My Marked Luna
One nasty rogue manages to scratch my arm, but Jerry slashes its thick throat.
Slowly, the rogues and vampires deplete, while others start to run. My fighting partner changes back to his human form. He's tall, lean, muscular, and no older than twenty. He flashes me a smile and extends his hand, but I turn from him. He chuckles.
"Oh," he says in realization. "Gimme a minute," he disappears and returns within a minute, wearing shorts.
"Hello, Luna," he bows his head to the waist.
"Hi, Jerry,"
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