aquarium. There is no time to waste. I'll have to risk being spotted.
The imitation art fag looks genuinely surprised when my fist punches through the back window, sending tinted safety glass flying into the car. He hisses a challenge, exposing his fangs, as he whips about to face me. His victim sits beside him, motionless as a mannequin, his eyes unfocused and fly open. The human's erect penis juts forward, vibrating like a tuning fork.
I grab the vampire by the collar of his black silk shirt and pull him, kicking and screaming, through the busted back windshield.
The human doesn't even blink.
'Quit yer bitchin'!' I snap as I hurl the snarling vampire onto the parking lot gravel. 'Let's get this over with, dead boy! I've got a hot date!'
The vampire launches himself at me, talons hooked and fangs extended. I move to meet the attack, flicking open my switchblade with a snap of my wrist. The silver blade sinks into the vampire's thorax, causing him to shriek in pain. He collapses around my fist, spasming as his system reacts to the silver's toxin.
I kneel and swiftly remove the vampire's head from his shoulders. The body is already starting to putrefy by the time I've located the BMW's keys. I unlock the trunk and toss the vampire's rapidly decomposing remains inside, making sure the keys are left in his pant pocket
I look around, but, remarkably, there are no witnesses to be seen in the darkened lot. I move around to the passenger side and open the door, tugging the entranced human out of the car.
He stands propped against the bumper like a drunkard, his eyes swimming and his face slack His penis dangles from his pants like a deflated party balloon. I take his chin between thumb and forefinger and turn his head so that his eyes meet mine.
'This never happened. You do not remember leaving the bar with anyone. Is that clear?'
'N-nothing h-happened.'
'Excellent! Now go back to the bar and have a good time.
Oh, and stick that thing back in your pants! You don't want to get busted for indecent exposure, do you?'
I am buzzing by the time I enter the bar. I like to think of it as my opres-combat high. The adrenaline from the battle is still sluicing around inside me, juicing my perceptions and making me feel as if I am made of lightning and spun glass, It isn't as intense as the boost I get from blood, but it's good.
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She is thinking of returning home and repeatedly stabbing her elderly parents as they lie in their separate beds, then setting the house ablaze. This is not a new thought. The scowling woman suddenly blushes, draws her shoulders in, ducks her chin, and hurries away, as if she has suddenly woken to discover herself sleepwalking in the nude. I shrug and continue scanning the bar for the young man who spoke to me earlier.
Give it up, he's forgotten you and found another bimbo for the evening.
I fight to keep from cringing at the sound of the Other's voice inside my head. I have managed to go almost all night without having to endure its commentary.
I find him waiting for me at the bar. I make a last-minute spot-check for any blood or telltale ichor that might be clinging to me, then move forward.
'You still interested in buying me that drink?'
The young man's smile is genuinely relieved. 'You came back!'
'I said I'd be back, didn't I?'
'Yeah. You did.' He smiles again and offers his hand. 'I guess I ought to introduce myself. I'm Judd.'
I take his hand and smile without parting my lips. 'Pleased to meet you, judd. I'm Sonja.'
'What the hell's going on here?!'
Judd's smile falters as his gaze fixes itself on something just behind my right shoulder. I turn and find myself almost nose to nose with a young woman
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