By Tooth and ClawChapter 3
The man that stood before the counter was six feet tall, about two hundred pounds of well-shaped and slightly bulging muscles, skin a little lighter than my own, shoulder length dark brown hair, dark eyes with a dark dusting of stubble on his face. He appeared relatively young, somewhere between twenty-one and twenty-six, and was quite handsome and seemed personable. Not bad for a vampire who has seen six centuries. Not bad for a bastard bounty hunter and slim ball ex. "What are you doing...