"I don't have time for this!" the vampire said,
pulling her skirt up and searching for shoes.
A TV in the background ran the news
while she stomped frantically around the bed.
"Son of a bitch." Still reeling from the booze,
she tried hard to remember what she'd read
in that book--or was it a website instead?--
about the best methods for covering clues.
Later she glanced back from the bedroom door
like Lot's wife just before she turned to salt.
She guessed it was her own damn stupid fault
for feeding where she'd never fed before.
The bloodstained walls, the corpse spread in the buff.
"Like a mortal killer--or close enough."
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