Dusk returned to his desk, sitting back. The night had been slow while he got comfortable. Dusk imagined maybe Dusk could have gotten a book in hand while he leaned back, ready for another set of customers to come in. That was when he saw the lights around him begin to flicker. The light's intensity glowed as he looked around.

“What the Hell?” Dusk said while reaching down under the desk as Dusk pulled out a shotgun. Something he kept on him while working on the desk. After the last couple of times being attacked by a Demon and human. He wasn’t going to let himself get caught with his pants down. He cocked the rifle, ready to fire at anyone who tried to attack.

That was when the lights were out, his hand holding the gun, ready to fire. Taking a deep breath as he slowly walked towards the button, prepared to let the girls know they were under attack—a chill running down his spine. Like something was coming, Something dangerous. He looked at the gun, tightening the grip, ready to fire at any second as he took a deep breath, reminding himself; that Dusk wasn’t the only one, and soon the thought of that egg, the ruby-colored egg, reminded him that he had more to fight for, that egg.

“What are you waiting for ya’h bastard!” Adding more to the southern draw, Dusk couldn’t help but find it made him more Texan, and he chuckled while a thought struck him I’m the Texas Ranger tonight, and if this bastard is going to hurt my family, I’m going to send them to their maker. He didn’t care who it was. They wanted to hurt the people he cared for more than god himself, and then he would send them off. His head began to break when the doors blew open.

The sounds of doors clattering as Dusk aimed his gun; looking forward, he was ready to send whoever it was straight to hell and probably give the devil a message. Who knows who Dusk had met while down there he didn’t care.

Walking into the Bordello stood the man in white, and Dusk took his shot. No questions, no talking, just good old American firing and asking questions later. Dusk pulled the trigger. Buckshot fired into the air as it went right towards the Man in white. Though the stranger smiled, raising his hand as they began to glow a bright purple. He didn’t say a single word as the buckshells dropped in the air like they hit an invisible wall.

“The fuck?” Dusk said while he pumped the barrel, ready to fire again. Aiming, the man in white smirked,

“Now come on, bien Monsieur, there is no reason to fire onto a guest in this fine establishment.” The man in white spoke with a heavy accent. Dusk realized that he was speaking in French, “Now put down your American Weaponry, and we can talk like real men.” He said with a wide smile as he snapped his finger, a purple flash going off; Dusk was ready to fire off the gun again, aiming right at the stranger's head, when he found his rifle getting cold. Like cold as he struggled to hold onto it before dropping it. Otherwise, he might have obtained a severe case of frostbite.

“Who the hell are you?” Dusk said while he gritted his teeth, rubbing his hand and trying to warm them up as the man in white walked in.

“Ahh, you never heard of me.”

“No, I haven’t though I suspect your French; sorry, but we don’t serve frog legs and white flags here.” Dusk snarked back as he put up his fists, willing to go fist to cuffs with the man.

“Please, frogs taste like how you Americans eat garbage, and you might like them they take like Chicken.” The man said while moving his hand. Dusk glared, annoyed, as he wanted to punch his French face.

“Yeah, how about you come over here, and we can try out a knuckle sandwich? I’m sure you’d find that Chicken,” Dusk smirked while feeling cocky while the Man in white shook his head.

“Let’s speak, and please take a seat.” He waved his hand as Dusk was forced down to sit with a grunt. His arms pushed down to his sides as he held onto himself. Dusk tried fighting whatever this was off. But it seemed to be no use.

“What the Hell is it you want, Frenchie?”

“Oh, ho, you think because you managed to take down a demon like Abaddon, you could say take me on. I am not as narrow-minded as that woman. Besides, I have better claim over this house than she ever would. I am Blueblood.”

Dusk groaned, struggling as he tried breaking free.

“Well, nice to meet you, Blueblood. I’d shake your hand, but.” Blueblood chuckled at the sight, nudging his head while he tried raising his hand.

“It’s no problem; Now I want to talk to you about leaving the bordello.” He looked around for a second, admiring the place. “This place has changed since I was last here, it’s less elegant, But I suppose that’s what happens when you Americans get ahold of this place. How this beauty has fallen.”

“Hey, I happen to like how the place looks; feels natural,” Dusk growled while sitting there, knowing it was no use trying to break out but figured he’d keep the man talking.

“You might, though, in its hay day when I was running the place, it was far more elegant the finest silks to line the walls and none of these tacky things. Now those were the days.” He smirked while touching the walls.

“What do you mean when you were running the place?”

Blueblood looked back at Dusk, rolling his eyes, and Dusk found that he could almost hear what the man thought These Americans are so stupid. While he waved his hand, moving the chair, Dusk was sitting against the chair as he stepped before him.

“Do you think you are the only one who ran this whore house? Or that moron Keys. No, There have been far more.” The French wizard said while he walked around.

“So if you’re the old owner? Why the heck are you so damn determined to make me leave?”

