The Bleeding Page #3

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whose resting in peace.

Sh*t.

Nice going, baldy.

-My name is Black.

A lost. -You done

playing games?

Looking for father Roy.

Well, if he owes you money,

you know, of better luck

get a phony daizy pushers.

That's great.

You know where he is?

Dude. The guy name

Black is here.

This is father Roy?

Dude.

Dude.

Totally busted.

Enough snooze.

Glasses.

You have a car?

-Yeah.

What if?

-Shelby.

Doesn't give much

better than that, does it?

Oh, sh*t.

Where you going?

Time for breakfast.

You buying.

Ej, Crash. Keep

the eye on fort, ok?

You got it.

You have enough

to pay check, right?

Yeah, I got it.

Fine.

Hey, honey.

Come here.

What is it Vinnie?

Everything that's

really cool but

can I get some jam?

Hold on a second.

Peach jam.

Peach jam.

Man, she has a nice ass.

-I heard that father.

I guess right about now,

you start a wonder how

come I never ask you,

what you done here, right?

Cross my mind.

-Listen.

Be the man of the

cloth and all that,

kind a get to know

people pretty good.

You know, straight

isn't type of guy,

buy holly water

or sulicid be for

at divine plant,

which is nothing

more than a weed.

And also no seen

like the kind of a sucker

to buy a Bible heri Jesus

and red tears fall down of

his face in the full colory.

In fact,

what I do think,

is that kind of guy

only shows up

when the sh*t

about to hit the fan.

That kind of guy was

show up when it does

the bodies count can go up.

That's the kind of thing

that I want stay

f***ing away from him.

So, I really appreciated

all the grub.

A very nice gesture

on your part

but I'm gonna

eat it by myself.

And our business is over.

Before I go,

jump on this.

I jumping on this.

Try that.

Everything is telling me,

not to pick up that piece of paper.

Curiosity is always

one of my dam falls.

Father Roy- Black

is a vampire killer...

A slayer! It's in his blood.

The time is right

to kill Cain.

Tagg.

Time to "va manos". -Don't you

want finished your breakfast.

I lost my appetite.

Here the check, please.

Give it to him.

Walk or die, priest.

Beat it, mind you.

F*** you.

Get away.

Where you going?

Where you going?

How cool is that club

Morter right in here.

I don't know. We

should be go back.

Told you, this place

give me bad vibes.

These perverts lives this too.

The perverts live everywhere.

Let's just get the

car and go to party.

I mean, priest

and the hooker.

I love this place.

Crazy.

Come on.

Move.

I guess Cain was be quick

in his boots right about now.

Quiet priest. Your mighty

slayer is dead by now.

Oh, maybe not.

Oh, sh*t. Didn't this a guy

we met in the road?

One with the gun?

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