Hunting Season by Nikki Jefford

Author:Nikki Jefford
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Urban, Vampires, Paranormal, Fiction, Dark, Fantasy, Supernatural
ISBN: 9781508687818
Publisher: Createspace Independent Pub
Published: 2015-03-03T00:00:00+00:00

After Mason disposed of the groper, we killed four more vampires. Fortunately, the other four didn’t want to touch or talk.

I didn’t want to talk, either. I wanted all of this to be over. Until then, I shut my emotions off as much as possible. My mind wandered away, down the mountain to Bootlegger’s Cove. To the palace. To Fane.

Everything going on around me was like a bad dream. Nightmare or not, when I woke up in the morning it would be over. That’s what I concentrated on most—the over part.

Jared had his timing down to a science, leaving the bathroom almost as soon as my victim experienced his first twitch. He stabbed them quickly. Once finished, he signaled Mason who dragged the bodies out one-by-one like bags of rice. They had something of a factory line going on.

The steps that entered the room next were lighter than any of the previous vampires. I propped myself onto one elbow, suddenly curious.

A woman about twice my age approached the bed. She wore a tunic, slacks, and tortoise shell glasses. Curly brown hair framed her face and touched her shoulder blades.

Well, this wasn’t awkward.

She pointed her nose down and stared at me over the rims of her glasses. “Finally, someone who isn’t asleep on the job. Oh, but there’s a smear of blood on your neck.” She sounded more disgusted than concerned. The woman tapped her chin, frowning at me with disapproval.

Anger rekindled inside my belly. Who did this she-vamp think she was?

“What are you? The tasting police?”

The woman’s jaw moved from side to side. “I am a high-paying customer, and I expect my needs to be met.”

“I guarantee you’ve never tasted blood like mine.”

The woman’s pupil’s moved when she looked at my neck. She cleared her throat. “I’ll be the judge of that. Now lay down.”

I did as she said. Once in place, the woman sat beside me, leaned down, took a quick lick of my neck and sat back up. She moved her lips from side to side as though swishing around wine rather than one lick of blood.

She swallowed. A second later, she dropped to the floor with a thud.

“Well?” I heard Jared ask. “How did she taste?”

I lifted my chin to look at him standing at the foot of the bed. My eyes shifted to the floor where the woman stared wide-eyed through her glasses at the ceiling as wave after wave of spasms overtook her body.

I followed her gaze to the ceiling.

“I’ve been told I taste like death,” I said to the space overhead.

“I wouldn’t know,” Jared answered.

I sat up and swung my legs to the floor.

“Are you AB negative or positive?” I asked.

His eyes latched onto mine before answering abruptly, “Positive.”

A grin spread over my lips. “So you’re an informant.”

Jared moved around the bedposts stealthily. As he knelt beside the woman’s twitching body, he lifted the dagger.

“No, I’m a killer.”

With that, he plunged the dagger into the woman’s heart. I winced, instantly wishing I’d closed my eyes or looked away.

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