101 Ways to Kill a Vampire

101 Ways to Kill a Vampire

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Genre: Fantasy

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

Mariella Brownlee is a trained assassin. She’s not just any assassin though; she obtains a particular set of skills which enable her to efficiently remove the vampires from our world. Ernest Landon, dark, sexy, murderously evil and head of pretty much the vampire mafia, wants Mariella dead. But Mariella isn’t just any vampire hunter. She’s a graduate from one of the classiest vampire hunter academies in the world, Tuer Les Sanguine Académie, and she has been known to kill a vampire with just her little finger. So how on earth can Ernest Landon defeat such a well-trained vampire assassin? One who is lethal and is practically invincible? Oh right, yes. She’s a normal twenty-one year old. She is a female and she has hormones; the thing that even the toughest of us struggle with. And Ernest Landon, well, let’s just say, he makes her tingle in a very sexy and yet unwanted way.

Summary

Mariella Brownlee is a trained assassin. She’s not just any assassin though; she obtains a particular set of skills which enable her to efficiently remove the vampires from our world.

Ernest Landon, dark, sexy, murderously evil and head of pretty much the vampire mafia, wants Mariella dead. But Mariella isn’t just any vampire hunter. She’s a graduate from one of the classiest vampire hunter academies in the world, Tuer Les Sanguine Académie, and she has been known to kill a vampire with just her little finger.

So how on earth can Ernest Landon defeat such a well-trained vampire assassin? One who is lethal and is practically invincible? Oh right, yes. She’s a normal twenty-one year old. She is a female and she has hormones; the thing that even the toughest of us struggle with. And Ernest Landon, well, let’s just say, he makes her tingle in a very sexy and yet unwanted way.

Chapter1 (v.1) - 101 Ways to Kill a Vampire

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Mariella Brownlee is a trained assassin. She’s not just any assassin though; she obtains a particular set of skills which enable her to efficiently remove the vampires from our world.<br /> <br /> Ernest Landon, dark, sexy, murderously evil and head of pretty much the vampire mafia, wants Mariella dead. But Mariella isn’t just any vampire hunter. She’s a graduate from one of the classiest vampire hunter academies in the world, Tuer Les Sanguine Académie, and she has been known to kill a vampire with just her little finger. <br /> <br /> So how on earth can Ernest Landon defeat such a well-trained vampire assassin? One who is lethal and is practically invincible? Oh right, yes. She’s a normal twenty-one year old. She is a female and she has hormones; the thing that even the toughest of us struggle with. And Ernest Landon, well, let’s just say, he makes her tingle in a very sexy and yet unwanted way. <br />

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Submitted: September 23, 2012

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Chapter One

 

 

Copyright of Annie Warner-Mattey, 2012

 

I stood by the entrance of the club shivering in my skimpy dress and stupid heels. I didn’t want to wear the heels, I never did. But what choice did I have when I was only five foot four instead of the five foot six of my friends. I needed the extra height.

Anyway, I’d just been in the club when I got a call from Adam to meet me outside. It was kind of a weird call considering we had broken up at least a month ago now and I hadn’t seen him since. He was the one to break it off, and that was why I accepted to meet him outside the busiest club in east London. I didn’t know why he broke off our ‘thing’—much better than calling our no strings attached thing a relationship.

People were circling past me and grunting due to the fact that I blocked one wall of the entrance off. I was too drunk and distracted to care. The last time I saw Adam—not as if he could have changed very much in the past month—he had shaggy brown hair and laughing eyes. He was cute and harmless, until he got you in the bedroom of course. I squirmed a little against the wall. He was one of my regrets. Clearly not boyfriend material, hence the reason I came up with the no strings attached thing, but someone I would have liked to explore more with.

While I was thinking of all the things I would have liked to have explored with him, things that made me a bit too hot standing outside a club on a cold November night, someone caught my eye. The recognition of his face intensified the heat and I found myself smouldering back at him as sauntered his way over towards me.

“Mariella, baby,” he kissed my knuckles as I watched his brown shaggy hair flop over my hand.

“Adam,” I acknowledged. Trying for indifference to his presence, reminding myself that you couldn’t have a relationship with a bloke purely based on lust,—other than his body and the way he plays with mine, I didn’t actually like him—I acted stern with him, “Why did you drag me out of the club?”

