I’ve Become Prey to My Female Counterparts

I’m a vampire, and I have three rules for hunting: pretty, a virgin, and no killing.

Last night, I picked out a woman who fit the bill perfectly. The moment my fangs pierced her neck, a sharp pain shot through my own.

I shoved her away and spat out the blood in my mouth. In disbelief, I watched her wipe the blood from the corner of her lips, a flicker of amusement in her eyes.

She smiled. “Your blood tastes very unusual.”

That night, I realized I was being followed. The hunter had become the prey.

And she seemed to have just one rule for hunting: me.