Vamp Huntress Hunted - Mariana Mendoza (parable of the sower read online .TXT) 📗

but they quickly returned to their usual chatter.
“ Ah, fuck, this is bad. Does anyone know he’s there?” she asked.
I looked at her as if she had grown a new head.
“ No, Ami, I work for a secret police division. Its called secret for a reason.” I told her.
Ami nodded and then just shook her head.
“ You were right, you shouldn’t have told me.” she said came over to my side of the bar and sat beside me. I took her hand and squeezed it lightly.
“ Don’t worry, Ami, I’ll have some undercover cops watching over this area so you don’t have to worry. Just don’t go out by yourself or be in a lot of public places.” I mumbled to her. She nodded then frowned.
She took my hand then my other hand.
“ Oh my god, Kira, your hands are fucking cold.” she said.
“ Its cold outside.” I stated the obvious. Which was true, thank goodness. It was time to go before she asked more questions. She nodded and then went back to the other side of the bar.
“ So, you have a lead or what?” she asked casually.
Yup, it was time to go. I stood up and took out a five dollar bill.
“ We’ll go shopping one of these days, I promise but I have to go right now. Call me, ‘kay?” I asked and began walking to the door.
“ I’ll call you if you don’t.” she said.
I waved goodbye and got in my car. I started to head towards the house but I took longer than usual. The body still creeped the crap out of me and I didn’t know what to do.
I quickly got back to the house, already hoping that my forensic cutie had something for me. But first, I was hungry.
I went to the kitchen, where all the new kitchen tech was clean and awesome. The kitchen was very simple. Grey walls, white tiled floors, and five long tables with about twenty chairs on each one. Yeah, my house was that big.
We had three hundred vampires, a small amounting Penny. There was actually very few vampires in the world. About five hundred that are rogue and ten houses, each holding about two to five hundred in every house. My house had about three hundred, the first hundred here and the other two hundred all over Penny.
On some of the seats were some men and women who had thousands of bite marks on their necks and wrists. They were called blood whores. Others called them blood beggars. I called them lunch.
Did I just say that? I did. But I was just too hungry to care. My house didn’t all have humans to snack on. We also had animal blood and donated blood as well. I went and took out my coffee mug. It was a white coffee mug with a vampy smiley face. It was not me but I liked it because it was cute. I liked cute things.
“ And you weren’t going to call me to eat with you?” Kass said behind me. I turned to him and looked at him with a bored expression.
“ You came anyways.” I mumbled.
He huffed a little and then began to fill my mug. He took out his plain black mug. Once it was half full, he went to the warm refrigerator. We had two refrigerators. A normal one to keep eggs and milk and human foods while the warm one kept the blood warm and fresh. He got out a bag of AB-neg, my favorite and the most expensive. He filled the rest of the mugs with it.
Blood was like sugar. It was sweet and even better than chocolate. But there were many types of blood. Healthy blood was the sweetest and most expensive blood, for the obvious reasons. Healthy blood was like fine wine or liquor. Normal human blood was the most common. The alcoholic and drug user bloods were the really cheap ones, like cheap liquor, that could get vampires drunk.
I liked the expensive, healthy blood, like most vampires. Kass, handed my mug back to me. I took it.
“ Thanks, Kass.” I muttered.
“ So, how was the crime scene?” he asked.
“ Dead vamp, two unrealistic bite marks on his neck and nothing else but that. Myles is testing the body for any other things that we might have missed.” I told him.
He blew out a low whistle. I nodded, knowing what he meant. This would be one bitch of a case.
“ Is there even an idea of what might have done it, at least?” he asked.
I looked at him as if he was the stupidest vamp dude in the world. Shit, I think I was always smarter than him even during my human life.
“ Sometimes I pity you.” I told him, caressing his cheek with the back of my hand. He looked a little strange. I frowned then continued.
“ I have no idea of what might have killed him.” I told him. I sipped my coffee and almost, almost, moaned in delight. Kass grinned.
“ Wow, thats a first. You usually know what kills a vampire.” he said.
I nod, agreeing with him. “ I know, but I’m also a newbie vampy girl, you know.”
“ You’re new? Kira, you act as if you’ve been a vampire all your life.” he complimented, surprised I didn’t know that.
But I didn’t know it at all. He must be saying it to get in my pants. Like that would happen.
I was about to respond when I heard someone enter the kitchen. I looked behind me and saw my second best friend, Sauda.
Sauda had light chocolate brown skin. She had hazel eyes and full lips. She braided her hair all the way down her back. It was was a beautiful black color, her hair. She was as tall and as thin as a model. She was wearing a simple black top and ripped up jeans. The air around could tell anyone to be careful with her. Which was true, she had an attitude no one really wanted to face.
“ Girl, you must be drinking cheap liquor if you don’t know who the vamp killer is.” she said.
“ Sauda, shut up.” I muttered.
She laughed and took out a bag of O-neg, her favorite. She then came to sit with us.
“ Well then, there must be something real fucked up that you can’t know who killed that damn fool.” she huffed.
Sauda called anyone she didn’t like a fool. I liked her because she made me more confident. I slightly grinned at her. She grinned back. Kass looked at me surprised.
“ Oh, so you smile at Sau but not at me?” he whined.
“ Yes.” I said then sipped the rest of my coffee.
“ Girl, you got to go. Myles is waiting for you and he looks like he’s about to pee his pants if you don’t go.” she said.
“ He found something? So fast?” I asked. Both my brows were up, impressed at how fast he found results. I stood up and placed my mug in the sink and left without a word to either at them.
I went downstairs to Myles’ lab. His lab was like a chem lab with every new techie thing. Myles loved new equipment as much as I loved healthy blood and chocolate.
“ What did you get, Myles?” I told him as I came down. Myles was all over the place, pacing and mumbling crap.
‘ Myles!” I said louder, to normal voice level.
Myles jumped and turned to me. He looked paler than normal. I slightly frowned, worried now.
“ What did you find?” I asked.
“ She’s back.” he whispered.
“ Who’s back?” I asked, confused as heck now. I didn’t like secrets that were kept from me. He walked towards me and put his hands on my shoulders. His irises contracted into small little points. Ah, crap, this wasn’t good.
“ Who’s back?” I asked again.
“ The Ghost.” he said.
All hell froze, right then. This wasn’t bloody good, not at all.
Ah, shit, this had just gotten even more complicated.


