The vampire and the Elf

Danica’s blood was boiling, seeing a male and a female being intimate three tables away. They were unaware of her watching them. A man and a vampire. She forced herself to calm down; a hunter needed to be clear-headed. 

Leaning against the back of the chair, she scrolled her smartphone screen as though she was relaxed and bored out of her mind, instead of planning how to take out the bitch. It should be tonight. The night was still young.

A partition half-covered their table, but the observant could see what they were doing, or rather what she was doing to him, to be specific. Was bloodsucking illegal? No. But what the vampire was going to do was illegal.

Her hands were so itchy with the urge to pull a pistol out of hostlers hidden beneath her shirt, and to send a bullet straight to ‘her’ heart. That would be pointless, not to mention Danica would be thrown into jail for assaulting an ‘innocent’ vampire. As much as she handcrafted these bullets with silver and wood, a single shot was nowhere near enough to kill one of them.

They separated. The vampire whispered something to his ear, and he nodded, his eyes dazed. The man was young and looked wealthy given his suit and the watch. ‘She’ gestured to a server, and he cleared the bill. 

Quickly, Danica did the same. Damn, this cost a lot. She only ordered juice and salad, but what did she expect from a restaurant like this? When she arrived, they had grudgingly let her in, eyeing her clothes: a black shirt, jeans, and a long coat. 

They rose from their seat. The man stumbled before he straightened up. It’s clear that he’s suffering from anemia, but the vampire giggled and said something like he was drunk and a few people from surrounding tables smiled understandingly. The vampire was sucking his blood as a delicacy, which was just a common thing. People were used to that, especially when the bloodsucker looked rich. 

Keeping a healthy distance, she followed the elegantly dressed couple towards whom their server and the doorman treated with all smiles and respect unlike towards her, a badly dressed loner girl. 

They headed to the parking lot, and she followed. She was one cruel vampiress despite her graceful looks. The strapless dress half-revealed a tattoo on her breast. Although it looked familiar, she could not put her finger on it. Where had she seen it before? It appeared to be a black semicircle surrounded by something red.

Pretending as though her SUV door was stuck—although it actually was sometimes—, she examined the area if this could be a blind spot from surveillance cameras. No chance. Even if there was, what was she going to do after her business? Stupid idea.

The vampire took the driver’s seat while the man seemed to be in a dream world. Ten seconds later, she drove after the red sports car heading to the outskirts of Umbre City. 

She hit the gas to catch up with her target that was speeding away fast, almost looked like it was trying to cut anyone off that could have been chasing them, or maybe it’s purely bloodlust. 

Miles covered, and finally, the red car parked under an oak tree beside a cornfield. They had left the urban area a good mile behind. The effort ‘she’ put into a meal; that’s why the ORP (the Other-races Police) was deceived. Danica drove past them as though she was here coincidentally. 

At the first corner, she pulled over. Her SUV was black and not obvious at night, which made no difference to night creatures. She took her coat off. After making sure the semi-automatic pistol and the revolver were loaded, she took a wooden dagger out of the glove compartment.

She had to be very careful in approaching them. Complete silence and staying out of sight were essential. Darkness alone was not enough for those glowing eyes. Still in the car, ‘she’ was already sucking him dry.