THE DAY I SLAYED MY VAMPIRE LOVER
She held a heavy, iron butcher”s cleaver in her hand, the blade caked with dried, dark stains.
She looked at the locket in Cattley”s hand, then at the bodies in the street, and she began to laugh”a dry, hacking sound that had no humor in it.
"I'm Sarah," the woman said, stepping into the moonlight. She looked at Cattleya with eyes that held the same terrifying, hollow awareness that Cattleya felt behind her own. "I was 802. I spent the last three cycles hiding in the sewers, watching the 'Kings' eat ducks and rats, waiting for the system to purge itself."