Hot for Slayer

by Ali Hazelwood

When he noticed my eyes on him, he lifted the blade up to his face. And with a smile that did not feel like a smile, he began to lick it clean of my blood. It was . . . Well. It just was.

Today, nearly thirty-six years after that night in Germany, his arms wrap tight around me, his body is a heavy blanket above mine, and his only purpose seems to be shielding me from the sunlight. Today, Lazlo Enyedi saved my life.

My motto is: If I have to suck someone dry every few weeks, why not make it a Goldman Sachs executive?

all I could think about in my last few seconds was something that hadn’t crossed my mind for at least a decade.

As long as you don’t let anyone get to you before I do, Aethelthryth.

he wouldn’t be too he...

If it makes you feel better, I thought fondly at him, willing the universe to pass on the message, I woul...

“I know what’s mine,”

“Fuck,”

Kill him now. Kill. Him. Now.

“Who the hell are you?”

“It was one-sided,” he tells me after he’s done chewing. “From you.”

“What?”

“The dis...

“I assure you, it ...

“And I assure you, when I look at you, I feel anything but that.” A pause. “W...

“I might not remember my name, or anything about who I

am. But I could never be near you and not know exactly what you are to me.”

“I know your smell. I know your skin. Your hair. It’s all familiar. I have it all memorized. And I dream of you—of this. So many dreams, all so different, we must have done it a million times, in a million different ways. Tell me what you’re hiding from me, let’s get this over with, and then let’s do it a million more times.”

“Aethelthryth, nothing would make me happier than having you with me here, or in any other place that I will call home, for as long as I live. Please, come in.”