With color in his cheeks and the metallic reek of blood on him. The bloodsucker looked like he’d just come from a feeding.

I’d been doing my laundry at the 24hr joint down the strip and left for some air and a cup of coffee when I saw him. I wasn’t out to hunt-with my truck, tarp, shovel and rope. I didn’t like leaving the bodies out in the open like this, but I didn’t see I had much other choice this time. It was a Tuesday night-well past midnight. I searched the deserted area around back of the bowling alley. Rising, I stretched out my back, cracked my neck. But he had fangs and the wreak of fresh blood on his breath and that was evidence enough against him in my books. “Damn,” I whispered, pushing the pale flaps of skin back down to cover his unseeing green eyes. I knelt down on the asphalt, careful not to kneel in the rapidly growing ring of deep red around his broken body and used his denim jacket to wipe off my stakes before sheathing them back into the leather rings on my inner thighs beneath my leather skirt. I shook my head-I’d never really cared how it all worked, just that it did. Strange then, how ramming a metal stake through the soft tissue and muscle killed them. It takes a while, but their hearts do stop beating. Yep, he’s dead alright.ĭeader than dead, really, since he could have been changed years ago. I toed his corpse with the tip of my heeled boot just make sure. The vampire’s final breath left his pale lips like a sigh. Any resemblance to actual events is strictly Imagination and are not to be construed as real. Characters, incidents and dialogs are products of the author’s No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Compel Me by Elena Lawson