Hot for a Vampire Slayer

O ver the centuries, I’ve battled Lazlo more times than I can count. If there is one thing I’m certain of, it’s that when it comes to physical strength and fighting skills, he and I are equals.

That’s why it makes absolutely no sense that only a couple of seconds pass between the time I start running in his direction and the moment the blade of my dagger touches the ink wrapped around his neck.

Sure, he’s a little banged up. But I’m still bleeding profusely from where the vampire gnawed at me, which means that we’re both in poor shape.

And yet, here I am. Looking up at him with my knife at his neck, trapping his larger body against the wall with no difficulty. I have, at last, the opportunity to excise him from my life once and for all.