The Vampire Prince And Her

ee tables away. They were unaware of her watching them. A man and a vampi

as though she was relaxed and bored out of her mind, instead of planning h

ey were doing, or rather what she was doing to him, to be specific. Was b

t to 'her' heart. That would be pointless, not to mention Danica would be thrown into jail for assaulting an 'innocent' vampi

ded, his eyes dazed. The man was young and looked wealthy given his su

ad, but what did she expect from a restaurant like this? When she arrived, they had

giggled and said something like he was drunk and a few people from surrounding tables smiled understandingly. The vampire was suc

uple towards whom their server and the doorman treated with all s

e strapless dress half-revealed a tattoo on her breast. Although it looked familiar, she could not put her f

he examined the area if this could be a blind spot from surveillance cameras. No c

be in a dream world. Ten seconds later, she drove after t

way fast, almost looked like it was trying to cut anyone off th

ft the urban area a good mile behind. The effort 'she' put into a meal; that's why the ORP (the

no difference to night creatures. She took her coat off. After making sure the semi-automat

aying out of sight were essential. Darkness alone was not enough for th

that she was aware of. Always young handso

agile place, with the revolver that was loaded with ordinary bullets. That would only

sucking noises. The man was no longer moving. If she had approached

n like a robot. 'She' was fast, too fast, as expected from one of their

straight to her neck. She then sprinted to their car while the monster was temporarily incapacitate

her damaged vocal cords before slamming her against the open door. With t

thal move, she fired another shot, which only hit her arm. Danica was a dead shot with ha

hed her to one wheel in her sitting position. The amount of stamina this one had,

grip was choking her, and the back of her neck stung. The long nails. If not because of the two shots, this grip would have

on. That said, she slammed the wooden dagger into 'her' heart. It took a few seco

en she checked his pulse. She dialed the emergency ORP number and reported what had occurred. Since there

the tattoo. It had been bothering her for some reason. In its full picture, it app

ere unless she wanted to deal with the ORP when they arrived. They were jerks. Besides, s

nd was nearly empty. While waiting for her meal, she made an image search on the tattoo onlin