He dressed in black, combat fatigues—his hunting garb. He loaded a sawed off shotgun with rock salt shells and grabbed a small crossbow, fitting a w...ite oak quarrel. He had to wear gloves to handle the wooden shafts. Their purity would burn him."What are these, Sire?" Rosa asked. Blood ran down her chin and neck to her round breast. The red sheen contrasted with her golden-brown skin. She picked up a glass ampoule."Holy water." Are they dangerous to us?"Damien nodded. "Everything in here can. Finally he decided he liked the new arrangement, which wasn't that drastically different than how it looked when we started. Obviously exhausted, I sat down on the couch. He asked me if I'd like a Gatorade, to which I quickly accepted. He brought it to me in a glass and, while it tasted a bit off at first, I didn't care and gulped the entire thing down, then leaned back against the couch.After a few minutes, I started feeling a bit uneasy as the room began to spin. I tried to stand, but my legs. A small crowd of people surrounded a ladder in the empty beer cooler.A man was standing on the ladder with his head buried in the guts of the cooler's evaporator assembly.Shirl saw him and shook her head. "It's lousy timing with the weekend upon us, but it could be worse." What's the story?" he asked."Julio," Shirl pointed to the man on the ladder, "is our guy for heating and cooling. Barley was never big on spending money wisely, as you know."The previous owner of the Black Horse was a. I just wanted to die. Liam, the lad who I’d been in love with since school, Liam who I’d thought about non-stop every day and night, Liam…he knew how I felt about him. Oh fuck. Right, fuck it. There was nothing I could do about it. He knew how I felt and I can’t help the way I feel. I was in love with him and that was that. Really, I should just walk back in the pub, sit down and say to him, “It’s true. I’m in love with you.” But I couldn’t. No way couldn’t. No way could I do that. There was no.