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Brenton was more than just a tattoo artist. He was a great artist. He'd won awards for his tattoos world over. But there was more to the vampire than just another artist in a sea of artists. He cared deeply for those around him. He would spend nights on the street taking care of the rough sleepers and the rejected. He would protect the sex workers and the drug addicted. He would do what he could to get them off the streets and healthy.

Hendrix had been on the street since he was a small child. He didn't really know anything else. At twenty he was now pretty street wise. Despite a crippling heroin addiction he still got on alright. That was until he found himself a witness to a murder. The worst part was that the guy doing the killing was a well known supernatural drug dealer, and he'd seen Hendrix. Now Hendrix was on the run, withdrawing and struggling to put one foot in front of the other.

This is a MM story. It has scenes that could be triggering to some readers. Scenes and language suited to 18+

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