Page 116 of The Slayer Seduction

She rolls her eyes, moving so that she’s rested on her elbow, the sheet falling back to show off her breast. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to having this woman in my bed.

“I just want to make sure you’re both fulfilled. Outside of me,” she adds that last bit in and I nod my head. “You should paint again, create.”

“Yeah, I think I will.”

She gives me a warm smile. “So that’s it. No more hunting down enemies, watching our backs, having dark visions. We just live happy, normal lives?”

“We just live,” I say, kissing her one last time before she gets up to clean herself up.

“And what am I supposed to do?” the Slayer grumbles in my mind.

“I don’t know, buddy, you’re going to figure out what you like.”

“I like Iris,” he says plainly.

“Did you not just hear everything she just said, that we need something in life outside of her as well?”

“I heard her, and I’m telling you I need nothing besides her.”

I sigh heavily, running my hand over my chest. “Maybe you’ll like creating? You like carving.”

“Like is a strong word. I’m just excellent at making stakes and designs.”

“Isn’t there something you’ve seen on TV or in real life that you’d like to try?” I ask him and it’s the wrong question.

I find out exactly one week later that you should never ask a vampire slayer what hobby they would like to take up.

I knew Scarlett shouldn’t have let him watch Ghost. First of all, he 100 percent believes in them now and it’s how we’ve found ourselves at a pottery studio, covered in clay.

“I hate this,” the Slayer complains, crushing his shitty looking pot with a fist.

“Then let’s try something else,” I tell him, and he agrees.

“You can’t join a Jiu Jitsu club,” I tell the Slayer and he complains as we stand out front of the building.

“Why not?”

“Because you have superhuman strength and would likely kill a mortal.”

“I would go easy on them. I could teach all these weaklings all about the dangers of vampires and how to protect themselves.”

“Dude. Give it up, find something else.”

“You’re being incredibly unsupportive of my dreams, and I’m going to surely let Iris know that you’re of no help.”

“You’re literally in control of the body right now.”

He makes an irritated noise, but he doesn’t join the club. We continue our walk, trying to brainstorm something for him to do. He doesn’t mind painting with me, but he seems to just drift off during those times. The man needs a hobby; he’s never had the urge or time to get one before now. His life was slaying vampires in the hopes of one day finding Iris but never had time to consider what life with Iris actually looked like.

It’s then we walk past an axe throwing warehouse and I swear on my life the Slayer looks through the glass like a child would a candy store.

“They…the mortals, look they’re throwing axes at a target, not well, but they are throwing them.”

“We could go inside,” I urge him and he takes the bait, opening the door and going to the front desk.

“I would like to throw sharp dangerous items at the board,” he announces, and the clerk looks at him like he’s a few dollars short, but he gets him signed up for a lane. The Slayer pays with a stolen credit card. It’s something that we’re working on, all the theft, but for now he seems to have found an outlet.

The Slayer throws for hours and he garners a crowd, all the men pitching their clubs and why he should join. In the end he joins what I would consider the least likely to win team he could have chosen.