‘Stupid, hot vampire…’ Jessie muttered to herself as she sharpened another stake. She had quite the pile already but she told herself one could never be too prepared when hunting the undead. Even if it was midday and the vampire in question was tucked away in his coffin, unable to put up much of a fight.
In reality, she needed the ritual of sharpening the stakes far more than she needed the stakes themselves. Because she did this roughly once per fortnight. Got mad, sharpened a bunch of stakes and headed to his not so secret daytime resting place at the edge of his estate with every intention of ending him. Permanently. But then she would look at his stupid, perfect, stupid, beautiful face and the plan would unravel every single time.
She would never mention it to any of the other hunters. It was way too embarrassing but just the thought of witnessing that perfection crumbling to dust always held her back. Even though he was, hands down, the most infuriating person or entity she had ever met.
And so, like every other time, she'd probably just end up driving the stake through one of his precious paintings instead. It was the least she could do.
I meant to post this on time but I really couldn't put it all together in time. It was so close to completion though that I made up my mind to post it anyway, just on my blog instead.
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