10. The Slayer
The Slayer
Ishould have made more stakes before hunting this vampire tonight, but I was too eager to kill him and seduce my mate.
The vampire heard me before I intended and now we’re in a game of cat and mouse. He’s stronger than I assumed and for the first time since being a slayer, there’s a fear that he might actually kill me.
What if he does and I’m not brought back to this time and I miss out on my mate entirely?
But it’s too late. We’re in this fight. I’ve already wasted one stake, thinking that he wouldn’t be quick enough and it was a major fuck-up.
“Show your face, Slayer,” he says. Ah, he is old, as I presumed.
I haven’t come across another slayer since I’ve been in this body and with how long it took me to cycle; I assume that something had to happen with the mortals for the magic to be lost.
“You’re braver than most,” I say, trying to distract him and hoping that he gets confused about my location. “You’ll need to be taken care of so I can take what I want.”
I won’t let him kill me, not this time. I’ve possessed a variety of bodies, and this one is a good form. A few human women have given me glances, not even caring that I’m clearly not one of them.
My mate deserves a good quality male form, and I can’t be sent into another cycle.
“I’m going to rip your fucking heart out,” he bellows
I laugh deep and heartily. I have a mate to win and this vampire thinks I will let him easily defeat me?
“It will be hard for you to do that when you’re dead. I’m rather fond of this meat suit. So will she,” I muse, goading him.
I need him to make the next move, get him close enough to push the stake right into his dead, nasty heart.
He goes for the bait, tackling me from the side, his frigid hand wrapping around my neck. Shit, he’s stronger than I thought.
Impulsivity may have just ruined everything for me. I’m digging into my belt, wrapping my fist around the stake as the disgusting dead man sinks his teeth into my neck.
Part of me wants to laugh. I bet my blood tastes like shit. But his teeth still hurt, the wound gushing more than I’m comfortable with. I can heal. I’m unnaturally fast and stealthy, but I’m not unkillable in this form.
I’ve never been more afraid than I am at this moment as I finally get hold of the stake and ram it into his side. He rolls off me and I clutch my bleeding neck.
This was not how I wanted tonight to go and I don’t have another stake. He’s as good as dead anyway, which is a relief. All my stakes are imbued with runes, making it so a vampire can’t remove it.
I just need to not fucking die.
“This isn’t over, Slayer!” he screams as I stumble away, adding pressure to the wound at my neck.
“Never is,” I garble back, my words drowning with blood.
Each step is torturous and I know I have enough power to portal to where I need to go. The one place I might stand a chance.
It isn’t the introduction I wanted, but it will have to do. I portal in front of Goddess Apothecary and bang on the door, hoping that my mate won’t let me die.
Not like this.