All
I wanted was to be a normal, ordinary girl whose biggest worry was what to wear
to her twenty-first birthday party. I needed for a few hours to forget about my
mother’s murder and the monsters that inhabit the night. With all my heart I
wished for a little romance, for a man who could make me forget the bloodshed
and death. I longed for a prince charming who would sweep me off my feet and
kiss me under the stars. Then fate kicked me in the teeth and granted my wish.
My
perfect prince charming turned out to be a vampire. If I hadn’t been so blasted
drunk I might have noticed his fangs a bit sooner. Not when they were buried in
my neck and the super nova of orgasms was tearing through me.
I
had given my virginity to Ian McGregor, an eight hundred year old master
vampire, who knew I would become a slayer on my twenty-first birthday. The
bastard had deliberately lured me to his bed to take my powers. Uncle Fester’s
timely intervention saved my life but my slayer powers were gone forever.
My
dreams shattered and in a royal snit I tracked McGregor down and blew up a
garage full of his expensive antique automobiles. Big mistake! Who knew a Highland
warrior that had been turned way back in 1186 would be so rabid about his cars?
I
certainly didn’t need Uncle Fester’s snarky comment that riling up a master
vampire was about as smart as whacking on a hornet’s nest with a stick. You’re
gonna get bit, repeatedly.
Uncle
Fester dragged me to a creepy old witch and held me down while the bitch
magically welded an Amalfi Medallion to my neck. I was now stuck with a
freakin’ silver dog collar complete with spikes and weird carvings. The Amalfi
would supposedly protect me from McGregor. What I really needed was something
to protect me from Aunt Tessa.
After
a two hour lecture on the stupidity of spreading my legs for a vampire, Aunt
Tessa promptly shipped me off to the University
of Alfred.
No.
It’s not a school for butlers. Aunt Tessa’s eccentric and very dead husband had
been a big Batman fan and he named the highly secretive school after the ever
faithful Alfred.
My
Aunt said it was the perfect place for me to put my talent for blowing stuff up
to good use and the instructors would teach me some badly needed discipline.
Since
I could no longer be a slayer, it was a good fit. Alfreds are weapons,
explosives and surveillance experts.
My
name is Ann Dragos but everyone calls me Bunny. My idiot, dead uncle stuck me
with this swell nickname because I’m so itty-bitty, cute, and cuddly. Gag me.
At least I wasn’t named after a Disney character like my cousin.
My
psychic abilities are the only reason I’m still breathing. My mom was forced to
drink from a vampire when she was pregnant with me and that transfusion has
given me some pretty nifty powers.
Powers
the nasty vamp couldn’t take away. I’m telepathic which lets me eavesdrop on
all of McGregor’s dirty little plans and stay a step ahead of him. My ace in
the hole is I can’t be mesmerized and forced to do their bidding. This allows
me to get up close and personal with my Mister Pointy. Another gift is the
ability to read auras and sense any supernatural beings within a mile of me.
Since vampires are freakishly fast, it gives me enough time to set up my booby
traps and fry their asses.
McGregor
placed a million dollar bounty on my head and three years later still actively
hunts me. I guess I should quit blowing up his cars.