Show of Hand

  "A contract?"

  "Yes, a contract."

  "Why should I?"

  "Only option laid bare. Without immediate care, I'm afraid, there's no hope of survival. The godly aura oozes. The vampiric blood fights and claws for survival. A commendable effort. As for my offer, it's simple. Sign a contract and become part of a greater family. A deal struck with the devil," he lowered the smirk, "-is one not to be taken easily, nor is it easily granted."

  "Else I can die…"

  "And leave the world in the hands of an unknown entity. Don't tell me," he distanced himself a little, "-would dying solve the matter of the heart?"

  "Pardon?"