(45) Trevor Wallace – Dhampir

“Now that you know the facts of life we have to find the rest of these Vampyres and eliminate them before they get to you.”

Daniel asks, “How?”

“For starters, how did you find the one you killed?”

“The man who hired me told me where to find him.”

“Just like that? He knew where the bastard slept and clued you in? Why didn’t he kill him himself then?” I’m thinking the kid was set up. Not saying so yet.

“Not where he slept but where he sometimes went, a club downtown. It took me a while, like a week or so, but I finally tailed him to his lair.” The kid grins. Like he’s done something special.

“Who hired you?” The important question. And I’m thinking I know the answer.

“I don’t know exactly. This man found me and gave me a letter with information and instructions, and some money. He said his employer had sent him.”

Leaning back. Looking at him. Shaking my head. “Twenty to one that man was another Vampyre’s ghoul. One of the creatures wanted a rival eliminated and figured you’d be the perfect patsy.”

“Oh.” He thinks on that. Frowns. “So I do the job and his kind come after me.” He brightens up. “I could get quite a rep as a slayer if I take some of them out, since they’re hunting me.”

“Then why call me in to help you?”

“Because, well, that one was only the second one I’ve ever killed. Not that I haven’t tried but I’m not too good at finding them.”

“And you thought I could give you some on the job training. I’m honored. Not.”

“Come on Trevor, you hate them, and you’re like the best around. If you show me your tricks then that’ll be less you have to deal with, because I’ll be as good as you.”

I snort. Almost laugh. He’s such a child. But he has a point. “You’ll never be as good as me, kid. But what the hell. I’m here. I might as well teach you some things. First off, how do you know they’re even after you? Have you been attacked?”

“Yeah. Twice so far. I fought one but he got away. The other one ran when I tossed holy water on him.”

“What did I just tell you about that?”

“That it doesn’t work. But why did he run then?” Frowning again.

“Good sense of humor?” I laugh. “And unless you’re a hell of a lot smarter than you look, the one Vampyre 'escaped' because he didn’t want to kill you just yet. From what you’ve said it sounds to me like they’ve been toying with you so far.” Another thought. “Who’s you father?” He tells me. “You’re not serious.”

“Yeah. Why? Is he a someone? He’s just my dad”

“Maybe. But yeah he’s a ‘someone’. I’d give my eyeteeth to get my hands on that bastard. Sorry kid but that’s what he is. Top of the line, primo bastard Vampyre.”