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Brannon was turned in a moment of desperation, and the act has been a constant source of embarrassment for his patron. He was so whiny, childish and ridiculously entitled, much of the coven has taken to avoiding him or pretending he doesn't exist. Most of his victims are the weak and infirm, though he's quite capable of hunting better food. He's just too lazy. He's nevertheless desperate to get back into the coven's good graces.

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"Dear sir or madam," he wrote, then scribbled it out almost immediately. That wouldn't do. The head of the coven was a woman. He knew that.

"To whom it may concern," he tried again, and scratched that out as well. It didn't concern anybody. He knew that, too. Might as well not give them an opening.

"Dear Lady Isabel," he decided at last. Even though he was pretty sure her real name wasn't Isabel. He was pretty sure most of them weren't using their real names -- after all, he'd never met an actual Vladimir in suburban Wisconsin, and there were three in this coven alone.

"I have not yet received my invitation for the weekend's hunt, and since the rules of the coven specifically state all are to attend, I'm sure this must be an oversight on your part."

He paused, then scratched out the last three words.

"I await your speedy reply."

He signed the note and set down his pen. He expected no reply at all, if he wanted to be perfectly honest about it. He expected them to snicker over the note and tear it up. He'd heard she read his last missive out loud to the assembly.

Well, as long as they weren't paying attention to it anyway ...

"PS. You and your snobby slimeball friends can go for a roast in the afternoon sun for all I care. Have you ever eaten a senior home resident with blood so thin it tastes like cabbage? That I still remember what cabbage tastes like is a crime! I'm just as deserving as any of you of a chance at a real meal."

He stewed for a moment, then tossed the note in a small fire burning for exactly that purpose.

His clock chimed, and he sighed. He was going to be late for his date with Maude. She was a nice old lady, let him feed in exchange for reading a chapter of her latest romance novel. Said she liked how he did the voices.

Well, he was certainly hungry enough to get through an embarrassingly exact sex scene today. Maybe he'd get lucky and it would be all about the plucky heroine's evil-yet-dashing ex. He sighed again and made for his closet. Maude liked him best when he wore a cape.