“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.
Danny Machal June 26th, 2015