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a girl to do when the only constant presence during the last millennium of her life has been a guy who’s contractually mandated to murder her?
“As long as you don’t let anyone get to you before I do, Aethelthryth.” “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll always save myself for you.”
And that’s how I got away from Lazlo Enyedi on the night of November 9, 1989.
Ironically starting this on November 9th but in 2025 of course lol
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?
As long as you don’t let anyone get to you before I do, Aethelthryth. Ah, yes. Lazlo Enyedi. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be too heartbroken.
“Hungary, I believe.” “Am I Hungarian?”
Lazlo is a hungarian name so…
“We are business associates,” I say, pleased by how
Dyinggggggg
much better it sounds than the more truthful mortal enemies, but only professionally.
Your job—your one, single job, the reason you were bestowed immortality, the reason you were trained in all those things you just mentioned—is to kill creatures like me. My job is to run from you. As you can probably imagine, this puts us at odds, even more so because you’re not the type to half-ass anything. In fact, you want to kill me so bad, you just stopped someone else so that you’d be the one to do the honors. Frankly, I admire your commitment.
“What? No. No, not a criminal. You are just . . .” I rack my brain. “An asshole.”
No Pest for the Guilded is your slogan.”
“Yes,” I say firmly. “I didn’t choose it, but I enjoy it.”
“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.”
“A friend cannot be more special than a lover.”
“I spent years killing your kind. Then, at the ball, I exchanged a few words with you. And for the first time since I was turned into a slayer, I realized that you were not as soulless as I had 79been taught.
You were rational. You had feelings. You thought of more than just your own desires.”
“But I’d be happy to provide you with what you need.”
Sex and blood have always lived in two separate buckets for me. Pleasure and nutrients. Luxury and necessity.
“Because . . . A slayer and a vampire. Doing it. It has to be a first in all of history, right?”
