SIMON
Simon LaRue flinched. Richard's victim had a nice set of lungs on her. He flicked his cigarette off the rooftop of the pawn shop and looked down. The cab was parked in the alleyway and the vampire was inside it, trying to put his fangs into her neck.
Simon had already shed his human form. When he was doing his job for the Family, they weren't interested in his people skills. They wanted his demon talents. His skin was red and shiny-smooth as leather. His eyes were black, his claws sharp, and two curved horns stuck out of his hairless head.
The woman screamed again.
Simon jumped off the building and landed feet first on the cab. The hood caved in with a thump-crunch and the engine died. He heard Joey swear as the cabbie flung open the door. He got one foot out. Simon punched through the glass and grabbed his T-shirt, yanking him through the shattered windshield.
