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*Edit* It's been pointed out I omitted the fact this follows on from Fearless Vampire Killers and A Hunying We Will Go - sorry for any confusion.
Whistler sighed as Hannibal King walked in casually throwing his gear on to the workbench.
“Whistler, Worm.” He nodded to the pair in the room before heading off to grab a shower.
“Wait a minute. Where the hell have you been?”
“Out making friends.” He caught her look of scepticism. “Hey I can make friends.”
“Did you take care of the vampires hunting the embankment?”
“Done and dusted, slight complication but they’re all ash now.” Whistler wanted to strangle him, complicated could mean anything from he’d been hitting on a woman when he got attacked by the vamps or things had gone to hell in a hand basket and he’d been lucky to get out alive. She watched as he left the room surprised when he stopped at the door.
“Either of you guys heard of the Black Witch?”
“There have been rumours and things but they’d sounded like something vampires would tell to scare children.” Whistler shrugged in dismissal.
“Probably another vampire myth like the Slayer.” Worm added.
“Slayer eh? That’s interesting.”
They both looked at each other in confusion once he’d left the room.
“That boy’s had one concussion too many.” The Worm returned to his archive leaving Whistler alone in the workshop.
“One day I’ll get a straight answer out of him.”