Irresistible Demise

If you''re looking for the kind of story about a na- virgin who doesn''t like alcohol, scrunches her nose at cigarettes, or doesn''t believe vampires exist...this isn''t the story for you.

Oh, vampires? I know they exist because I had the displeasure of meeting some when I was a kid. Don''t worry, they''re all dead.

I''m not a kid anymore. I''m a red-blooded woman with a "glamorous" bartending job at a place called After Midnight, and I thought fangers were but a distant memory. Until he walked in. Tall,