C. No such luck. In the G.M.C. we were initiated in what was known as ‘baptism by fire.’ A lot of gangs call it being ‘blooded in.’ Of course...as Crips, we would never say some dumb ass shit like that. The actual membership in the G.M.C. was very small. We had at one time five gangs under our umbrella, and all of these gangs jumped in. We were the few, the elite, and we ruled the streets by fear and respect. To generate that fear we had to depend on massive amounts of violence, and frequent. " he let his question trail off."Yes," Robert said flatly. "She's completely trustworthy." He let his stone face crack for a second. "At least as much as we can trust a spook." He winked at me. I appreciated the remark. I knew he had done it to make me seem "more human" to them.For the next 30 minutes Robert summarized the case. Someone was killing young attractive women up and down the East Coast. The bodies showed all the classic symptoms of a vampire attack. The plan was for me to act as. "She still had doubt in her eyes, but she relaxed even further and let her arms fall to her sides."Come with me. You can watch me eat breakfast."Elaina left after breakfast. She was still very subdued and her customary savoir faire was in abeyance. She didn't kiss him good-bye.Rob found it hard to enjoy his customary Sunday morning out of worry for Elaina. He was sure she'd be back, but he couldn't imagine when. He was glad she'd admitted her love, but at the same time he wondered if she would. He was incredibly rough with her, holding her by the throat. We turned toward my bed and began unpacking my things, trying to give them some privacy. I could hear him cursing and calling her a whore. I was grateful Kyle was not cruel. When everything was packed, Kyle helped me into my uniform. The top was a thin white tank top, if it could even be considered that. It had wide straps and the bottom came down just far enough to cover my nipples and nothing more. The bottom of my breasts.