you get it?” He lowered his voice and took a step forward. “ All humans are food, but you—you’re something else altogether, aren’t you? I’ve heard ancient stories about you, but until now, I never believed you were real. I can smell and feel you crawling around inside my blood. You’re calling out to me, and you don’t even know how it makes me feel.” He made a show of sniffing the air in front of him. “You’re intoxicating. It’s like feeling drunk or high, and it’s something I can’t ignore. Not now that I’ve experienced it.” He licked his lips and his fangs protruded. “I want you.”
It was her turn to laugh. “Oh, I know how I make you feel, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to let you get anywhere near me or any of these people.”
“You can’t be with them all night.”
“Once I stake you, I won’t have to.”
“I like your attitude. You’ve got spunk—something a lot of people seem to lack nowadays, but our meeting tonight is over. I’ll see you again, very soon.”
“With some luck it’ll be in a dark alley,” she whispered.
“I hope you’re right because I can’t wait to taste your blood. And if you’re lucky, when I turn you, I might even decide to keep you.”
With that, the vampire evaporated between blinks. The only evidence that he’d been here in the first place was the rush of air he left in his wake, and the open sliding doors.
What a fucking freak!
Okay, the game had just changed. Trina had no way of contacting Vigilante, and she didn’t want to risk any of her coworkers becoming targets because of her. Besides, if anyone died in this store there would be an investigation, which was something she couldn’t afford.
She sighed. She already knew Brenna’s parents would pick her up, and the other guy—the new one—had raved about how he was leaving early because a bunch of his friends were meeting him here so they could go partying. But Millie and Zeke were going to the local pub, which meant they’d be out walking alone at night.
When Zeke came around the next time, she signaled him over.
“Hey, Trina, what’s up?” he asked
“About your offer, I’d love to get a drink after work with you and Millie.”
“Cool. I’ll let her know.” He walked away with a beaming grin and headed toward Millie. She gave him the same type of smile when she greeted him, but it quickly faded. Trina knew that as far as her female workmate was concerned, she’d be the third wheel tonight. But she didn’t care. If it meant she could save herself the trouble of having to kill them after they became a couple vamps, it would be worth it.
I already have too much to deal with as it is. I don’t give a crap about some jealous girl.
Chapter Eight
After watching her workmates’ behavior change after each drink they consumed, Trina was glad that drinking one beer after another didn’t have much of an effect on her. There were other times she wished she could drink to forget the majority of her past. If given the chance, she wouldn’t think twice about erasing nearly all of it.
But tonight she had to keep her eyes open and her senses as sharp as possible. That asshole vampire could be anywhere, hiding and waiting.
She looked around the bar. So far, the most threatening thing going on were the spiteful stares she’d been getting from Millie. Her workmate would sip from her drink, throw back her head, and laugh at everything Zeke said. Then she would oh-so-casually touch his forearm or lean into him and whisper something. It would’ve been really awkward, if Zeke had responded to Millie’s advances. He didn’t even seem to notice them.
Every time Millie tried to share a “secret”’ conversation with him—which was pretty hard in a place where a combination of TV screens with nonstop sports and music blared in the background—he invited Trina into the conversation. The guy was oblivious and determined to keep Trina in the loop. It was sweet, but she
It was her turn to laugh. “Oh, I know how I make you feel, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to let you get anywhere near me or any of these people.”
“You can’t be with them all night.”
“Once I stake you, I won’t have to.”
“I like your attitude. You’ve got spunk—something a lot of people seem to lack nowadays, but our meeting tonight is over. I’ll see you again, very soon.”
“With some luck it’ll be in a dark alley,” she whispered.
“I hope you’re right because I can’t wait to taste your blood. And if you’re lucky, when I turn you, I might even decide to keep you.”
With that, the vampire evaporated between blinks. The only evidence that he’d been here in the first place was the rush of air he left in his wake, and the open sliding doors.
What a fucking freak!
Okay, the game had just changed. Trina had no way of contacting Vigilante, and she didn’t want to risk any of her coworkers becoming targets because of her. Besides, if anyone died in this store there would be an investigation, which was something she couldn’t afford.
She sighed. She already knew Brenna’s parents would pick her up, and the other guy—the new one—had raved about how he was leaving early because a bunch of his friends were meeting him here so they could go partying. But Millie and Zeke were going to the local pub, which meant they’d be out walking alone at night.
When Zeke came around the next time, she signaled him over.
“Hey, Trina, what’s up?” he asked
“About your offer, I’d love to get a drink after work with you and Millie.”
“Cool. I’ll let her know.” He walked away with a beaming grin and headed toward Millie. She gave him the same type of smile when she greeted him, but it quickly faded. Trina knew that as far as her female workmate was concerned, she’d be the third wheel tonight. But she didn’t care. If it meant she could save herself the trouble of having to kill them after they became a couple vamps, it would be worth it.
I already have too much to deal with as it is. I don’t give a crap about some jealous girl.
Chapter Eight
After watching her workmates’ behavior change after each drink they consumed, Trina was glad that drinking one beer after another didn’t have much of an effect on her. There were other times she wished she could drink to forget the majority of her past. If given the chance, she wouldn’t think twice about erasing nearly all of it.
But tonight she had to keep her eyes open and her senses as sharp as possible. That asshole vampire could be anywhere, hiding and waiting.
She looked around the bar. So far, the most threatening thing going on were the spiteful stares she’d been getting from Millie. Her workmate would sip from her drink, throw back her head, and laugh at everything Zeke said. Then she would oh-so-casually touch his forearm or lean into him and whisper something. It would’ve been really awkward, if Zeke had responded to Millie’s advances. He didn’t even seem to notice them.
Every time Millie tried to share a “secret”’ conversation with him—which was pretty hard in a place where a combination of TV screens with nonstop sports and music blared in the background—he invited Trina into the conversation. The guy was oblivious and determined to keep Trina in the loop. It was sweet, but she
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