Vampire Cleaner Novels & Stories

Becca’s eyes grew as wide as saucers as she breathed out, “Dad.” Shier checked Alexander’s appearance, which was a long black coat reaching down to his knees and jeans. He didn’t fail to ascertain that Alexander was a vampire. He was the reason Becca had the smell of a vampire on her which he could sense due to being a scientist. Immediately, he grabbed Becca’s hand and pulled her inside. “Dad, what are you—” Becca was interrupted when Shier pushed her inside her bedroom.

Answers Bash couldn’t give him because he was still unconscious, and could be for a long time. Quin wondered why Bash stayed out so late, or what was the reason he had been late, why would he risk exposing himself to hunters? Quin was certain the hunters had only attacked Bash and there was no one else. He smelled the blood of at least three humans on him. The council had to wait until sundown to send out the Cleaners. Cleaners were vampires who cleaned scenes of attack and removed bodies and any traces of blood. In this case, the Cleaners had to find the scene of attack without help. The council was hoping it wasn’t in the open, where someone else might stumble across the bodies before they

She asks curiously. He pauses for a second, and her eyes widen as he hesitates. "I did, technically," he finally says. "What was it?" She asks eagerly, leaning forward in her seat. She could mix it into the water and flush out any vampires on her land. "What seemed most effective was chlorine and copper mixed together, forming copper chloride. It was very volatile even in a lab, so it would have been impossible to use outside of one," he admits mournfully, "I could have sorted my problem out entirely, and nobody would have been hurt."

There is no weathering or cracking here and there even though it is hundreds of years old. Although, at a glance at its exterior condition, no one would have any thoughts of cleaning up the building at all. But unexpectedly, nineteen top-class vampires who were a collection of Damien's shadow troops who were entrusted to this group to help clean up the mansion moved without being ordered. It didn't take them a minute to cut down any plants that grew in the large front yard of the mansion. With speed and strength on par with top-tier vampires that had even increased after they increased their stats after becoming a shadow army.

Its body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Zane moved like a whirlwind, his blade cutting through the air in a deadly arc. His weapon sliced through two vampires in one swift motion, severing limbs and heads with precision. The creatures shrieked as their bodies collapsed, their flesh turning to ash before they could even hit the ground. The wind carried the dust away, but their eerie, glowing eyes still haunted the battlefield as more vampires stepped forward, their hunger unrelenting.

Shantelle's Mother and Grandmother are the only human in her family. We left the room together. I'm still not used to the color of the house. Too bright, it hurts the eyes. We walk down the white stairs. But the whole house is very clean. I couldn't see any dust around. Duh! You can't see anything, you're not a vampire to have sharp eyes or your eyes are big enough to see the smallest dust in this house, stupid! I screamed in my mind. I want to laugh at my thoughts. I feel crazy.

“Dead?” She met my gaze dead-on. “I don’t care.” I studied her for a long moment. She wasn’t bluffing. Whatever was pushing her, whatever kind of desperation this was, it was stronger than fear. A slow, dangerous smile pulled at my lips. “Wow.” The words of the curse echoed in my head like a prayer I hated: If the Crimson Stone enters a human and cannot be removed, the vampire must be bound to that human until it’s reclaimed. Through intimacy. And the human never survives it.

Breath-deep, all teeth and instinct. I caught the vampire by the throat. Its dead eyes widened. "You messed with the wrong house." I growled. I drove my claws from my opposite hand up beneath its jaw and tore. The thing came apart with a cracking, wet sound that echoed through the clearing. Black blood sprayed across the snow and steamed where it hit, eating tiny pits into the frost. The vampire's body hit the ground in two heavy pieces, twitching once before going still. Fast, Messy. Finished.

That is until the door was forced open with a click. Everyone turned their heads to see who had just joined us and to say I was surprised is an understatement. I looked up to see Mr Vamps eying me up and down as he sat on his seat. He looked calm but his eyes told another story. They are beautiful sapphire eyes that showed too much pain hidden in their very depth. He did not say a word as he ordered his meal and ate as gracefully as usual. He is the first I saw eating food as if he was a normal human being.

But I'd never be clean again. Sunny gasped, her body returning to human form, claws retracting from my flesh as her eyes and mouth opened wide, blackness pouring from her and into me. Uncle Frank staggered, his darkness rushing to her and out again. I felt the oncoming rush of power before it appeared, the stain spread to Sunny's bloodline on every continent rushing back to source. I had just enough time to flinch before a great wave of taint burst against the stained glass window, shattering it inward, collapsing on Sunny and, in a surge of waste and rot, through me. The last of it burst from her, a bubble of filth, falling with a wet gurgle to meld with the rest. Now, my vampire sent. Cont