You are my chosen one. Chosen for what? Death at the hands of a deranged killer? The Vampire’s next victim? Then … does he know me? Do I know him? She was never so glad to see the place clear out. Turning the Closed sign out, she started toward the office when she heard someone tap on the door. Impatiently she inched it open, speaking near the crack. “Sorry, we open again at ten tomorrow.”
