Things my mind makes up.

Patrick has called. Elric did something again, and this time, it wasn't  something trivial from his tone. I pulled up my car in the alleyway in front of the old stone mansion that once belonged to Patrick’s employer, hoping this matter wouldn't  make things so much worse than they actually are. A half bald man in his sixties exists the house to meet me followed by three beautifully dressed young girls. “I hope your trip wasn't  too unpleasant” said Patrick, smiling at me. His smile however, showed no hint of being upset. It would seem his quarrel with Elric couldn't  have been that much of a problem after all. “I would like you to meet the girls.” As soon as he uttered those words, the oldest one takes a step forward; “My name is Angela” “Hello Angela” I reply while shaking her hand. “I.. “ she mutters “have bloodluss” I stumbled in my words. That was Eric’s disease and, as far as I know, only transmitted through blood. Or sex. I smile, sweat s...