Pay It Forward
It was almost morning when Tristan got home. The first twinkles of sunlight were just peeking over the horizon. The vampire hurried through the shadows of his neighborhood and unlocked his door. He wasn't surprised to see Damas as he opened the door. The dark cat immediately began to purr and rub itself against his legs. Tristan had to smile a little. He reached down and picked up the cat in one of his large hands before settling down onto the sofa. He kicked off his boots and scratched Damas' ears while he clicked on the answering machine.

Three messages, but only two of note. Both from Rhiannon.

To say he was surprised was putting it mildly. "Well, Damas, looks like I have a favor to pay." He jotted down her number off his caller I.D. and dialed his phone.

When the voice mail came on, Tristan wasn't surprised.

"I'll be there." Tristan hung up the phone and sat in his sofa, scratching Damas' between his ears, lost in his dark thoughts once again. No, he wasn't a fan of the apocalypse. What fun was there in that?