gris until he touched bare neck. angrily he slammed his errant hand into his lap and slouched

He paid the cabbie the hundred even though the fare was not worth it. He watched the man disappear inside and followed in the shadows. From his first two encounters with the house he had learned of two entry points but he decide to scale a tree and try from the upstairs, perhaps rather then it ending badly with some one hurt he could simply ease drop.

he stood waiting by the back window where the stalker has come in before and waited. several minutes passed before his patience paid off, however not in the way he had planned. from the floor, directly overhead there came the soft sound of a window frame dragging wood. if he had not been listening he would not have heard and he would place money bets that the man pyce was counting on it. silently as he could he moved from the window to slide against the wall next to the stairs. he would beat the man with his own moves

The room was strangely sterile for a heroin addict. Sterile and full of candles, incense, and other miscellaneous objects that made Galvins skin crawl. He quietly stalked out of the room listening for sounds of Cirro. He paused before stepping on the last step. Galvin scanned as much of the room as he could. There still no signs of Cirro about the house. His eyes caught something that looked like an address book. He walked over to the wall dresser plucking the book off the table hoping to find an entry on Leveau.

when the man drew close he stepped out and quickly knocked the man face-first into the ground before pinning him. "you have followed me again, forget breaking your dainty little legs i should break your neck and be done with you"