here, rest up. I’ll be back later.”
“Work? But the sun will be up soon.”
“Yes, I know, but...” The vampire trailed off, peering at Snod curiously. “You do know that some
vampires can day walk?”
“No, the sunlight burns the impurity out of your tainted flesh and—”
“Oh, my God,” the vampire cackled. “You have no idea. You really have no clue at all!”
Snod’s cheeks flushed. He was angry, in pain, and the vampire was laughing in his face. His temper
was beginning to simmer, his fingers digging into the couch cushions.
“You know, all of my immortal life I was warned about the Order,” the vampire said with a grin. “The
feared and dreaded vampire hunters. I was always looking over my shoulder, always making sure to
change my identity every twenty years so no one would ever catch on that I wasn’t aging. I did so
much to keep myself safe from you! And after all of this time, wow, you’re all so stupid!”
Snod rose up immediately, snarling angrily, “We are a sacred Order charged with—”
“Blah, blah, killing vampires,” he snapped back. “Yeah, I got it. But you know what I’m starting to
think? All the vampires you’ve killed that you’re so disgustingly proud of? They probably weren’t
even a hundred years old. Maybe fifty at most? Ha! You’ve been killing vampire children and keeping
their little baby fangs as trophies and thinking you’re a big, mighty hunter.”
Temper now boiling, Snod clenched his hands into fists. “I’m warning you. I appreciate your
hospitality, but I’m—”
“What?” the vampire taunted cruelly. “Getting mad? Oh, yeah. I can feel it, remember? God, you
really are all fools. I still can’t believe it. The Order is nothing but a bunch of ignorant, brainwashed
virgins who—”
“Shut the fuck up!” Snod shouted, all of the pressure building up inside of him exploding violently. He
wasn’t thinking clearly, blindly lunging at the vampire.
The vampire grabbed him effortlessly, pinning him down against the couch. His fingers curled around
his throat, baring his fangs as he hissed, “Where was I? Oh, right. Nothing but a bunch of ignorant,
brainwashed virgins who have no idea what they’re being sent out to destroy.”
Struggling furiously, Snod realized that trying to move a brick wall would have been easier. He had
fought many of the undead over the course of his lifetime, but none like this.
He had grossly underestimated the vampire’s strength, fighting hard no matter how futile it was,
