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Calliope steadied her feet, gripping the stake in her hand tighter. She just had to wait for the perfect moment to strike. Too soon and she’d be dead. Too late and she’d be dead. It had to be the perfect moment or else she was dead.
“I can smell you from here,” the vampire taunted, her fangs extending from her gums. “You smell absolutely divine.”
Calliope didn’t answer. She couldn’t mess this up. She had to prove that she wasn’t a screw-up, that she could be a great hunter if they just gave her the chance. Hunters rarely got second chances as it was, but she did. She was the exception. It had to mean something.
“Let me have a taste.” The vampire’s blonde hair caught the moonlight as she moved closer.
“Please.” Calliope put a careful waver in her voice, adjusting her hold on the stake behind her back again and again. Her palms were getting sweaty. It was getting harder to keep a good grip. “I don’t want any trouble.”
“Oh neither do I.” A wide smile exposed more of the vampire’s fangs. “I just want a bite.”
She pounced forward, impossibly fast, but Calliope was faster. She let the vampire use her own force against her, holding up the stake so she’d be impaled by her own speed.
Her head tilted back, eyes widening and then glossing over, before she dropped to the ground. Calliope pulled her blood-slick stake out just before the vampire turned into ash.
A smile crossed her lips. She had done it. She’d done it all on her own, proven that the universe didn’t make a mistake when it let her survive that first monster all those years ago. She’d gotten her first kill.