Vampire Cleaner の小説・ストーリー

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV.

The elder vampire turned around, with the gun still in his hand, and pulled the trigger. Mason's eyes widened and he gasped as the vervain bullet pierced through his skin and became lodged in his chest. He staggered back and fell to the ground, unmoving. Harley screamed as Demitri pulled the trigger two more times to triple the dosage of vervain; making it impossible for Mason to break through.

“Now.” She didn’t argue, nor did she act like the woman who once lied with such grace. She scrambled out of bed, grabbing her pants, sweater, anything to cover herself. My wolf stirred, alert. Something was wrong. I felt the place was too quiet, too still, like something was about to go wrong. And then— CRACK. The front window shattered and someone jumped in. I turned around as the Cleaner emerged from the darkness. He was tall, clad in all black attire, his eyes were dead behind the mask he wore.

He traced my jawline with his thumb, running it across my bottom lip and cupping my chin in his grasp, bringing my gaze up to meet his. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, Tessa,” he assured me gently. “Trust me.” My anxieties melted away instantly. It’s insane the kind of power he has over my body because I instantly grew weak knees. Thankfully, he was standing close enough that if I fell over, he was going to catch me. He entwined his fingers through mine and pulled me along with him until we reached the Vamp House. The house was even bigger up close. I couldn’t even call it a house. It was a palace. When we stepped inside, we were met with the cleanest marble flooring I had ever

[POV: Colin Smith] The pentagram crackling and popping with violet energy spilled black smoke with a tinge of ember-like glow. From the smoke came 10s if not hundreds of burning obsidian chains with arrowheads and attacked everything that was alive within the area of effect. One of the chains went right through the stomach of a vampire. The vampire’s stomach was reduced to ash, and the rest of his body followed like a disease. In a matter of seconds, hundreds of vampires were reduced to dust, and not even the plants and other lifeforms in the areas were spared. Everything alive was reduced to dust by those burning chains.

Vampire, the owner of this company. “Hi, Lane, you never told me you had a human as your assistant, where can I get more of this?”

Usually before I even thought to ask. Although the winery had its drawbacks. I gathered up the clothes and headed through the kitchen to the washing machine, dumping the coat to the side to see if it could be repaired later. Blood was a pain in the ass, but Victor had been right. Fairy puke was the worst. I’d finally Googled local resources, finding a freelance warlock to hire to make me a specialized magical cleaning solution. He was a little weird and hyper, and his website had disclaimers including ‘All fees collected up front. No necromancy, that’s my freaky brother-in-law. Don’t call before noon,’ but he had reasonable rates.

Black spots danced in my vision. But my hand found something in his pocket. A lighter. I grabbed it. I jammed the lighter into his eye socket. He screamed. He let go of my throat to claw at his face. I dropped to the floor. I grabbed his fallen gun. I rolled onto my back. I aimed up. He was stumbling blindly blood pouring from his eye. "For my son," I whispered. Bang. The shot echoed through the empty mansion. The Cleaner fell backward. He hit the floor with a heavy thud. He didn't move.