Tapping her fingers the woman stared across the street at the biker bar, the line of motorcycles wrapped around the corner, the music and laughter echoed down the abandoned city street. She shoved the last bit of powdered doughnut in her mouth leaving a white crust in the corners of her lips as she slapped her hands together.
“He’s late.” The voice said from behind her. She laughed pulling a cigarette out and put it loosely in her mouth while the shadow behind her lit it, she sucked air making the red cherry brighten.
“Give him five more minutes..” Then just as she said it a loud crash was heard and the woman smiled twirling the rapier in her hands and with a hop she ran into the street. The door burst open as three men stumbled out their hands had been cut off.
Soon to follow a man… thin and strong with graying black hair wearing a very formal suit strutted out straightening the leather gloves on his hands.
“You’re late Walter.” She said smoothly and he bowed deeply flourishing with his right hand.
“So sorry…they do have a wonderful cognac in there.”
“Mmm, perhaps if we have time later..” She slashed through the staggering vampires neck sending his head to the street.
Walter danced avoiding the next attack and with the nearly invisible wires slicing the vampire into several pieces and held out his hand to her. “Of course we do, anything you want.” He said as she put her cigarette out and took his hand.
The last vampire leapt into the air and came down only to have a large dark shadow overwhelm him. The blond woman placed her arm through Walter’s and walked into the bar ignoring the screams of the last vampire and closed the door.
Everything was quiet except for the laughter of a tall thin shadow standing in the center of the empty street. His red eyes peering up at the moon, his white sharp teeth gleaming.
