He rolled his eyes. "I mean, isn't that your job?" Jesse pursed his lips. "Really though, if you think it might be dangerous..."

Martha raised an amused eyebrow--which of course was completely lost on Weber because he couldn't see it--and said, "If I didn't know better, sir, I would think you wanted me to stay."

He shrugged. "I'm merely being hospitable." It was all he could do not to grin... he might not have gotten away with a straight face.

"Of course," she said, trying not to laugh.

Ein stumbled down the dark street, a half empty bottle clutched in his hand. He was half drunk and planning on completing the process of getting drunk before he finished off the bottle. As he took uneven crooked steps he came across an obstacle, an old junk car which blocked his way. He tried to go around, but ended up slamming his left knee into the bumper. He backed up and tried again, but was only rewarded with an even more bruised knee. He decided he would climb over, it took some time but finally he was standing on-top of the Junker.
"Ha! no one gets the better of Ein Brennan."
As he said this, his boot slipped, and fell back first on the ground in the exact spot where he had started the climb. The air was forced from his lungs and he lay gasping for minutes. After Ein recovered he grumbled and muttered some choice Irish curses. Finally Ein brought the hand with the bottle up to his lips, but the bottle was gone. He frantically searched the side walk and around the car for it, after what seemed like an eternity he found it. It had a spider glass crack across the side which leaked potent liquid, but there was still plenty of liquor left. Ein smiled as he picked up the bottle with anxious hands. He leaned up against the car which had given him so much trouble and relaxed, then he put the bottle to his lips and swallowed.




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When Ein woke it was still dark, he slowly sat up and wiped the sleep from his emerald colored eyes. After finally remembering where he was and how he got there he pulled a pocket watch from his trousers and looked at it. There were two watches, it didn't matter though, it would wear off. The important thing was that both watches had the exact same time, two AM. He still had plenty of time before his chimney sweep schedule demanded his attention. Ein stood on shaky legs and began taking small shuffling steps; he hadn't taken more than a dozen when he suddenly stopped. He heard a crash somewhere behind him; he turned round to see a gaunt figure coming out of the alley towards him. There was only one street lamp adjacent to him and it only gave out a dim glow. But it was enough to tell that it was defiantly a male, but his face was discolored and he had multiple gashes along his left cheek. As the disgusting sight got nearer he saw a red liquid run down from the man's mouth. Ein was about to ask if he was OK when he saw that what he had to believed to be a man was taking bites out of a human fore arm which was clutched in it's gory fingers. Ein was trying to put the facts together that a man or creature was eating another human being, and that the same creature was rushing towards him. As Ein was still in shock the Zombie had passed the car he had been unable to circumvent last night. As his brain finally was able to wade through all the alcohol he had been drunk the previous night and come to the conclusion that he should get the heck out of there. He was lifted off the ground and thrown backwards into the nearest building, which fortunately for Ein was an old warehouse with rotten siding and not solid brick like most of the buildings along the street. He crashed through the archaic wall and lay on the floor gasping for air. After he had regained his breathe he pushed himself to his unsteady feet. Standing outside the hole in the wall was something from a nightmare, Ein had read of things like this.
"Zombie? Yep, either that's a zombie, or I'm really starting to lose it. Well come on zombie, phantom or whatever you are, let's get it on day lights uh wasting."
As he said this he realized it was still pretty dark outside.
"Well you know daylights not actually wasting... yet, but you know what I mean."
As the still partially drunk Irishman tried to explain his mistake, the zombie finished swallowing the last finger on the hand of the arm he had been eating; it had totally ignored him after ramming him into and through the wall.
"It's not even listening to what I'm saying, now listen hear you pixie I'm taking the trouble to talk to you so listen!"
The zombie stopped for a second as he shouted, then charged; as it came within range it swung a gnarled hand knocking Ein down again. It was a hard enough hit to finally make Ein understand the reality of situation. He jumped to his feet and dodged punch that would have caved in his skull. The momentum of the swing caught the zombie off balance and it toppled to the floor. Ein stepped back from it then wiped the remnants of a birds nest from his glossy black hair, his eyes hardened and he clenched his fists.
"You've done it now, I was going to let it pass when you forced me through that wall, but now, you're not getting away. No one and I mean no one, ever touches my hair."
And with that Ein bent down and removed a pair of knives from hidden sheaths in his old boots, he always kept these as a precaution against life or death situations. Ein's mind was clear and sharp now all traces of liquor had been cleared from his mind after his second visit to the warehouse floor. The zombie opposite Ein scrambled to his feet, and for instant yellow and green eyes met and all was silent. Then both of them let out a roar and charged, Ein scored the first hit; a long slash along the zombie's chest. The creature screamed, and tried to grab Ein by the throat. Ein batted the hand away with the flat of the blade and as the hand reached for him again; he promptly sliced it off at the wrist with a hard downward cut. The zombie did not stop as Ein had expected, instead it lunged at him, they collided and both fell to the ground Ein Landing on the bottom. The zombie grabbed his throat, then brought its open mouth down to feed. Ein shoved the Zombies face back with a hard shove then thrust the knife into the hand that chocked him as he desperately fought for air, but it was to no avail. Again and again Ein plunged the knife into the zombie's body but the zombie was not affected, and it continued to strangle him. As Ein was slipping into unconsciousness he made one final attempt to save himself. He thrust the knife a bit higher than he had before, and this time the zombie shuddered, Ein had struck home, or more accurately the heart. He drove it further into the flesh until the tip of the knife punched out the other side. The knife made a sucking sound as it separated from the corpse, like the sound when you pull your foot out of the mud. Ein pushed the zombies limp body away from himself in revulsion. After recovering from the assault he wiped the blood from his clothes and hands on the zombies ripped clothes. Before Ein left the warehouse he cleaned his knives and returned them to their sheaths. As he climbed through the space in the wall he looked back and spit, the saliva spun through the air, landing on his own boot. Ein grunted irritated at the failure. Frustrated he punched the wall, he hadn't planned on getting in a fight with a nightmarish monster that eats humans and almost had him for breakfast. And on top of that, his head and back were beaten and bruised, and his hair was in total disarray. As he complained internally about his hair and bruises he failed to take into account how lucky he actually was to be alive. After Ein had finished contemplating the events of the past fifteen minutes and it's repercussions he shook his head and smiled sardonically as he said.
"What a morning this has turned out to be."