Five Years Ago…

“Besides, you don’t have a choice. You have to help,” she said, her tone sticky with smugness. “This is all your fault.”

“Give me a break, lady,” Blake said.

Stephanie smirked. “Don’t believe me? Five years ago, your horny little friend summoned a succubus. That succubus briefly opened a portal to Hell and some very bad things slithered out and into our world. And one of those things…carried the infection. This strain of it, anyway.”

“Go frak yourself,” Simon snarled, showing Stephanie what he had drawn on his hand. She fell to the floor, writhing in pain. She barked out a guttural, Semitic sounding command, and Simon was hurled into the wall.

Blake rushed to where Simon crashed. “You OK, kid?” he asked, attempting to help Simon up, only to be shoved away.

“I’m fine,” Simon said, angrily. “We can’t trust her, Blake.”

“Yeah, but if she is telling the truth, we’ve got to – oh crap,” Blake said, staring at something through the diner’s window.

“What is it? Vampires?” Simon asked.

“Worse. Chicago PD.”

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