By the light of the full moon, Iwamatsu practiced with his blade. He had time. There was no way the kings of both the vampires and the werewolves would learn his name and perform the ritual of ghost destruction on the same night.
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Sir Stabby’s knighting ceremony had run late. As the newly-knighted townie walked home, it was far too dark for his taste. And to make matters worse, he was sure he could hear a second set of footsteps. But when he stopped, they stopped. And when he looked back… darkness.
…Just to be safe, he ducked into a dark alley.
…Only now, the echoing sound of footsteps was clearer than ever. Stabby stopped. They didn’t.
Click. Click. Click.
Stabby looked back. Nothing. The footsteps stopped. He drew a sigh of relief, and continued walking.
…Straight into the hooded, smiling figure of a vampire.
Oh.