Friday Fictioneers – Gabriela Van Helsing

“I’m Vampire hunter proof.”

“Prove it,” she said.

Being four hundred years old was never enough to impress any woman, especially human ones. Some things never change.

He shattered a sharp wooden stake against his heart tearing a hole in his shirt.

“What about garlic?” she was testing now.

He snatched down a head of garlic hanging outside a shop and took a bite swallowing it down with ease.

“Spicy,” he snickered.

She pulled him in for a kiss. One of the silver balls on her tongue stud came off and slid down his throat.

Burning now. From the inside.