“Baby, I need something from you…” he murmured, moving his lips so they hovered over mine.

What? What on earth could he need from me? I was a university student. That means I had practically nothing apart from knowledge of Drama and English. My heart rate started to accelerate. I tried to move my head back to look at his eyes, he wouldn’t let me. I played it cooler than before, trying to control my breathing. “What do you need Adam?”

“You know what I need,” his hand came up to the back of my head and tangled into my hair. His tug was rough, his mouth was rougher.

I forced my tongue into his mouth and ran it over his teeth. I started. I knew what he wanted. And sadly it wasn’t sex.

My training kicked in. It would have been easy to raise my hands slightly off his shoulders to his head and twist quickly, but there were people around. There were bouncers around. I was known here. I can’t believe they have found me already. And turned my dear old sexy Adam. It was a shame I’d have to kill him.

Although I couldn’t do it just yet, and he knew that. He pulled back and smiled, showing a small fraction of blood on his newly formed fangs. I tasted metallic in my mouth, it was my blood. I narrowed my eyes, all the alcohol consumption of the night vanishing like a Victorian London fog. “Well we can’t exactly do it here. Aren’t you supposed to bring me to your superiors or something?”

He ignored me. “I can’t believe I was fucking a trained vampire killer. No wonder you had that type of stamina. It was a shame to let you go to be honest.”

Curiosity always got the better of me. “And why did you cut me off, may I ask?”

“Oh, cuz I met someone else. You should meet her. She’s lovely. I met her about three months ago. She’s called—” I slapped him hard. Not because I was jealous. Not because I wanted him anymore. But because we met about three months ago. So he was banging two of us at the same time and then chose her. The freaking cheek of it! This has just made killing him much more reasonable.

He glared at me. “Okay, play time over. I need to take you to Ernest Landon. I assume you know who that is?”

I tensed, but tried not to show it. Ernest Landon was nothing like his name. He was a lying, deceiving, nasty bastard, but what do you expect. He was a vampire. Not just that, he was the one after my blood. To be honest, I was young, naïve and straight out of my training. It wasn’t my fault that his mate just so happened to cross my path. What was my fault nonetheless was that one of his associates saw me and named me. That was foolishness on my part and exaggerates the fact again that I was just out of my training. It was the only mistake I’d ever made. And it’s cost me, big time.

I was gutted that he had found me again. This was my third university that I had enrolled into for safety (and because I wanted to learn other things than 101 ways to kill a vampire). I mean, how many times can a now 21 year old enrol without causing suspicion. Let’s just say, I ditched the student loan after the first year.

But back to the situation at hand. Adam had decided he was to drag me around the corner of the club and into an ally way. I knew this wasn’t where we were supposed to meet Ernest; he was too ‘classy’ for this type of setting. So I was wondering what Adam’s intentions were when they became clear as he began to kiss me again. It was once again rough. Not for any other reason really, apart from the fact that he was a new born vampire and didn’t really know his own strength.

I pitied him. Who would send out a new born vampire to try and drag back a graduate of Tuer Les Sanguine Académie? (Yes, I studied in France. Exciting right?) It was practically his death sentence.

His mouth started to run over my neck as I panted, gasping for my breath—what? I was still attracted to him, alright? The tips of his fangs scraped over the soft skin of my neck as I raised my hands and placed them on both sides of his head. “Je suis désolé,” I murmured as he pulled back to look at me.

His eyes went round but before he could react or push me away, something he had the strength and speed to do, I twisted his neck. With a light snap, he was only paralysed, sadly not dead. I grabbed my purse and pulled out a tiny vial I always brought around with me for emergencies and sprinkled some of the powder over the unconscious body. Faster than untrained eyes could master, the body of Adam Cromwell dissolved into ash. I kicked the ashes around, now grateful for my high heels and made my way back into the club.

I spotted Gracie at the bar talking to some dark haired bloke that was both below our standards. I shook my head at her and went in search for Peter, the gayest guy I know. I spied him in the corner tonguing the hell off this hotty and decided that it was probably best for me to leave now.

