Zara the Slayer
Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 12:41 pm
She watched his eyes widening with astonishment, as if he couldn’t believe that this little girl had withstood all his schemes of destroying her, but there was also a faint panic, like a silver lining, in his composed features, a first crack in the stronghold of arrogance that is his immortality. His lips curled, the tongue searching for the so well known taste of salty blood that couldn’t be found, and opening his mouth, showing his razor sharp fangs, shining in pure white like a mockery of their deadly deed, he hissed, almost as if spitting his anger out at her “Women shouldn’t be allowed to play around with stakes. It’s unnatural.”
“Oh, yeah?” she said, giving him a cheeky grin “Suck on this!” and ran the stake deep in his forehead, impaling him for good.
The vampire shrivelled up, quietly, without a sound, as if still captured by his disbelief that a barely 5” 5’ tall and thin as a match woman could so tremendously kick arse.
“Better stay out of the sun,” she said down to his ashes, giving them the twisted victory sign before running her shoe through them and spraying them in the mild air of spring. “’nough for one day. Anyone for pancakes?”
- excerpt from the children’s book “Zara rocks the Vampire.”
“Oh, yeah?” she said, giving him a cheeky grin “Suck on this!” and ran the stake deep in his forehead, impaling him for good.
The vampire shrivelled up, quietly, without a sound, as if still captured by his disbelief that a barely 5” 5’ tall and thin as a match woman could so tremendously kick arse.
“Better stay out of the sun,” she said down to his ashes, giving them the twisted victory sign before running her shoe through them and spraying them in the mild air of spring. “’nough for one day. Anyone for pancakes?”
- excerpt from the children’s book “Zara rocks the Vampire.”