Ghost Stories - Widow Maker, Continued

“I need a favor,” she began, her eyes not leaving Vincent’s face.  “In exchange for this, of course,” she tacked on, holding up the wallet as she spoke, tempting the donkey with the carrot.

 

“Favor?  Explain.  I haven’t a lot of time.”  Vincent ground out, his voice sounding as though it had been crafted from the steel of the city.

“I know.  Sunrise is soon,” she eased out thoughtfully.  “I’ll make it quick, then.  Your wallet in exchange for making me a widow.”

 

Vincent narrowed his dark eyes at her, a bit taken aback.  For the first time in his current form - a Vampire, he was actually being asked to kill.

 

She shook her head, her long black locks flying about her.  “He’s not fun anymore.  I need a new playmate, someone younger, smarter, and richer.  Sits around, drinks beer, complains about dogs.”

 

“Dogs?” Vincent echoed, feeling a bit redundant.

 

“Um.  Have 12 of them, an even dozen,” the vixen giggled.  “And he complains about their barking, when in fact, that is all that he does!  Bark, bark, bark.  Complain, complain, complain!  Worthless!  A worthless fool!”  She paused from her delirium, then eased out in a kinder voice, “Nonetheless, simply kill him in return for your wallet.”

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