Greg leaned up against a building and lit up a cigarette. He was patient enough to wait for the blood sucker to come out.
A breeze blew and Greg smelled the hint of sulfur on it. That was never a good sign. He tossed the cigarette on the ground and ground it out with a heel. He looked around.
Tourists passed by him and a myriad of smells assaulted his sense of smell. Still above it all he could smell sulfur. It grew stronger. Greg looked around at the people passing by, but then something caused him to look up. He could see red glowing eyes looking down at him. Demons. He'd bet money on it.
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