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“I’m going to rip your throat open and drain you dry, bitch, I’m going to?—”
Dee shifted her stance slightly. Simon’s gaze jerked back to her. “Sure you’re not afraid?” Dee whispered.
He gave a curt nod.
“I’ll slice your lover open! He’ll beg for death. He’ll?—”
Dee spun around. The stake was in her hand. Wow—he hadn’t even seen her grab it and now the wood was in left her hand, no—it was in the air. Flying end over end in a deadly arc.
Then sinking into the vampire’s chest.
The vamp gave a muffled scream and dropped to her knees.
“I wanted to take you in alive,” Dee murmured. “But you just couldn’t make this night easy, could you?”
The black faded from the vampire’s eyes.
Dee squared her shoulders and stalked toward the vamp. “And he’s not my lover.”
“Not yet,” Simon said and realized that he was impressed.
Sandra Dee had taken down her prey. She hadn’t let him distract her. She hadn’t given up and faded away when the cops appeared.
And when given a chance for the kill, she hadn’t hesitated.
Interesting.
Finally, exactly what he’d expected.
* * *
A team from Night Watch came to clear the alley. The vamp’s body was taken away, hell if he knew where. But, then, he didn’t really care.
Tonight’s exercise had been very fruitful. In all, Simon was pleased with the progress that had been made.
Of course, if he’d gotten Dee’s number, he would have been more pleased.
Next time.
Simon stepped into the shadows and rapped against the black door that waited in the darkness. It opened instantly, and he crossed the threshold, already pulling out his money.
The man inside was small, squat, and he had his gun cradled in his hand. Greasy black hair was slicked back from his forehead and his beady eyes gleamed when he caught sight of the cash in Simon’s hand.
The guy reached for the bills?—
Simon snatched his fingers back. “You hurt the human.”
Sweat trickled down the man’s cheek. It was hot as fuck in there. But, hell, it was summer in Baton Rouge, so hot as fuck was a way of life.
“D-didn’t mean to! When you took the woman down, the bullet clipped him?—”
Clipped him, hadn’t killed him, and that was why the shooter was still alive. “I want you out of town, tonight.” Simon kept the money out of the guy’s reach. “If I ever see you again, you’re dead.”
A gulp.
Simon leaned in close, close enough for the shooter to see the intent in his eyes. “And it won’t be an easy death.” Those he delivered rarely were. “Do you understand?”
The man managed a quick nod.
