My slayer beast mode switched on, but still, the hairs along the back of my neck spiked as I stepped off the porch. Nights lately came fast and cold as fall hurtled itself toward winter. I shivered myself farther into my leather jacket, already missing the warmth I'd just left.
Hiking up my duffel bag and gripping the night's necessary tools tighter, I set off toward the graveyard next door. It wasn't every day I headed there with a shovel and a blowtorch, but these were interesting times. More so than usual anyway. And that was really saying something since I was the vampire slayer.
The cemetery's grounds man, Tim, had lost his life to Paul just a few a days ago, a fact that would never stop weighing on my conscience. Since then, someone else - sent by Podunk City, I guessed - had bee
