I gripped my stake, still in my non-dominant hand, my other one still bleeding, and got the kill shot my first try.
"Why have a discussion now? Why not last night?" I asked, wiping the bottoms of my boots on a dry patch of grass.
He pointed right, to another incoming vampire, whom I quickly dispatched.
"Your pointing isn't answering any of my questions," I shot at him.
His head-to-toe black leather creaked as he studied me from inside his deep hood. "I'm following a trail set by those who chose you as the slayer."
I looked at him sharply. "You better start explaining yourself, leaving no details out. You hear me?"
"Yes." His voice hissed with annoyance, which bristled mine even more. "Loud and clear. I'm definitely not a slayer." With a sweep of an arm, he revealed his head fro