Oh, hell no

I swallowed a ball a knot that was stuck in my throat, worried now. I was pacing for both me and Myles. The Ghost had come back.
The Ghost was a famous Supernatural assassin. It kills any type of supernatural and otherworldly things that go bump in the night but it mostly kills vampires for some reason. I say it because no one knows if the assassin is a girl or a dude and no one knows what it is either. I had only heard stories about her but it’s infamous. I heard that she had killed five werewolves, ten witches, and five vampires last year. Thats a lot when it comes to the creepy things from my new world.
“ Ah, shit, the boss won’t be happy about this, not happy at all.” I muttered.
Myles said nothing. I ooh up at him to see that he was staring at me, in astonishment. I was really getting annoyed of that look.
“ What now, Myles?” I demanded, stopping right in front of him.
“ You’re pacing.”
“ And?”
“ You never pace, Kira.” he said. One of my brows goes up but it was back down as fast as it went up.
“ Whats the sire doing right now?” I asked.
“ He’s about to get lunch. Why?” He asked.
“ Because,” I began as I walked upstairs, “ The only way for me to tell him this is when he’s happy. And when is the vampy sire happy? When he’s feeding.”
I was up the stairs quickly. Just as I was going to open the door, Kass beat me to it. I almost jumped back in surprise.
“ Geez, Kass, you scared the shit out of me.” I told him.
“ I’m surprised you even get scared.” He said.
“ Seems like I’m full of surprises.” I mumbled.
“ You bet.” he said seriously.
I punch him in the arm and start walking towards the sire’s room, which was on the second floor. Sauda was in the living room, drinking a blood bag when she saw us. She quickly came to us.
“ Where ya’ll going?” She said.
“ The sire’s room.” I said.
“ Why?” She asked.
“ Yeah, why, Kira? The sire gets mad when his lunch is disrupted.” Kass added.
I stopped and turned behind me to look at them both. They both looked at me, waiting, their eyes