by Ted Lietz
The cops practically thanked me for committing murder.
“One less dirtbag vampire for us to worry about,” the detective said. “Sure he didn’t bite you?”
“No bites,” I said. Given the cop's attitude, I wasn’t about to tell the truth.
It’s almost daylight, now.
Gotta fly. Catch ‘ya later.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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