“Talk. Now,” Eileen spits out, leaning ever closer to Hunter’s face as she holds him against a nearby tree.

“Jeez, always so demanding. Don’t you vampires ever chill out and go with the flow?”

Unamused, Eileen presses the tip of Hunter’s own knife against his neck, causing him to flail and comply, “Okay! Okay, I’ll tell you. I got kids to go back to, alright?”

“No more screwing around then.”

“Right. Right,” he ...