by Delmire Hart
“How many years as a vampire?” the man insisted.
“Not in years,” Daine muttered back and the man’s eyebrows jumped into his hairline.
“You’re just a fledgling?”
“And? Is that a problem? Look, I just want a little bit of a taste. How about we do a trade?”
“A trade?” He seemed sceptical but he didn’t say no or move away.
“That’s your ride over there, right?” Daine gestured behind himself to the broken-down limo. At the man’s nod, he continued, “I have a friend who’s a total gearhead and I’ve learnt a few things, I might be able to help out. So, I get you up and running and in return, I get to eat you just a little.” Daine flushed slightly at his poor choice of words. Ah well, he had put his foot in it long before now. “I mean, it doesn’t look like your friend over there is getting you guys a ride anytime soon.”
It was true. The man on the phone was all but screaming down the line at this point, his volume was enough to make Daine wince as it assaulted his sensitive ears. It would almost be worth it just to get his peace and quiet back.
“All right,” Daine grinned at the man’s agreement. “But only if I get a taste of my own.”
His heart thudded wildly in his chest, was this delicious morsel of a man actually offering to take him home? Wow, he had hit the jackpot tonight.
“Yeah,” he breathed out as he let the man’s scent wash over him again. “I’m up for that.”
A dark smirk met his words and suddenly Daine wasn’t sure who would be eating who at the end of the night but it didn’t matter. First things first though, he needed to check out the car.