Vladira's heart was beating in her chest, just as he'd noticed before. "I hear it," he said.
"My heart beats for you," she cooed in his ear.
"Maybe because of our connection. I don't want to break our bond—not by magic. Not now, not ever. I want to be tangled up with you, feeling this love until forever ends.
Alaric—I love you!"
"You've established—"
"Do you love me, too?" she asked.
Alaric's anal sphincter clenched so tightly he could have cracked a walnut with his rectum.
"Let's just agree that I'm yours, you're mine—and no murdering women just because they talk to me."
"If they rub their tits in your face, then—"
"Fine," he muttered.
"That's fair. If a random woman rubs her bare breasts in my face, sure, kill her. A scenario like that isn't happening anyway. But let's keep the hypothetical murder quick, alright? Impaling for days isn't something I could stomach or forgive you for."
"Her breasts don't have to be bare. Hang on—I have a list of killable offenses I wrote down on a receipt, let me go get it." Vladira leapt off of his lap and cutely scampered to the desk in the corner, grabbing a tiny strip of paper.
She raised it to her face and squinted at it, still perfectly naked. "Are you ready?"
Alaric let his sigh out loudly and proudly this time. "Fine. Let's hear it."
"Okay—Vladira Noctyra's list of killable offenses against her beloved.
One. Killing him.
Two. Sexually assaulting him.
Three. Attempting to murder him."
"These are actually fairly reasonable,"Alaric said, nodding and smiling a little with clear relief etched across his features.
"Four. Commenting on his appearance.
Five. Commenting on his smell.
Six. Looking into his eyes for more than three seconds.
Seven. Seeing him without a shirt on—"
"I'm going to cut you off," Alaric grunted, holding up a hand to stop her.
"This list is going through a few drafts, I'll tell you that right now."
Vladira nodded sweetly and looked back down at the receipt. "I'll continue.
Eight. Asking him more than two questions in the same conversation.
Nine—"
"How many are there on this list?"
Vladira looked up in surprise at the inquiry, then back down at the receipt. She unrolled it and followed it all the way down with her eyes.
"Only seventy-three."
Alaric covered his face with both hands and groaned. I should have just fucked her, he lamented loody
———OutSide The Motel
Mary parked her car in the motel parking lot.
She remembered this place well. She killed a family of three in the room where Vladira and Alaric Voss now stayed.
She watched them from a distance, leveraging a camera with a telephoto lens to peer into their room.
They covered the windows with sheets, but they left the lights on inside.
She could still see their shapes, still make out their…activities.
Imagine her surprise when she watched them kiss. The monster slayer's powerful hands entombed the naked silhouette of Countess Vladira, swallowing her up in his powerful embrace.
She watched the vampiress, the powerful, formidable, domineering Vladira, paw at Alaric's chest with frenzied lust and passion as she pressed her face against his.
She ground her sex in his lap, but it didn't seem like they were actually coupling. Were they…grinding like teens in the back of a cheap minivan?
Vladira and the greatest warrior of the Voss line, hornily humping on a motel bed?
She pulled her face away from her camera in disbelief. This…woman.
This vampiric slut denied her and now settled for their common enemy?
"A vampire hunter, Vladira?" she growled. "Really?"
The plan had changed. This was just too delicious not to exploit. Mary saw what Vladira had and wanted it—for no other reason than to take it away from her.
A simple plan formed in her mind. Very simple indeed. It didn't have to be complicated—it just had to hurt.
"So," she purred, watching as the Countess wrapped her legs around Alaric's back as they spoke about some matter or another,
"you're in love, are you? How sweet."
She started to disassemble her camera, but kept her eyes locked on the window anyway.
She couldn't see inside anymore, but the shadow cast on the sheets covering the window was enough of a visual for her to
understand what was transpiring.
"It would be a pity if someone took that love away from you, Vladira. It would be so, so sad if someone made that boy break your cold, dead heart."
She didn't need to see anything else. Instead, she waited. Using the gifts bestowed upon her by her deathly patron, she made herself undetectable, watching from a safe distance as they went about their evening.
Eventually, Vladira sat on his lap, and it seemed like they were just…watching TV
together? It was such a wholesome scene that she almost vomited.
"Disgusting whore," she hissed. Why was Alaric Voss worthy of such affection and she wasn't?
What was he that she could not be? She
shook her head, gritting her teeth in anger.
With a growl, she cast off her mounting fury, taking labored but deep breaths to regain her composure.
Mary settled in her corvette seat and waited.
She waited for someone to emerge, for something to change, and she got the feeling that she might be waiting for a while.
But eventually, it did happen. As morning broke, the monster hunter left the motel room, closing the door behind him.
He was wearing a tight white T-Shirt that showed his herculean physique while
leaving little to her imagination.
Even more damning, he had donned some
rather form-fitting gray sweatpants in which she easily found the outline of his heroic cock.
"No wonder he's got that bitch domesticated," she mused with a smirk.
Mary was fairly Gay, but even she had to give credit where it was due. The man was a looker.
She watched with puzzlement as he walked toward the same W-Mart she had conducted her recent killing at, opting not to follow him inside.