“I could cut off your fingers, rip out your fangs, gouge out your eyes, or fillet your hand’s favourite friend,” Clara said.
“Go ahead,” Smiley said. “You won’t get anything out of me.”
“What?” Clara asked. “Why would I ruin this outfit?”
“Then what are you going to do?” Smiley asked.
Clara smiled, mimicking the one he sent her way last evening. The vampire furrowed his brow, unsure of the message she conveyed, until that ocean breeze rolled in from the Atlantic.
“You’re just going to let me fry?” Smiley asked.
“You said it yourself, why waste my time?” Clara asked.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.