MicroHorror

Rex Miles looked into the cold, black eyes of Kali Valentine. A sly, devilish smile crossed his lips as Kali walked seductively towards him wearing a skin-tight red leather dress.

“Mr. Miles, I know all about you.” Kali’s voice was heaven with a hint of sexual desire. “You’re an assassin with a hundred-percent success rate.”

“What can I say?” Rex shrugged his massive shoulders. “I’m good at my job.”

Kali smiled widely, exposing her long, bright white fangs. “But you can’t kill me,” she teased, running her pink tongue over her teeth. “I’m already dead.”

Rex crossed his arms. “True. I can’t kill you in a conventional way, but I can destroy you.”

“With what?” Kali asked, running a hand through her raven hair. “A wooden stake? Some holy water? Chopping my pretty little head off? Or are we going to wait here until the morning for the sunlight?”

“Look around,” Rex said. “We’re in a windowless room. With only one door and I’ve got the key.”

Kali looked around. The large room was completely empty. “Then I guess this’ll be your last job, Mr. Miles.” she said, leaning into Rex’s neck. Her nostrils flared and she jumped back quickly. “That smell!” she exclaimed, her chest heaving up and down fighting for fresh air. “I hate garlic!”

“I know,” Rex said. “That’s why I took a bath in it.” He paused, and watched Kali’s beautiful face turn crimson-red with anger. “I knew we’d be locked up in this room for a while,” he added, “and I didn’t want you taking a bite out of me.”

“So that’s your plan, Mr. Miles, starve me to death?”

Rex shook his head. “No,” he stated. “I plan on feeding you… with this.” And pulled a small surgical bag filled with reddish-black blood out of his inner coat pocket.

Kali’s eyes flew open. “Mmm,” she moaned, licking her full red lips. “Hand it here.”

Rex threw Kali the bag. She grasped it, and sniffed the bag as though it was a freshly baked cake. She smiled wide, then paused and asked, “What did you put in it?” she cocked her eyebrows. “Garlic? Holy water?”

“I didn’t put nothing in it,” Rex answered. “It’s zombie blood.”

Kali laughed. “Zombie blood?!” she cried. “What good will that do you?”

Rex pulled out a black .357 magnum. “I figure that when you get hungry enough, you’ll drink it, then you’ll turn into a zombie.” He paused, and put six bullets in the chamber. “Then I’ll blow your fucking head off.” He gazed at Kali and smiled with the grace of a politician.

Kali dropped the bag, and charged at Rex. But when she touched him, her fingers burned as though she’d laid her hands on a hot stove. She screamed as the smell of burning flesh filled the room.

“You bastard!” Kali hissed through gritted teeth. “Why don’t you go ahead and kill me?”

Rex took a moment to ponder the thought. “Well, business has been very slow,” he began, “and I do enjoy my job very much. So, when I do get a job, I take my time. A cat-and-mouse kind of thing.”

Kali gnawed at her lip. “Damn you, Rex Miles.”

“Sorry,” Rex offered, “but a job’s a job.”

Seven hours later…

Kali’s stomach began to growl. She craved blood. She needed blood. She grabbed the bag of zombie blood and sank her fangs into it. She let out a sensual moan as the blood ran down her chin.

Rex cocked the hammer back on his .357 magnum. He watched and waited for Kali to change.

Kali breathed deeply, licking her lips. Then her eyes began to fade from black to charcoal-gray. Her breathing stopped. She let out a low growl followed by an unholy howl.

Rex took aim. “The problem with women vampires,” he said, pulling the trigger, “is that you get paid so little to kill them.”

• Copyright: © 2009 Chad Case