Vampires of El Norte

by Isabel Cañas

Amid the talk of Yanquis and honor and her parents bearing down on her, she had caved. She was spineless. She was weak. And this was her reward: she would be trapped like a rodent in the ground all her life, kept from the air, kept from the light, voiceless and suffocating.

At least she is self aware. Im still annoyed she was such a baby.

Quietly, barely audible above the man’s screaming that bludgeoned her skull, a voice in her mind calmly concluded that if she survived this, she wanted to cut off her damn hair. Then she reached for the pouch of salt at her hip, tied next to her holster. She seized a fistful and flung it in his eyes. He released her hair, screaming anew as he pawed at his face. Salt worked against all monsters, it seemed.

HA