"Petunia I am NOT bringing that freak on our vacation!"

"Vernon what do you expect us to do, there is no one to look after him!"

"Fine, just keep in mind; if he comes with us, he is not coming back here with us."

"Even better, he will be in a whole different continent and if those freaks ask, we'll just tell them he was kidnapped. Then we wash our hands from that world for good!"

One week later

An obese man stood outside of a club in the 'dirty' district as he called it. He was holding a bundle loosely, almost as if he did not care if it fell or not. He quickly glanced around to make sure that no one was looking too closely at him before placing the bundle on the ground and quickly walking away.

The vacation that had been so carefully planned had been ruined when they had arrived and discovered that St. Louis, the city they were vacationing in, had apparently legalized vampires, wereanimals and other such freaks.

The freak had somehow planned this, he just knew it! Well, no matter now, he could rejoin his own kind at that club. Hopefully, a club owned by a vampire would have at least one hungry vampire who wouldn't mind eating the baby freak.

Two minutes after Vernon's departure

A man with pale skin, curly black hair and beautiful blue eyes stepped outside, making sure that the club's signs were all working properly. They would soon be opening and he was doing the last minute checks.

Hearing a sudden whimper, he glanced around curiously; there was no one on the streets. Hearing the whimpering sound again, he looked down and spotted a bundle by the club door. Gently picking it up, he moved the blanket aside to see the tiny face of a baby, no more then one year old. Jet black messy hair fell across startling jade green eyes, full pouty lips trembling with whimpers. A cute button nose that complimented his round face and, barely seen underneath the hair, a curious lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

The baby suddenly started crying, startling the older man out of his musings. Gently rocking the boy back to sleep, he again glanced down the street to see who had dropped him off.

Hearing a rustling sound, he shifted the blanket again and spotted a letter. Opening it while making sure not to jostle the baby too much, he grew angrier at each word he read.

To whomever is reading this:

This boy is a freak of nature, and deserves to die. The reason why I left him at this club is because, while vampires and wereanimals are freaks, he is a bigger one. I left him in the hope that one of the vampires may be hungry and will bleed him dry or a wereanimal would just swallow him whole.

There was no signature but he didn't need one. The animal that would do something like this was the true freak. Eyes flashing black for a moment, he calmed himself so as to not startle the baby.

Glancing at the club, then at the baby and back again, he made a quick decision. Opening the door, he walked inside with the child, while the sign on the top of the club flashed in deep, blood red neon lighting, the name of the club: Guilty Pleasures.