“Er,” Simon replied.
“Spit it out, kid. She finds a teen club or frat party and we’ll be calling her ‘Ms. God’ by 3 a.m.”
“I know this girl. She gave me her blood.”
“She must like you. Alright, where is she?”
“Well… er… she, um, she recently moved to Canada?”
Blake locked his eyes on Simon’s, a bear-trap glare you’d have to chew your own leg off to get out of.
“Moved to Canada? Really. Stop bullshitting me, son.”
“Alright. I don’t know a girl. I got it from an occult supply store.”
“Acme Demonological Warehouse Supply?”
“That’s the one.”
“Really. They haven’t been able to ship virgin blood since it was declared a Class A Vital Humour in ‘04. Y’know, kid, it’s kind of interesting that you’re named Simon and the succubus is called Simone.”
Simon shivered, trapped in Blake’s pitiless stare.
“Well?”
“Alright! I don’t have anything to be ashamed of! I’m waiting for the right girl! Lots of guys do these days! Frak you!”
Blake smiled. “Thank you. Hold out your arm.”

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Finding A Virgin's Blood In This City At One In The Morning
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