She was so beautiful I couldn't hold her gaze. My eyes dropped to the cracked, yellowed tiles on the floor."I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I have no idea what you're talking about."I kept washing my hands-even though they were already clean. I was drunk, frightened, and completely unsure of what to do next.Then I heard her footsteps.They were slow. Deliberate.I looked up through the mirror. She was right behind me now. Close enough that I could feel her breath on my back.I froze.Her hands reached forward and pressed against my chest."Whoa-what's going on?" I said, staggering a step sideways.She didn't move her hands. Instead, she stepped even closer."What are you doing?" I asked, my voice shaking."Your heart," she said, her eyes fixed on my chest. "It's beating very fast."She smiled faintly. "You have a good heart. Strong. Healthy."Then she looked up at me and chuckled softly."You might just get your wish after all."She smirked.Time seemed to stop as our eyes locked.The

I got home, locked the door, and crawled under the sheets without even changing my clothes. Sleep refused to come. I kept tossing and turning, my mind trapped on one thing—the girl. The girl from the bathroom.Who was she?Did she bite me?Was she a vampire?Vampires weren't real… were they?Yet there was something about her that didn't feel natural. Her skin, her face—too perfect, too pale. She looked young, no more than twenty-five, but there was an age behind her eyes, something ancient. I shut my eyes tightly and tried to remember what happened in the bathroom.At first, only flashes came.I was on the floor.There was pressure on my chest—tight, crushing.Her hand… her hand was beside mine.Was she whispering something to me?No.She was feeding on me.The memory snapped into place. I had been barely conscious, but now I remembered. When she was done, she sat up and wiped her mouth, calm and unbothered. Then she—I couldn't remember anything after that.I got out of bed and walke

Inside, we took our seats. An elderly woman came to take our orders. The girl asked for a bottle of 5 Alive. Juliet and I ordered two Smirnoffs.As we sat there, she spoke passionately about Jesus—about love, sacrifice, and salvation. About the second coming and heaven.I heard none of it.All I could see was her neck.I couldn't hold back much longer.Juliet noticed and decided to act."I'm sorry to interrupt," she said kindly, "but what's your name?""Sarah," the girl replied."Well, Sarah," Juliet said, standing, "would you mind escorting me to the bathroom? I don't really like going alone.""Sure," Sarah said without hesitation.They walked toward the far end of the bar. Just before they turned the corner, Juliet glanced back at me—just for a second.That was my signal.I waited a full minute, then made my way to the women's bathroom. I pushed the door open abruptly.They were both inside.Sarah gasped in shock.Before she could say a word, I moved.In a blur of speed that wasn't

I arrived at the hotel and stepped into the lobby. It was mostly empty—just a few late-night guests wandering about, murmuring quietly, and a pair of female receptionists behind the desk. The faint hum of the air conditioner and the soft flicker of the lobby lights made the place feel unreal—too quiet, almost sterile, as if the city outside didn’t exist."Where is the one who was here before?" I asked, my voice low but edged with curiosity."If you mean Chinedu," one of them replied, her tone clipped, "his shift is over.""Okay." I nodded once, taking in the polished marble floor and the faint scent of disinfectant mixed with luxury air fresheners. "Is everything taken care of?""Yes, ma'am," she said carefully. "Everything… has been taken care of."I gave another polite nod, forcing a smile, and began to turn away—but stopped mid-step."Did either of you see my guest leave? Or did he come downstairs at any point?"The two women exchanged a subtle glance."Not that we noticed," one fi

"Haven't you had enough already?" I said sharply.Tunde was still feeding—locked onto the last surviving man, who barely had the strength left to struggle. At my voice, Tunde finally pulled away. He straightened, wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, and exhaled slowly, like someone coming out of a trance."So," he said calmly, "what do we do about the mess?"I stared at him. "You should've thought of that before you ripped them apart. Besides, we're in the middle of nowhere. I doubt the hunters will bother with this."He glanced down at the bodies. "So we just leave?""We take the car," I said, nodding toward it. "It looks decent enough. Can it get us to Ibadan?"Tunde circled the vehicle once, assessing it like a predator sizing up prey. "Toyota Camry," he said. "It'll do the job.""Great," I replied, already moving toward the passenger seat. "You're driving."I climbed in, but Tunde remained outside, standing still, staring at what was left of the men. I leaned