Sooner than I could wink, his mouth was at the pounding rhythm in my neck. Everything inside me froze as I felt the apparent scrape of teeth.
Please don't let me beseech. Please don't let me beg.
Suddenly he leaned back again, putting me shivering in relaxation and anxiety. One eyebrow cocked upward at me.
"In a rush to die, are you? Not before you answer a few additional questions."
"What makes you feel I will?"
A twist of his mouth preceded his reaction.
"Believe me, you'll like it more if you do."
I cleared my throat and attempted to hinder my heartbeat. No need to keep chiming the dinner signal for him.
"What do you want to know? Maybe I'll tell you."
That tiny scowl expanded. Delightful to realize one of us was having a nice time.
"Brave little Kitten, I'll give you that. Right, then. Suppose I believe you're the offspring of a human and a vampire. Almost unheard of, but we'll get back to that.
Then let's say I accept you troll parties hunting us wrong deads to retaliate for your mother.
The issue remains, how did you learn what to use to slay us? It's not a clear mystery. Most humans assume good rare lumber will do it. But not you.
You're telling me you've never done business with vampires before, except to massacre them?"
In the centre of all that was happening, my life over and an awful demise hovering in my face, I uttered the initial statements that banged into my senses.
"You got anything to drink around here? Nothing with lumps in it, I mean, or that can be categorized as O-negative or B-positive. Hmm?"
He unleashed an amused snort.
"Thirsty, Luv? What a coincidence. So am I."
With those horrible words, he grabbed a flask out of his coat and positioned the edge against my lips, leaning it.
My manacled hands were ineffective, so I fastened my teeth around them and utilized them for force.
It was whiskey and it scorched barely pushing down, but I maintained gulping until the final drop dripped down my throat.
Sighing, I released my bite and allowed the jar to fall back into his hand.
He clasped it upside down, clearly bemused by its deficiency of measurements.
"If I had understood you were such a lush, I'd have offered you the ordinary stuff. Getting on to go out with a bang, are you?"
I shrugged as considerably as my raised arms would enable.
"What's the problem? Did I wreck my taste for you? I'm sure I'll be turning over in my tomb thinking that you didn't love how I tasted. I aim you choke on my blood, you jerk."
That attracted additional laughter. "Good aspect, Kitten! Yet sufficient stalling. How did you learn what to employ if no vampire notified you?"
Another modified shrug.
"I didn't. Oh, I'd glance at a hundred stories or more about our…your species after learning about my father."
They all differed. Some said crosses, sunlight, wood, or silver. It was a real fortune, truly.
One evening a vampire moved toward me at a club and then took me for a drive. Of course, he couldn't have been nicer, right up until he struggled to devour me alive.
I made up my senses that I was going to destroy him or die striving, and the huge cross dagger was all I had on me. It helped, though it took a bit of accomplishing.
So, presto, I knew about silver. Later I found that lumber didn't help at all. Got me a good wound on the thigh to verify it.
That vamp cackled when he saw my stake. Certainly, he wasn't scared of wood. Then when I was preparing caramel apples it transpired to me to conceal the silver in something a vampire would believe was harmless.
It didn't look like such a span. Most of you are so busy inspecting my waterway, you don't see me take out my pointy friend.
There you have it.
He wriggled his head gradually behind and onward as if uncomprehending.
Ultimately, he fixed pricking eyes on me and burst out, "Are you confiding in me that bloody caramel apples and novels taught you how to slay vampires? Is that what you're saying?"
He began to stride in brief, sudden sizes.
"It's a damn good aspect that most of the modern ages are practically uneducated or we'd all be in severe pain. Blimey!"
Throwing about his head, he chuckled in abundant, Wide peals of fun.
"That's the craziest bleeding bit I've heard in decades!" Still giggling, he withdrew until he was second to me again.
"How did you realize he was a vampire when you saw him? Did you recognize him, or did you not find out until he strived to have an alley party?"
Alley party? Well, that was one way to fix it.
"Honestly, I don't remember how I knew. I just did. For starters, your type looks different. All of you do. Your membrane looks…ethereal, virtually. You move different, more deliberately. And when I'm close to you, I perceive it in the atmosphere, like fixed electricity. Pleased now? Learned what you wanted?"
Desperately I attempted to hang onto my strength, but this chattering was eating away at it.
Being flip.
"Almost. How many vampires have you slain? Don't lie to me, or I'll know it."
Pursing my lips, I assumed telling an untruth despite the threat. Would it be good if he guessed I'd only annihilated a pair? Maybe it wouldn't make any difference.
If he could tell I was fibbing, maybe he'd do more than simply kill me. There were so many elements more horrible than death….
"Sixteen, including your colleague from last night." Sincerity won out.
"Sixteen?" he reiterated in scepticism, looking me over wholly again.
"Sixteen vampires you took out yourself
with nothing but a stake and your detachment? Makes me ashamed of my sort, it does."
"And I would have slaughtered more if I hadn't been too inexperienced to get into bars, since they're vampire scouring floor, not to illustrate all the time I had to take off when my grandfather got unhealthy," I erupted.
So much for attempting not to make him angrier.
In a twinkle he was gone, leaving me staring at the place where he'd just stood. He rolled fast.
Rapidly than any vampire I'd seen. I denounced my initial anticipation. If only I'd stayed until the following weekend to track it down again.
If only.