I made my way out of the club quickly, hoping to grab a taxi back to my house. But as soon as I walked the short distance to the clubs entrance and saw that a massacre had literally just happened, I stopped short.

I sensed him before I saw him. The first thought I had was to remove my shoes. Now the beautiful things were weapons and I wouldn’t have to try and run with them. Who said high heels were stupid…? I had them in my hand as he walked around the corner. We both knew we didn’t have much time. They just bloody massacred about twenty people outside a seriously busy club. The police would be here ASAP.

“My, my Mariella, haven’t you grown?” He was wearing a suit, which was all black apart from the crimson red tie. His hair was black too. But his skin was a deathly pallor. This was the only indication that he was old. That and redness of his eyes, or in his case, the blackness. See as vampires develop, the redness that tints their eyes becomes darker and darker as the years tick by. It’s how you can tell the age of a vampire. Adam’s glowed red, Ernest’s were nearly black. And the pale skin, well that was just years of not being in direct sunlight. Duh.

Anyway, looking at Ernest, you could always mistake him for a pale, yet sexy and dark haired Hollister model. Honestly, it’s true when they say vampires are much better looking than humans. However, with his conniving smirk and the evil glint in his eyes, you wouldn’t want to let him into your pants. That’s for sure.

“Well, the last time you did see me Ernest was when I was seventeen remember? Oh, of course you remember.”

It was low on my part and stupidly dangerous, but one thing I couldn’t help was my snide comments. It helped me make my enemies. He growled at me and took a step forward. I clutched my shoes tighter, the heel of one aimed already at his heart.

“Don’t play games with me Mariella. I’m here for your blood and you know it.”

“Well, of course. Although, why you had to change poor gorgeous Adam and then send him to me was just unnecessary and seriously low. Even for you, Dracula.” It was my awesomely creative nickname for him that I developed over the many years of threat letters and threat phones calls. I knew it was probably about time for him to actually show up in person, I mean, how many accomplices could he send to their instant death without turning up?, but I just kind of tried not to think about it. ‘Head of the evil vampire mafia is coming to kill you’ doesn’t make the days any brighter.

“Adam was just some fun. I was watching you two together. I was kind of hoping it would have hurt you, if I was honest. But you humans don’t develop bonds like us, and so, it didn’t surprise me when you were indifferent to him.” He looked wistfully to the left of him and I spied flashing lights speeding through the congested crowd. We had about three minutes.

“What do you want Landon? I gather you want my blood, but you could have killed me already. If there’s one thing I’ve learnt is that vampires rarely hesitate, so why are you here?” I crossed my arms over my chest before realising my lapse in judgement and placed my shoes back in to the stance over his heart. Of course it wasn’t directly over his heart; Ernest was standing at least two and a half metres away from me.

He smiled at me for a long time, “I forgot how smart you were Miss Brownlee.” I stared at him passively, waiting for him to continue and knowing full damn well that I was smart. Stupid man for even doubting that! I was the enemy who had murdered hundreds of his vampire workers. God. Men, hey?

He continued. “What I want is an agreement. I’ve finally come to a conclusion that you’re too valuable to destroy. Of course, you hunt our kind, but once you become our kind, you would become a God.” My mouth flung open in an attempt to contradict him. Me become a vampire? Me?! “So I have come here to make you a proposition.” He carried on, making sure I couldn’t interrupt him. “Become a vampire and become my wife willingly, and I was going to say or die, but I know that would probably be your first option.”

“Damn right,” I interrupted.

He scowled at me, “We’ll have to work on your uncontrollable mouth.” I swore silently at him and he smirked. “You will never be able to replace poor Giselle but I think you’d be a whole new adventure.”

“I’m sorry; I think you got side-tracked into your non-existent love life. You were threatening me remember?” I put on a stupid voice, “‘Become my wife and a vampire’ or…?”

“I meant, become my wife and a vampire willingly, or I’ll force you. You have seven days.”

With that, he turned and began to walk away when he stopped, turned and blew me a kiss. I stood at the entrance of the club in shock when he winked and disappeared.

I stood for a beat more trying to work out why I was feeling slightly turned on about a vampire wanting me before I had to run away, in case I was questioned for the massacre that was caused by the most dangerous vampire alive.

 


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