All Chapters of Night Slayer: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The first bloodsucker went down easy enough with a quick blast from Jo’s Glock, which gave her hope that these were old school Vampires, the kind that died quickly with a bullet or two, not the reengineered kind that had showed up a few days after the Revealing, and certainly not the pesky Souled kind that they’d discovered the year before Jo was born. No, with any luck, all of these dirt bags would turn out to be good ol’ fashioned bloodsuckers and fall down dead like good boys and girls with a blast of her weapon. She’d find out quickly enough.A spray of ash from the first one, and a scream from a few others who were either so startled at her sudden appearance or just timid by nature, gave Jo the few seconds she needed to aim at the shadows and send a woman with long, scraggily black hair into oblivion.From her right, a thin specter rushed her, his long claws reaching for her face. Jo whirled around, raising

It was no surprise that Aunt Cassidy was already sitting in her living room by the time Brandon found a parking spot in an inconspicuous location a few blocks away from Jo’s apartment building. Cassidy had no doubt parked in Jo’s parking spot in the garage at the rear of the building whereas the three of them were forced to traipse through the streets a good distance. They’d been hampered by the fact that they had to walk like regular people, rather than the superbeings they were. Although, if anyone peeking through the windows wanted to look carefully enough, they might notice there was something different about their weapons. Not that everyone wasn’t armed these days. Humans tried to protect themselves from Vampires, since it was okay to kill them if they attacked. Vampires didn’t need guns but they often carried them anyway. And then there were people like Jo and her family who would be taken in without question the second law enforcement

Crying was the one thing Jo hated almost as much as Vampires, so she didn’t let herself sob for too long before she broke into a mental pep talk and went to the kitchen to grab a leftover napkin from takeout and blew her nose. “This is stupid,” she muttered, wadding the flimsy paper into a ball and tossing it into the overflowing trash can in the kitchen. “I can’t let those shitheads walk into my house and make me feel bad for something none of them can ever understand.”She drummed her fingernails on the chipped Formica counter and contemplated what to do. She wished a stiff drink would do her some good, but it had been a long time since alcohol or anything else had an effect on her--not that that had kept her from trying. Before she Transformed at seventeen, she’d done more drinking and smoking than most kids her age--all behind her parents’ back, which had been hard because her dad always seemed to know

Jo brought her bike to a stop next to the SUV a few minutes before 8:00. Everything worth bringing with her was in the backpack strapped to her back, or in one of the many holsters she had hidden on her person--at least she hoped they were hidden. She hadn’t gotten too many questioning looks on her ride over, but then, there weren’t many people up this time of day either. When you had to stay up most of the night to make sure you weren’t some monster’s late night snack, you tended to sleep in.No one was stirring near the SUV, which looked more beat up in the daylight than it had the night before. She walked around it, wondering where the rest of the family might be and noticed a few dents on the driver’s side that could’ve been popped back into place easy enough. She vaguely remembered the days of Lamborghinis and jet planes but didn’t let her mind stay there too long. There was no use thinking about what used t

Stanstead was a quaint little town near the Quebec-Vermont border, just the sort of place one might expect to see on a 1950s television program, even though technically the town didn’t come into existence until two others were merged in 1995. Still, as the SUV rolled along nice suburban streets, lined with green hedges and white fences, it was easy to forget they were in the middle of a war.Not here, however. Not in Canada. Jo pushed her hair back behind her ear, trying to concentrate on anything other than seeing her dad for the first time in years, including remembering how ugly it had gotten between the US and Canada when the northern neighbor declared Vampires unwelcome within the borders. Many Americans had called them racist, said it was another Holocaust all over again. Jo remembered her dad sending as many LIGHTS members as he could find from other parts of the world that weren’t either in crisis like they were in the US or under a s