Racism, John noted dryly, had shifted from race and country of origin to creature status. Even though Vampires were among the elite, most looked at them with disdain. And it made his blood boil. It wasn't as if the vampires were depending on others for support. Many of them had families, from their sires, and support that way.

John watched as Sherlock slammed the Goblin against the wall. "Careful, you may break something." He told his mate, "And we wouldn't want him running to the cops."

He smiled at the Goblin, his horns appearing as he imitated smoke curling around his head. For all the Goblin knew, he was an occult specialist and a curse breaker. But there were rumors of a Demon Hunter who lived in the area.