“Oh, you see, the Bordello has some rules, one of them being only a human can run the bordello,” He raised his hand as fire appeared in his hand. Though Learning the secret of life and death and breaking the boundaries had angered the home, it decided we should be separated.” The flames went out while Dusk smirked.

“Well, it looks like the Bordello wanted a Divorce, and you can’t seem to take the hint.”

“It’s more than that; I loved this place, though it seemed not to understand what I was doing. I was once an old man and would not let this home throw me out like it did others. To die and let some new model take over.” He growled while staring at Dusk, looking at the French man with a smug look. Dusk couldn’t help but find his plan working out.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I’m not letting you take this house. You had a chance, and you fucked it up; you don’t get a second chance.” Dusk growled while he sat there, looking dead center in the eye. “So, make like the French is known best for and run away.” He popped his neck. Sure, Dusk didn’t have much to go on, but he wasn’t going to lay down and let this man take his home.

“Hmm, quite interesting, a man with some principle. But there’s always a price I can offer you so much. You can have power and eternal youth. They’re just whores, and you could leave and live your life without a care in the world. Heck, you could take a few of the women here. I don’t need them all.” Blueblood smirked while he held his hand out.

Dusk looked at it and felt the strength return to him as he examined the man in the eyes. “I know this home has hurt you, Monsieur; leave this place. Go back to your normal life, and be happy. I can even use some of my magic to make people forget every bad thing you did, and you can be happy. All you have to do is leave this place and never come back.”

Blueblood watched him with that broad smile, an attractive smile. A car salesman smile. Dusk looked at him as he simple sighed,

“You know what, I think I have an idea about that deal, and I’ll give you a counter offer.”

“Oh, what is that,” Blueblood said while he tilted his head, which Dusk smirked.

“You can get the hell out of my house. Gabby, now!” Blueblood suddenly found himself getting hit in the head with a hard thump. He turned to see the small Impish creature. Holding a large book in her hand, she kept hitting the man in white. The man turned around, watching the imp as he growled.

“You stupid, bitch!” He raised his hand, slapping the Imp, sending her across the room. If Gabby had done something, it distracted Blueblood, as Dusk managed to break away and attack the man in white.

“She is not a bitch, you bastard!” Dusk jumped on Blueblood's back and started punching him wherever he could. Gabby jumped on, grabbing him by the chest as she scratched at him. She was slamming against it as Blueblood growled.

“How dare you.” His hand raised as if bringing forth a spell, causing Gabby and Dusk to be thrown back. His head hit the wall as he looked over at the man.

“What's the matter, afraid of a fight, magic man?” Dusk pulled himself up, his fist in the air, ready to fight for more.

“This isn’t over, you American scum; I will have this house.”

“And you’ll meet the same fate as the last one who tried to take place.” Dusk Spat at him, while Blueblood growled as he vanished from the place in a puff of smoke. Dusk let out a long groan as he walked over to Gabby as helped her up.

“Thanks, Eli. I needed that.” He looked towards the Imp, who nodded, giving a fang-filled smile.

“Yeah, there’s nothing to sweat about it, Bada; now, who the heck was that freak, and why did he smell like dirty frogs,” Gabby said while gagging at the smell where Blueblood had once stood,

“Just the French, and yeah, Whoever the fucker was, he’s no good.”

“Who are you talking about.” Celestia ran in as she looked over, seeing the mess all around, even the gun laying off to the side, looking like it just got pulled out of a block of ice.

“Yeah, got attacked by some guy named Blueblood who claims he was a former owner of the bordello.”

“Great, just what we need is more trouble. Just let's call it a night. I’ll call up Trixie and see what she knows. But… Dusk, do you attract trouble? I mean, ever since you ended up joining the place, there hasn’t been a moment of peace.”

“It’s not like I go looking for trouble. It’s just finding me.”

Celestia sighed while rubbing her head. She was more annoyed than anything else as she looked over a few.

“Alright, girls, clean this place up. We’ll close the brothel tonight.” Celestia turned back as the girls around immediately began cleaning up. Some grabbed brooms while they picked up the broken glass.

Dusk moved over, grabbed the frozen shotgun, putting it back where he pulled it out. He couldn’t help but wonder what was in store for him. Just the idea of This Blueblood coming after him and the house.

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Blueblood grunted while he stumbled over himself walking to a porch. Looking down he saw his white suit turning red. It seemed as though that Imp got her claws into him.

“This isn’t good, Just relax.” He turned to knock on the door, as he took a deep breath, his heart pounding while he turned around looking back at the Bordello. His Bordello, and his heart sunk looking to the place, knowing that the home was in his grasp and he had a chance to take it back. He just needed to take it.

Author's Note

Hey ther guy's now i wonder how you feel about learning who the man in white is, well its been fun working on this even if I was slow, now I'm heading to a convention, and please guys have fun and go wild heh. remember you only live once.

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