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fangs?”
    “Yes.”
    “Miss Lance, the county has facilities to help you. Sometimes breakups can be difficult. I can give you the number for the county psychiatric helpline. There are qualified people who can help you.”
    “Roland killed that girl. You don’t have to believe me, but please, Detective Anderson, check him out.”
    “Of course, Miss Lance. May I connect you with the county psychiatric helpline?”
    Kela hung up. The detective didn’t believe her. No one would believe her. She grabbed the cross with a trembling hand. “Oh God, help me.”
    An odd feeling of calm came over her. If the cops wouldn’t stop Roland, she had to do it.
    Kela turned on her laptop and typed— how to kill a vampire .
    * * * * *
     
    Wooden stake in hand, Kela slipped into the alley. Dim lights glowed above the delivery doors of Patrick’s Tavern on the left and Pyramid Pizza to the right. Her back hugging the wall and her footfalls silent on the cracked asphalt, Kela stepped deeper into the gloomy urban canyon. She wrinkled her nose, the cloying scent of Hot Blood beating out the competing stench of urine. Her quarry was close.
    She’d been hunting Roland, but his cell phone was disconnected and he’d never answered his doorbell. She’d staked out Karr’s building every night, all night for three weeks. Tonight, she’d spotted him.
    He’d walked out of Karr’s building and had driven away in a fancy foreign car. Kela had followed him to this section of the city close to the community college. He’d parked and disappeared. Fearing he was trolling for a victim, Kela had walked around until she caught sight of him ducking into an alley with the blonde. Finally, she had him cornered.
    He stood deep in the shadows, his dark clothing barely discernible against the building. Hissing, Roland lifted his head. His victim, a pale-skinned female with long blonde hair, hung like a rag doll, her neck held in his powerful left hand.
    Blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he turned and focused on Kela. Looking into his fiendish eyes, she trembled.
    “I grow weary of you, Kela.”
    “You must be stopped.”
    He laughed, a soft rumble she’d once found enchanting. “By you? I doubt it.”
    To the unsuspecting, Roland was a fit thirty-year old man, with long brown hair, piercing dark eyes and a killer smile that revealed nothing of the malevolence residing in his heart. The man she’d loved was dead and all that was left was a handsome, evil shell.
    “Is she dead?”
    Roland released the blonde, letting her drop to the asphalt. “Fucked well and drained dry.”
    His cold words and his cruel action sent a shiver down Kela’s spine. She hadn’t been drawn into Andre Karr’s lifestyle of kink and fetish, but Roland and Jenna had embraced it.
    “You’re responsible for Jenna. She was our friend.”
    “Jenna liked it. Bondage was her thing.”
    “He killed her. You let him.”
    “She got off on pain. Andre satisfied her needs. She begged for more, right to the very end.”
    Had he witnessed her death? Participated? “Damn you, Roland.”
    “Don’t call me that. Roland is dead. Chabeau lives.”
    Kela tightened her grip on the wooden stake. “Fuck you, Roland.”
    “Put down that stake, Kela. Join me. We were good together.”
    “There’s nothing good about the thing you’ve become. I know what you are and you have to be stopped.”
    “You know nothing.”
    Gripping the wooden stake in her right hand, Kela stepped forward. “Last night, another college student was found dead, drained of blood. You killed her.”
    Roland straightened the cuffs of his long-sleeved black shirt. “Which girl? You’ll have to be more specific.”
    “Her name was Heather.”
    He shrugged a shoulder, a nonchalant action that burned Kela’s blood.
    She moved closer. “You don’t know their names, do you? You fuck them, suck them dry and dump them as if they were garbage.”
    “You don’t look well, Kela. You used to be so plump