The Outlaw reborn - [Jesse Fforde]

[Synn (DELETED 11404)]

”You willing to chase them down and shop off their hands? You get reported, you’ll have the cops and soldiers after you. That something you’re willing to do?” Synn chuckled to himself as flashbacks of the most gruesome things he had ever done for his MC began to play in his mind. "I was the head of one of the most feared and respected Motorcycle clubs in Manitoba." Synn said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette pack. "Now I am one sadistic **** and I've seen some **** and I've done some more ****." He opened the pack and pulled out a smoke. "So I have some experience in separating people from their appendages". Synn said as he put a smoke in his mouth and lit it.

Synn took a drag and slowly exhaled into the air. "As for the cops and army brats, one thing about being an outlaw biker is that you learn how to be discreet. Also in the unlikely event that they do come into the picture, teach me how to do what you did back there and I promise you they wont be a problem." Synn took another drag of his smoke and exhaled. "Did I mention that I have the biggest set of balls you will ever see on a living human." He said with a laugh. "Names Synn by the way." He said as he finished his cigarette and flicked it on the street.

[Jesse Fforde]

"You may have mentioned your balls already, yeah. Sorry, dude, I don't bat for your team," he said with a smirk. No, he didn't get the vibe that this 'Synn' was hitting on him, but Jesse liked to tease, and the guy seemed to have an obsession with his own balls. He also wondered what kind of MC this guy had belonged too--were they the Hell's Angels type, who fucked up bad guys for the good of the city, doing charity drives and the like? Or were they just... downright evil? The bad guys themselves? Turned out, Jesse didn't really care. There was something else the guy had said that got Jesse's full focus, cause him to stop in their tracks so that he could face Synn, look him in the eye.

"What do you want me to teach you, exactly? How to scare people? How to weild a blade so it can cut clean through grit and muscle? If you're as badass as you say you are, you'd already know how to do those things," he said, watching the human carefully. "So be honest, now. What is it you're actually asking me to teach you?" he asked. How to be a vampire? If that's what the human wanted, then he was going to have to ask for it himself.