by P. J. Tallis
They’re not just after blood, you see.
Vampires have sex drives, as I believe I’ve demonstrated. And they can also be motivated by such base things as material greed.
I took Letitia’s head off with the katana I had at the ready under my desk. It wasn’t difficult; she was weakened by the garlic I’d put in her drink, and she was certainly no fighter like Oscar. I staked her at leisure, then got out a brush and pan and disposed of the ash. (The stuff stinks like thousand-year-old Brie cheese.)
Then I opened the suitcase she’d brought. There it was. The other half of the payment.
I hummed a little as I set about packing it up, then making a shopping list. I wasn’t going to go wild, but I was certainly going to treat myself. I’m as susceptible to the fine things in life as the next person.
After all, I’m only human.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I was born in 1980 in Sandy Springs, Georgia. Currently I live in Muscogee County in the same state, with my husband, three dogs and two parakeets.
I enjoy writing and cooking, and I’m partial to garlic, in case you’re wondering.
So far my other published work is the short novel Drifter’s Blues, part one of my Erotic Noir trilogy. Be warned: this is far, far raunchier than anything in Rafe’s Rules.
If you’ve enjoyed Rafe’s Rules, I’d be much obliged if you’d consider leaving a review on Amazon. Reviews are the lifeblood of us writers, and even just a few lines would be appreciated!
Thanks,
P. J. Tallis