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make it easier to learn the name he so desperately needed. His intentions were entirely focused on his

mission.

If it happened to make Frankie happy and possibly smile at him that same sweet way he had at Mark

last night, that was merely an unexpected bonus. Nothing more.

But really... what did one do for a vampire?

He mulled it over for a while as the movie played on, starting it again the moment it ended. Frankie

kept himself busy around the house, humming along to the songs as he did his chores.

Snod watched more movies, finally moving on to see what101 Dalmatianswas all about. He hated it

immediately. There was something about that horrible woman wanting to skin puppies that made his

temper boil over uncontrollably. He got the bottle of vodka, glaring furiously at the television as he

drank.

He went back toAladdinafter that, almost at the point of napping by the time Frankie returned to the

couch.

“Mmm, this one again?” Frankie asked warmly, lifting up Snod’s legs and letting him stretch back

across his lap.

“I like it,” Snod said stubbornly.

“It’s a good one,” Frankie agreed. A few beats of silence passed. He clicked his tongue lightly,

saying, “So, I have to go to work tomorrow, but I’m going to try and get your new identity set up.

Can’t really look for a job without one, but I know someone who might be willing to look the other

way.”

“Oh?” Snod quirked his brows.

“He owns the karaoke bar I go to,” Frankie explained. “I’ve known him for years. He’s a little rough

around the edges, but seriously has a heart of gold. He might give you a job cleaning tables, washing

dishes or something, just to hold you over for a little while until we have a social security number and

all that.”

“Women’s work,” Snod said distastefully.

“Says the master chef,” Frankie shot back with a snicker. “It’s a job, okay? And he might pay you

under the table to help you out. We could go there tomorrow after I get home from work.”

“Fine,” Snod grumbled. At least a job would be a distraction from these conflicting feelings he didn’t

know what to do with. The guilt came back in a wave as he looked over at Frankie thoughtfully. If it