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hit the floor with a
bang.
    “What? What?” I stuttered.
    “Miss Elizabeth Luck, you killed a vampire
tonight. He may be an otherworlder, like yourself, but that's still
murder,” the detective said with a tone about as dangerous as a
knife held to your back. His gaze was about as deadly, too.
    I started to shake my head, over and over
and over again. “Murder? Murder? I didn't kill anyone. That guy… he
just, he attacked me. Tried to feed on me. But he had some kind of
reaction to my blood. Like, like an allergy, or something. I didn't
kill him.” My world began to fall down around me. I'd started the
day terrified that I wouldn't be able to find a job. Now I was
going to be charged with first-degree murder.
    Neither the detective nor the nurse softened
their hard gazes as they stared at me like the scum that collects
in storm drains after a deluge.
    “What are you?” the detective asked as he
locked his arms around his middle. “Witch? A sorcerer? It isn’t on
your citizen file, but that doesn't mean much to people like you,
does it?” He bared his teeth at me. “Get your kicks by luring
unsuspecting vampires into alleyways and hexing them, do you? Well
I've got news for you, missy, William Benson III is on his way. If
you think you can mess with the vampire clan of Hope City and get
away with it, you are dead wrong,” the guy's voice shook violently
hard on the word dead.
    Benson… William Benson III. He was meant to
be one of the most powerful vampires in the city, let alone the
country. He was also the richest, too. Heck, his wealth rivaled
most small governments.
    Oh, but that wasn't to mention the most
important fact. William Benson III was the spokesperson for the
vampire clans of Hope City.
    And, apparently, soon to be my
executioner.
    Before I knew what was happening, my head
began to spin again. And this time there was no stopping it as it
snatched me down into the relatively peaceful arms of
unconsciousness. Peaceful arms that wouldn't be able to keep me
safe for long.
    My reckoning was coming – a reckoning that
would come at the strong, perfect hands of William Benson.

Chapter 3
    “Sorry for dragging you down here while
you’re busy,” Detective Cortez said as he leaned back in his chair
and crossed his arms.
    William smoothed a smile over his face and
offered the detective a gracious nod. “I have told you before, I am
always at the Hope City PD's disposal. Especially when a crime is
committed against a vampire.” Benson smiled and showed his
teeth.
    Detective Cortez snorted. “I have no idea
what the idiotic witch was thinking. Killing a vampire in one of
the busiest nightclub districts of the city? She must have a death
wish.”
    “Perhaps,” Benson agreed simply.
    “I'm already throwing the book at her. We’ve
got more than enough evidence to prove that the witch murdered him
in cold blood.”
    Benson didn't twitch at that word. Many
vampires less skilled would have. He did, however, narrow his gaze.
“How are we so sure that she's a witch? And do you have any idea
how she murdered the victim?”
    Detective Cortez didn't look particularly
pleased by that question.
    “A taxi driver has come forward saying he
saw Miss Luck running down that alleyway mere minutes before the
crime was committed.”
    Benson nodded politely. “I see, but do we
have any idea how this Miss Luck – is it? How she murdered
him?”
    Cortez brought a hand up and grated his
nails over the back of his head – a telling move. “She killed the
guy – hexed him with her blood. I mean, all it took was one drink,
and the guy turned to dust.”
    William didn’t react. He’d spent several
lifetimes perfecting the ability to keep a completely neutral
expression. “Indeed, but are we sure she hexed her blood? It takes
a great deal of magic, patience, and some would say sheer stupidity
to lace your own blood with a magical spell capable of killing a
vampire. Let alone turning one to dust.”
    “What are you