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Son of a King

When women begin showing up dead all across Toronto with distinctive puncture wounds on their necks, Vicki Nelson, PI, is on the job – along with her 450-year-old vampire partner. But if he’s not behind the attacks – who is? A strange, young couple new to the city could hold the key to discovering the truth. Handling two kinds of vampires was hard enough. Just how many different sorts were there? Second story in the “Different Sorts” series FINAL CHAPTER -- NOW POSTED!

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3. Chapter 3

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“Hello Edward, Bella,” the blonde woman said, stepping into the room. “What’s this I hear about vampire attacks? Spike wasn’t very clear in his message …”

Edward nodded. “I apologize, I should have called myself. It looks like we’ve got a violent one on our hands. He’s attacking prostitutes.”

“Only one?” Buffy asked, surveying the strangers in her friends’ home.

Edward shrugged. “We’re not sure. It could be a nest. The detective here,” he said, motioning towards Mike, “was good enough to bring us a crime scene photo from the latest attack – the first here in Toronto.”

Edward plucked up the picture from Mike’s folder and passed it to Buffy. She made a sound of disgust when she saw it, then sighed. These scenes were all too familiar to her.

“We’ve been on this guy’s tail since Syracuse,” Edward continued. “He’s good. He’s strong and he’s fast – and if he’s got friends, then so are they. That’s why we called you.”

Buffy nodded, setting aside the gruesome crime photo. “It’s good you did. This is my job, after all.”

“I’m sorry, what’s your job?” said Vicki.

Buffy looked at her friends’ guests for the first time. They were strangers to her – but clearly, they knew vampires were real. One of them was a vampire, Buffy was pretty sure – the young one that Angel would be jealous of, if he were here now. “I’m the Slayer,” Buffy said. “It’s my job to kill vampires and demons.”

“No offense,” Mike said, “but you’re just a girl.”

Buffy grinned. “Oh, I am so much more …”

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It took a while – there were lots of questions – but eventually, Buffy, Edward and Bella explained their story more completely to the others. They explained Buffy’s ancient power – and how she and her friends had used magic to give that power to all potential Slayers. They explained how she had come to know the Cullens – and how Bella had lost her life and become a vampire. They explained how Buffy had taught them to how to patrol and kill vampires and demons. They explained that they had been moving around the country for the last three years – staying under the radar – while patrolling and killing vamps. How it gave their lives meaning – allowed them to help protect people from creatures that knew no mercy.

And finally, they explained that in their last home, in Syracuse, they’d discovered a violent, powerful vampire who preyed on young women of the street. He was too strong for them to fight alone – and when he fled for Toronto, they followed – and called Buffy for help.

And here they were.

“In all likelihood, this guy’s got a nest,” Buffy said. “And I’m betting he’s not alone – he’s probably got a gang of some sort. His little lackeys. We have to be careful. I’ve dealt with guys like this before, and they’re no picnic. They plan every move – they anticipate just about everything, including us. They’re expecting someone to try and stop them – they’re just waiting for us to pounce. That’s why we’ve got to be extra careful.”

“So what can we do?” asked Vicki. She had only just met Buffy, but already she liked her. Buffy was Vicki’s type of woman – strong, smart and ready for action.

“For now,” Buffy said, glancing towards the curtain. It was beginning to take color. “For now, you take Henry home before he fries in the sunlight – and I’m gonna call for backup. We’ll reconvene tomorrow after sundown. All humans involved should get some sleep, in the meantime. Tonight, I think we’re going hunting.”

“Okay,” said Vicki, standing. Mike and Henry followed suit. Vicki reached into her pocket and pulled out a card. She handed it to Buffy. “Here’s where you can reach me, if something comes up sooner.”

Then she, Mike and Henry left.

Buffy walked to the window and pulled aside the drapes. They hadn’t left a moment too soon. Already, the sun was peaking over the horizon, a few rays reflecting off of the towering buildings of downtown Toronto. She sighed.

“I’m glad you called me,” she said to Bella and Edward. But only Edward could tell that her reason for saying so was not about the vampire attacks. She missed them. “I’m gonna go call Angel and Spike to come help us. Then I’m going to try and sleep. It’s been a long night.”

“Yes,” said Edward, thinking back on all the memories they’d dredged up and shared with their guests. “Very long, indeed.”

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