El Dominio

I woke on a bed, which was a good sign. The fact that it was a comfy pillow top meant that I had what was probably the most comfortable sleep since splitting from The Asshole. It was so comfortable, in fact, that I nearly threw the ringing phone that had aroused me. Instead, I slid the accept call icon.

“Ugh, hello?”

A smooth Spanish-accented voice responded, “Hello, Miss. I'm afraid that I do not know your name, but you can call me Señor Dalí.”

Since it was entirely possible that this was a ploy and he already had my driver's license courtesy of El Sabueso, I replied, “I'm Alex.”

“Hello, Miss Alex. I'm calling to inquire about your condition.”

“My condition?” I parrotted.

{If ateSelena==true}“Your demonstration at the auction confirmed your status as a dangerous predator.”

The memory of what I'd done came rushing back. The emptiness in the pit of my stomach was matched by a surge of adrenaline through my veins.{else}You were touted as a dangerous and powerful vampire.

{endif}I gulped. Then, I kicked my brain into gear and asked, “What do you want with a vampire?”

“Ah, you see, I have a task for you; there's someone I want you to kill.”