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Puppy Love

Gritting his teeth seemingly to hold his tongue Vincent calmed himself for a second before speaking.-" Look.. I really don't have time to explain.. But this is what I can tell you..that liquid will save her life. without it she'll die."


Stroking her read his voice became sadder " But because of ..complications with my job I won't be able to look after her. "


Turning to face Dasher his head was lowered " She's not just some stray..she's important to me. But it will be your life she changes. that's why it has to be your choice..your free will.. I promise ill explained things later...no matter what your choice.


His head then popped up with a dead serious expression, and a gaze that could turn some one to stone- " Live or Die? make your choice!" he shouted
 
"Of course I want her to live!" Dasher shouted almost instantly. He hesitated for a moment longer, watching the golden liquid ooze slowly back and forth as he titled the glass vial. How is this dog important to HIM? He didn't have time for questions right now, he realized that. He reasoned that the worst the strange liquid could do was kill the animal- she was going to die without it, so why not take the chance? Surely it wouldn't make her death more slow and torturous...would it? No, I have to stay positive. He handed the vial and syringe over to the still unknown man. "We're counting on you."
 
Vincent let our a relieved sight as he took the syringe from Dasher and drew the thick ooze from the vile.


Hesitating for a moment, he thought back to his orders."Christ.. Dorian is gonna kill me.." He mumbled to himself before administering the dose.


The Dog winced in pain for a moment, but then was still and relaxed.


"There you go dear.." He said in loving tone as he stroked her head.


He then patted Dasher's shoulder and announced -" I'm proud of you." as he walked by to a far wall.


leaning against the wall, he slid down until he was sitting on the dirty floor.


It was clear that he was too spent to care about getting his Armani pants dirty.


lighting his last cigarette he laughed to himself " Christ, that was..dramatic. "


Smoke swirled from his mouth as he joked "Would you ever believe I was a vet once upon a time?"
 

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