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JUDE, SAMIEL AND NATHANIEL STOOD IN FRONT OF the TV, their eyes grave They cleared a space for me so I could see

At first I wasn’t sure what I was looking at A reporter’s voice caling everywhere, and it was hard to see exactly as going on People were screa at and running from

Then the ca at It was live footage fro the action just in front of the Picasso statue

There were vampires everywhere, and the sun blazed down on the plaza

"Gods above and below," I whispered "Azazel’s forle of the camera shifted and tipped to one side Blood splattered over the lens The reporter stopped speaking The ani squelch of flesh being eaten broadcast far too clearly

"We have to do so," I said

"You can’t fly any your pajah the sound of feasting

"I can carry you," Nathaniel said, and I ran for ed into a wolf, discarded his clothes, ran to the door

I grabbed my sword, pulled my boots over my pajama pants, yanked on ht behind me, Samiel close on his heels

Beezle launched from the mantel to my shoulder as I opened the front door Jude darted down the stairs in front of me

"Why can’t you stay home where I know you’ll be safe?" I said to Beezle as he crawled inside my coat

"Like I would miss this," he said, his voice o dark side"

I ignored his jibe I’d made some questionable choices lately, to be sure, but when I looked back over them I wasn’t sure I could have s to worry about right now than h each of the front doors and bounded onto the porch, h with a burst of speed