Night Slaughter of the Vampire

With a slight smile, I went to the bar to pay for my drink, only to see Howard Lee and that little vampire beauty walking arm in arm towards the exit. I silently warned myself not to meddle in others' affairs. Even if this gentleman ended up as a dried-up corpse, it would be the retribution for Eason Lee, that brute colder than a vampire. As the saying goes, the sins of the father are visited upon the son!

I placed the money on the bar counter, but the bartender gave me an eerie look. His sharp gaze swept over my neck, his eyes growing even darker. Was he upset that I didn't leave a tip? But why was he staring at my neck? Did he want to suck my blood?

The thoughts of a vampire are even harder to guess than a woman's!

Since I'm also a server, I understood his feelings. "I'm sorry, I left in a hurry and only brought enough money for the drink. I don't have any extra for a tip."