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A short story I'm playing around with figured I'd share it with you guys.


What the fuck is it with vampires?  I thought as the Twilight wannabe with the ridged brow and piss colored eyes leaps on me.   The haft of my fire axe takes him in the gut and he woofs in surprise.  I come around with the axe head hitting the idiot in the temple.  The blade cuts through dickhead's head and out the other side.

I mean trust me they ain't sexy.  Unless you're one of these assholes into the Vampire Diaries or some such shit.  Sorry I like my girls to be living, breathing, and sans a demon in their soul.

I guess it was close enough to beheading for whoever writes the laws for such things and a puff of foul smoke and ashes is all that's left.

Sorry Jordan, your boyfriend won't be taking you to the prom.

The fact that he also won't be sucking the life out of her and anyone else will be small comfort.  The funny thing is that everybody knows they exist, but nobody believes'  Or at least they don't want to.  As I wipe the sweat off my forehead I smell something like a week dead corpse.  The wolf-spirit inside me snarls and I spin, axe coming up� If had been anyone else, I�d have paused, hesitated.

The girl would have been pretty if the spirit sight didn�t show me her soul.   Instead she looks like a corpse left out in the sun too long.  I knew her.   Helen Collins, Jordan�s best friend, missing for a week.  Piss gold eyes widen as my axe cuts through her neck.

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust�

Naturally my leap takes me through the cloud of burning ash and well that�s the thing about dead tick; it gets everywhere.  Your nose, your mouth, your hair; you reek of it later.  I spit it out and sneeze, hawking up a lunger full of dead leech.

Looking around while wiping my mouth, I decide to have a quick look around then head home, it�s only midnight, but I�ve already put closure on two missing persons cases.  Not what I was hoping for but what�s done is done.

A search of the surrounding area turns up a beat up old van under a reservoir inlet far enough back to shelter it from the gloomy Leighton sun.  I reach into my pack and toss a homemade incendiary in the back.  It�s the wet season here in Washington State so nothing is gonna go off and start a forest fire and I don�t want anybody else to use the van.

The cute couple had amassed a couple hundred dollars and a few credit cards.  I�d drop the cards off with Sheriff Delaney, but the cash?  Hunting things that go bump in the night isn�t lucrative and hey a guy�s gotta make a living.  Nobody was dumb enough to touch my Mustang and the ride home was uneventful.

D.J. was asleep when I got home.  My combination surrogate mom/big sister/best buddy had been all day in Seattle purchasing rare books.  I knew she was also seeing that professor she liked.

Good for you, Deej, hope ya got laid.

The shower was heaven, Laws may make us civilized but showers keep us that way.  Toweling off I look at myself in the mirror; six one, one eighty pounds, no fat.  My face has been described as either too pretty or feral depending on my mood.  The wolf in me keeps me lean and muscular despite a serious appetite for fresh killed meat and a secret love of Ding Dongs.  My dark brown hair hangs in a wild tangle down my back; in the sun it has hints of red and gold.

I look pretty normal, like any late teenaged rocker fan.  Like I�m human.  Like I used to be.  My canines tend to be a giveaway; a double set on the top, slightly longer than the human norm.  My eyes complete the picture.  Jade green with what I call my kill rings they show the wolf that lives inside.  Brittany, the bartender down at the Pussycat Lounge says they�re my best feature.

Most people don�t look me in the eyes much, even my friends.