The Trick to Catching Vampires, Part 1

“Honestly, that line is starting to get old,” commented the man in the rabbit-eared mask wrapped around his head. “I hear it every time we make a late entrance now.”

The British hero in the tan skintight spandex suit with white gloves and boots to match was the first to step into the flickering spotlight of the warehouse’s lamps.

“Only because New York’s newest alpha says it far too often,” replied the pale-skinned, pixie-haired teenager girl.

New York’s only active seer stepped into view decked in her padded red vest, black tights, and combat boots. Her custom short bow was already in her right hand too.

“Someone needs new material,” she teased.

“That someone being New York’s newest alpha, you mean?” Jackboot asked in a teasing tone.

“Yup. New York’s newest alpha.” The seer with the smoky eyeshadow around her almond-shaped amber eyes winked at Sam. “Nice suit It’s got a cool warrior vibe to it.”