7
Vesper
In the middle of the night, Vesper’s phone started blaring. She sat up, blinking into the TV-lit twilight of her bedroom, then leaned over to grope the night stand for her phone.
She’d fallen asleep watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which was her all-time favorite show. She’d seen all the episodes so many times that watching just a few minutes of Sarah Michelle Gellar kicking vampire ass felt like getting a really warm, familiar hug.
She glanced at her phone screen, which was entirely blank. Some paranormal entities seemed to somehow defy the trappings of modern technology, which was beyond annoying.
“f*****g Kith bullshit,” she muttered before she answered it. “Hello?”
“Vesper, Vesper…”
She screwed up her face for a moment, trying to identify the voice. “Jacinth?”
“Corre
