BITE
I knew she was a vampire the moment I laid eyes on her. This tall, raven-haired beauty fooled most people, but not me. I wasn’t sure if she was aware I knew her secret. I said nothing. As an investigative reporter, I had run across a vicious killer vampire some years earlier. He had no conscience. His need for blood was the only thing that mattered to him – nothing else. Fortunately, his bloodlust was his Achilles heel and finally brought about his dramatic demise. After many fruitless months, the vampire hunters finally cornered him, paralyzing him with silver bullets filled with garlic. But they had to work quickly, the effect would not last. Wrapping him in silver chains, he was fastened to a prepared stake and set on fire; it was horrible to watch. The first minutes, he writhed, screaming obscenities at the crowd who cheered his demise. I carefully surveyed those watching to ensure they were sincere in their praise of his death. The rays of the rising Sun finally struck terr...