had been much easier than he’d expected because she hadn’t noticed him. He supposed she’d been distracted. And she’d pretty much raced home, too. He wasn’t sure if that was her usual pace, but it hadn’t taken her long to get to her apartment building, a walk that would have taken others over an hour.
She’s not exactly like others, is she? This woman was stealthy, strong, and a challenge for any vampire. She also seemed pretty cocky and headstrong, which was probably why she hadn’t yet noticed that the few vampires she’d taken out during the last few weeks had all been strategically placed in front of her.
“So this is what a vampire slayer, working a human job, does when she gets home, huh?” He leaned in a little closer so he could peer better into the room. The light of the TV reflected against the opposite wall, illuminating Trina’s sleeping form. She was laid out on the couch, with a cup on the floor beside her, a blanket half-falling off her body, and an arm draping over the side. Her fingertips skimmed the floor, and he couldn’t help wondering if she was comfortable. He doubted it. Still, she’d fallen asleep, and didn’t look as if she’d wake up any time soon. He hated to admit it, but she looked kind of sweet.
The last thing he’d expect to think about a woman who’d supposedly attracted and killed so many vampires was that she would look sweet, almost innocent.
She had an ageless quality about her, and regardless of how she made him feel, he was kidding himself if he thought manipulating Trina was going to be easy. But he had to try. He needed her help in ridding this suburb, as well as its surroundings, and even Sydney , of a vampire who had lost his mind.
Being a vampire was a contradiction for him, both a gift and a curse that Doug had learned to shape into something positive. Unlike so many of his kind.
The bastard Doug wanted Trina to destroy was the type of vampire he detested the most. To be a vampire didn’t have to be all ruthless slaughter and taking advantage of others at your whim. And it certainly didn’t mean that you turned every person you bit into a vampire.
Cell had been a test she’d passed easily. Like so many newly-made by the rogue Doug was trying to get his hands on, he’d befriended Cell before Trina had ended his miserable existence. Doug usually polished them off himself, doing the community a service before the vampiric situation worsened, but this time Doug purposely sent Cell into the stationery store to see if the petite brunette sleeping on the couch was in fact a vampire’s worse enemy.
Soon, Trina would be doing the world another big favor when she killed the old one responsible for so many new vamps without direction.
Doug stepped away from the door, knelt, and placed the unopened pack of pink earphones on the tiles. She’d mentioned she needed a new pair herself, but that wasn’t why he’d left them here. He had an ulterior motive that would require a little more work than he’d first planned. But once an idea was in his head, he’d follow it through to the end. As far as plans went, this was a good one. A win-win situation all round.
The next time Trina stepped out onto her balcony she would know exactly who had left these here and why.
He was counting on it.
For now, he pounced onto the balcony railing. Using it to propel his body into the air, he left the sleeping vampire killer to her rest.
Chapter Five
Trina wandered up and down the cold streets, her every instinct and sense honed to her surroundings. She felt the buzz of the random traffic, heard the mumbling of people talking to each other as they made their way home, and the different sounds of footsteps, each a little quicker than the others. It seemed as if everyone was going out of their way to rush indoors tonight.
Everyone’s anxious to get home. Wish that’s what I was doing, too. But she’d promised Tomas that she would take a look around, to see if she could
She’s not exactly like others, is she? This woman was stealthy, strong, and a challenge for any vampire. She also seemed pretty cocky and headstrong, which was probably why she hadn’t yet noticed that the few vampires she’d taken out during the last few weeks had all been strategically placed in front of her.
“So this is what a vampire slayer, working a human job, does when she gets home, huh?” He leaned in a little closer so he could peer better into the room. The light of the TV reflected against the opposite wall, illuminating Trina’s sleeping form. She was laid out on the couch, with a cup on the floor beside her, a blanket half-falling off her body, and an arm draping over the side. Her fingertips skimmed the floor, and he couldn’t help wondering if she was comfortable. He doubted it. Still, she’d fallen asleep, and didn’t look as if she’d wake up any time soon. He hated to admit it, but she looked kind of sweet.
The last thing he’d expect to think about a woman who’d supposedly attracted and killed so many vampires was that she would look sweet, almost innocent.
She had an ageless quality about her, and regardless of how she made him feel, he was kidding himself if he thought manipulating Trina was going to be easy. But he had to try. He needed her help in ridding this suburb, as well as its surroundings, and even Sydney , of a vampire who had lost his mind.
Being a vampire was a contradiction for him, both a gift and a curse that Doug had learned to shape into something positive. Unlike so many of his kind.
The bastard Doug wanted Trina to destroy was the type of vampire he detested the most. To be a vampire didn’t have to be all ruthless slaughter and taking advantage of others at your whim. And it certainly didn’t mean that you turned every person you bit into a vampire.
Cell had been a test she’d passed easily. Like so many newly-made by the rogue Doug was trying to get his hands on, he’d befriended Cell before Trina had ended his miserable existence. Doug usually polished them off himself, doing the community a service before the vampiric situation worsened, but this time Doug purposely sent Cell into the stationery store to see if the petite brunette sleeping on the couch was in fact a vampire’s worse enemy.
Soon, Trina would be doing the world another big favor when she killed the old one responsible for so many new vamps without direction.
Doug stepped away from the door, knelt, and placed the unopened pack of pink earphones on the tiles. She’d mentioned she needed a new pair herself, but that wasn’t why he’d left them here. He had an ulterior motive that would require a little more work than he’d first planned. But once an idea was in his head, he’d follow it through to the end. As far as plans went, this was a good one. A win-win situation all round.
The next time Trina stepped out onto her balcony she would know exactly who had left these here and why.
He was counting on it.
For now, he pounced onto the balcony railing. Using it to propel his body into the air, he left the sleeping vampire killer to her rest.
Chapter Five
Trina wandered up and down the cold streets, her every instinct and sense honed to her surroundings. She felt the buzz of the random traffic, heard the mumbling of people talking to each other as they made their way home, and the different sounds of footsteps, each a little quicker than the others. It seemed as if everyone was going out of their way to rush indoors tonight.
Everyone’s anxious to get home. Wish that’s what I was doing, too. But she’d promised Tomas that she would take a look around, to see if she could
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