Interview with a...

"...hunter."

"Vampire hunter," the tatted man corrected. He patted the stake at his hip. "I killed one of them with this, you know."

"Right." I checked a box. "And you learned this from-?"

"My father," the man crowed. "But that doesn't matter. I'll surpass him!"

Definitely certifiable. I checked a few more boxes.

The man's knee bounced impatiently. "Aren't you going to ask me how I killed it?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, "but first-"

I leaned forward.

My fangs extended, glinting in the light.

"What makes you think you can kill me?"

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Thank you for lingering.