Scarlet Assassin
knew she wasn’t far from that very animal today. The only difference now was that she could control it better. Selene flashed back to that fateful night. In an instant, she met the new world she would either have to embrace or run from for an eternity.
    They had barely finished the modest home they lived in when a traveler came by one night and asked her father for lodging. He had offered their barn to the dashing young man, telling him that with a house full of women, it was the best he could offer. 
    The urge to meet a possible husband had sent her sisters aflame, something Selene couldn’t understand. Her two sisters had put together a basket, thinking the traveler might be hungry and, of course, it gave them the perfect excuse to visit. They had gathered their courage and asked her, as the elder sister, to be the lookout. Selene watched as her sisters went to the barn. Sneaking behind them, she sat in the shadows outside and watched as her sisters flirted with the traveler. After sitting for a few minutes, the young man pounced on her sisters, ripping them to shreds. Selene remembered screaming as she ran for the house. Before she had taken only a few steps, he was standing over her covered in blood. His gaze kept her transfixed, unable to move, or to warn her parents. Picking her up, he remarked how lucky he had been to find such accommodating lodging with a meal plan. The last thing she remembered as he bit her was the sound of a shotgun firing.
    Selene woke to find herself lying in a pool of her father’s blood. His throat had been ripped open. She shuddered looking into eyes staring at nothing. Running into the house, she found her mother lying in blood soaked sheets. A gurgle escaped her lips.
    “Run.” Was all her mother had the strength to say before she died.
    She wiped at the sweat rolling down her face and neck. She had a visceral reaction every time she time-traveled back to her beginnings. Her only compensation was she had killed the man who had taken her family and given her a gift she never wanted. Immortality.
    Before she could even knock the door swung wide and AJ stood looking at her.
    “So are you just going to stand there all night or are you going to come in…” AJ lowered her head towards Selene and whispered, “and help me eat Clarissa’s newest creation.”
    Without a word of greeting, she walked past AJ and towards certain gastric agony. Clarissa stood hovered over a steaming pot, tossing something in it and mumbling. Sensing her tension, Selene gave AJ a quizzical look.
    AJ shrugged and offered a seat. “Sit. Can I get you something to drink?”
    “Whiskey neat would be fine. Thank you.” Selene felt more uncomfortable than a new kid at school. She had that feeling she was intruding on a personal moment between AJ and Clarissa. The heat between the two was palpable. “I’m not interrupting anything am I? I can just leave if I am…I mean I don’t want to intrude on…” Selene looked at Clarissa and back to AJ “You know.”
    “You don’t need to be so formal, Selene. We are friends,” AJ said. “So spit it out.”
    AJ handed Selene her drink and smiled as if they were sharing a secret. It made her uncomfortable, but then being in AJ’s penthouse made her uncomfortable.
    “Well this is awkward.” Selene sipped her drink hoping it would work faster than AJ’s mouth.
    “Oh, you think we need to be alone to have sex?”
    Selene cleared her throat and sipped again. It was more of a chug, but it had the same burning affect. She shot AJ a look that would have wilted most men, but not AJ. She only laughed and slapped Selene on the back.
    “We already did that, buddy,” AJ whispered and thankfully didn’t expand further on the answer.
    So that’s what Selene was feeling, that post-colloidal some couples shared after sex. The energy in the room was electric and Selene shivered internally. One of the pitfalls of being a vampire, you could sense things whether you wanted to or
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