Page 13 of The Slayer Seduction

“This is blood,” I tell her. “What is this?” I hold up the paper and she clears her throat.

“Your receipt to pay for your meal.”

I place down one of Gregory’s shiny cards and watch the humans coming and going from the shop. They all leave and get into one of those cars. They move fast.

That is exactly what I need.

The woman comes back and her face looks like she’s going to vomit and I automatically move my chair so she doesn’t relieve her stomach on me.

“Sir, the card was declined.”

“I do not know what this means. How does one get one of these cars?” I ask, pointing outside.

“Uh, well, you go and buy one. Do you have a different payment method?”

I throw down another one of the man’s cards and she walks away. The man across from us pays his receipt as she called it. He looks evil, wearing a dark multi-layered outfit, and he holds a handful of keys in his hand.

As he gets up, I follow him.

“Do not kill him,” the man warns, and I roll my eyes.

“I’m not in the habit of killing mortals…on purpose,” I say, following the man.

I hate wasting time, and I simply punch him in the face, relieve him of his keys, and stare down at them. There’s a red button, which must mean it’s important. I press it and groan as an alarm goes off.

The vehicle a few paces over blinks its lights and I realize the red button is to help me identify the vehicle. Humans have gotten one thing right.

A low curse slips out of me as I view it. The thing is tiny. Why would anyone choose this vehicle? There’s a jaguar animal on the front of it, and I wonder what the ferocious beast has to do with these modern machines.

I figure out how to get inside, and that’s where I get lost.

“Drive me to the next greatest village,” I say out loud to the car, which does not work. The voice in my head is quiet and I finally find the button that says start. When I push it, the engine hums with fury.

I hit a great many things on my way to the next parish, none of them living things, I don’t think. Until eventually I turn into a dark area with white lines the humans use to park their cars.

I sense a vampire is near, a strong one. I’m about to just let the car keep rolling since I can’t figure out how to make it stationary, and finally the voice in my head speaks up.

“Move the shift to the P,” he says, and I don’t know what he means. “Fuck. You’re not going to kill me doing this. Move the handle in the middle of the vehicle to the letter P and hit the start button. It turns the car off.

I’m amazed that my annoying vessel is correct, though I don’t tell him that. He needs to learn to shut the fuck up and let me take over completely.

There’s a faint glow in the distance and I see the vampire. He’s stalking someone, a woman with pink hair, I realize. My stake is in my hand, ready to go.

He attacks her, grabbing her pink hair and I don’t hesitate; my aim true as I throw the stake and land it right in the fucker’s heart. Gore spatters all over the place, and the woman is in shock, looking around to see who saved her.

I lift my nose to the air and smell more vampires coming, possibly too many for me to take on. I have to be smarter this cycle. Instead of gearing up for another fight, I leave, knowing that I’ve found my new hunting grounds.

Chapter 7

Adam

Iwatch in horror as the demon—or whatever took over my body—stares at the cottage. The other night’s kill apparently wasn’t enough. I could do nothing but watch as the vampire’s blood splattered all over that poor woman.

I look on with the same eyes as the psycho who took over my body and realize we’re looking at the same pink-haired woman from the other night as a new vampire holds on to her doorframe, speaking in harsh tones before splintering the wood in pieces.

People always joked in New Orleans about the paranormal; vampires, witches, ghosts, and I never really believed it. All I felt in the city was freedom, and now here I am trapped in my own mind realizing that there are so many things that go bump in the night.

I guess now I’m one of them.