I tossed my phone on the desk and reached for the tub of candy. I popped a piece in my mouth just as Scout came in.
“What?” I snapped. I wasn’t in the mood for her lighthearted bullshit. I needed to think about tomorrow.
“The Wonder Twins just put their two week’s notice in.” She crossed her arms under her chest.
“What? Why?”
“They’re moving out of state. Apparently, they met a real set of vampire twins online.”
That sounds legit.
I raised my eyebrows and nodded. “So, what does this have to do with me?”
“Uh, if we don’t hire people to replace them, then we’ll be out there every day. You know,working.” She mocked. I could almost hear her thoughts.
Sloth.
“I don’t see how it’s a bad thing. The last time we were out there, I recall us finishing the night on a high note.” My tongue flicked out between my lips evilly, and it slid the smirk right off her face.
“Shut up. That—that shouldn’t have happened.”
“Were you not satisfied?” I cocked my head.
“No! It was—good. Just, not at work. I don’t know, can we talk about something else? Anything else?”
“Sure. We need two new people. Do we do that?”
“Well, I hired Things One and Two. So, yeah.”
I waved her off, relaxing and putting my feet up again. “Okay, go make a now-hiring flyer. I’ll help with interviews or something. I’ve got shit to do.”
“One more thing.”
I looked up, my eyes mere slits. “I’m really not in the mood for playful banter.”
“Ugh, fuck off, Loser.” She grimaced. She took a step forward and hopped onto my desk. She swiveled, so one leg rested under her while the other dangled. “I want to know more about curses.”
I coughed. I sucked on the candy in my mouth and reached for the water bottle of blood I’d been sipping on. I took a large drink and swallowed. “Why? Curses are different from person to person. You got the scar,” I pointed to her chest. “I got this bullshit.” I pointed to my eyes.
“Do you know of anyone else? That’s made deals with the devil?”
I nodded. “I have.” I was careful not to elaborate. She squinted her eyes at me.
“Did Arsenio? Is he cursed?”
“No,” I answered honestly. He did not currently have one. He broke his long ago. She didn’t ask that.
“What did you do to get yours?”
I locked my jaw. “I don’t remember,” I told her through gritted teeth.
“So, how do you know what you have to do?” She pushed.
“My memory is patchy.”
“The sit down with him?” She gulped. Her eyes were large. She looked desperate.
My mind flashed back to that day. The day my human self died, and I turned into a vampire.
