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and gently washed her clean. He would have to take better care of her from now on. How was he was going to explain who he was, why she was pregnant? Not to mention the length of her pregnancy and the method of delivery. He sighed, he would figure it out when the time came, and he knew he would have to tell her, sooner or later.
    He crawled back onto her bed, pulled her into his arms, cradling her against him, taking the time to let it absorb into his system, that his baby grew within her. The thought of having a family again never crossed his mind, since the theft of his powers and the death of his children. Finding the demons who'd taken his powers and exacting revenge consumed his every waking hour. Now things were changing once again. He had a new responsibility, whether he wanted it or not. Neman found himself wanting it. With Vanessa, he could have the things he'd been denying himself for thousands of years. He could not stop searching, nor would he give up his revenge. He'd just take a little detour. After all, immortality had its advantages. The only question which remained, is this a life she would want?
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Chapter 5
    It had taken him longer to locate Neman than usual. He sniffed the air, detecting Neman's scent on a bike parked not too far from where Slazzamar leaned against the red brick wall of an apartment block and brooded. After eight hundred years of being treated as an outcast, no one caring if he lived or died, why hadn't he developed a thicker skin against all the shit thrown at him? Only through hard work, determination and sheer hate was he able to pull himself out of the squalor of the Lower Realms.
    He had learned quickly that information meant power. Slazzamar made it his purpose to obtain information, to know something about everyone significant in the Lower and Outer Realms. Important creatures were willing to pay nicely to gain the upper hand on their enemy, to have someone snoop, or inform on a betrayer. So Slazzamar the Sneak was born. Although he made himself a vital source of information to many creatures, he was still treated with distaste and hatred. Everything he knew came with a dirty price. He always put his own pleasures above anything else, but this time he was fed up. He wanted something different, to feel something different. He no longer wanted to be Slazzamar the Sneak.
    His keen hearing picked up the sounds of passion, coming from the second-storey across the street. The deep growls of Neman and the moans and screams of pleasure from the woman he was fucking, softly echoed into the night.
    Jealously ripped through him. For once in his pathetic life, he wanted someone to want him for himself and not just as a reward for his services. He was no longer going to fuck whores, eager to pay him with sex. Slazzamar's temper flared. He threw out a spell to dampen the noise before he poured his rage into destroying a nearby trashcan, kicking the metal object into a battered state. He didn't want to alert Neman that he was tracking him. If Slazzamar could easily track Neman, then others would as well—it was only a matter of time. He placed his hand against the cool of the brick wall and took a deep, calming breath.
    "Whatever the bin did to you, I'm sure it deserved the beating it got,” a soft male voice said behind him.
    Slazzamar spun around, ready to attack the intruder, but stopped short when a youthful-looking human male, with dusty blond hair and hazel eyes, walked toward him without any hint of fear, only a look of curiosity. He was dressed in some kind of white uniform. Slazzamar's gaze wondered over the younger man; he was pretty to look at with high cheekbones, a narrow nose and a strong jawline.
    "The age-old question: if a tree falls in the woods and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? But how do you flatten a metal trashcan without making a sound?"
    "I cast a spell,” Slazzamar said, before thinking.
    "A spell? Now that's a neat