Slaying the Vampire Conqueror

by Carissa Broadbent

“But hey, maybe you’ll be different. You’re just his type, actually.” “His type?” Erekkus leaned forward and gave me a conspiratorial smirk. He held out a finger with each word. “Beautiful. Mysterious. Dangerous. And an obvious, clear-as-the-fucking-moon mistake.”

It was difficult to charm him. Then again, I’d never been a very charming person.

So here we were. About to do perhaps the most dangerous, stupidest thing I’d ever done, and if we got ourselves killed, everything would be over. The stakes were, if nothing else, exciting.