#Chapter 48: Werewolves of London

Kadeem “Awoooo!” Kadeem and Mateo spilled out onto the sidewalk half-drunk. Okay, more than half-drunk. “Did you see the look on his face,” Mateo said, slurring on the ‘s’ sounds and stumbling past a group of women entering the bar. “I’ve never seen a vampire turn that color before.” Kadeem grabbed Mateo by the shoulder to keep him from colliding with the women. One, with purple hair and a silver nose ring, shot a look of loathing and disgust at Mateo. Mateo took no notice. The man was Teflon to the disdain of others. “How does the undead get flushed,” Mateo asked, completely oblivious to how close he was coming to trampling another crowd of passing strangers on the sidewalk. “He went as red as a cherry tomato!” Irritated, Kadeem helped Mateo weave through the other group of Weres. “How the hell would I know?” “Maybe he had just eaten,” Mateo said, shrugging Kadeem off of him - as though Kadeem was the annoying one. Kadeem rolle