I jerked my thumb in the direction of the graveyard. "Pretty sure I just saw another vampire slayer."
My three favorite heads shook disbelievingly. We were all gathered in the kitchen, a plate of apple pie and a steaming cup of coffee in front of me. After my patrol, I'd told Jacek who'd been practicing judo in the living room, and once he recovered from the shock, he'd gone to get the others.
"That's not possible." Sawyer shook his head from the seat next to mine, his black silky curls flirting with his bronzed jaw. "There's only been one slayer at a time for as long as I've been around. Probably longer."
Sawyer was almost nine hundred years old, so he should know. Still, I couldn't deny what I'd seen.
"But there was slaying of vampires, and not by me," I said.
"Another vampire, maybe?" Jacek asked from my other side.