Dating for Demons by Serena Robar Page A

met? You said you staked the last vampire. Do you fight vampires often?”
    It was a trick question and I didn’t want to give too much away. “Well, Psi Phi House is a sorority filled with half-blood vampires and there are many full-bloods who don’t agree with the new laws giving them equal rights and emancipation. Since they’re my friends I have been privy to an attack or two.”
    I hope that was just enough information to appease his curiosity without having to share any more details.
    “So, you’ve seen a vampire die before?”
    I thought back to the first time I watched a vampire die, the rogue who’d changed Colby. He’d tripped over me onto a picket fence and basically staked himself. It wasn’t a pretty sight: He sort of melted until there was nothing left.
    “Yes, I’ve seen it before.”
    “Was the garage different? Did it seem unusual to you?”
    I snorted at his definition of unusual parking garage behavior. When Colby and I staked those vampires it was certainly different. They seemed to be decaying before we even touched them. Vampires are Undead, but they don’t decay. They look perfectly fit. The one I staked smelled like sour milk and dissolved into foul-smelling goo. It didn’t melt away into nothingness, like the first one.
    “Yes, it was different. It smelled really gross. Like dairy gone bad and when the stake penetrated, there was a hissing sound. Like air leaving a balloon.” I looked up in realization. “Ohmigod, do you think those vampires were possessed by demons? I mean demons other than the cat ones?”
    “We’re called Sloth Demons, you silly girl, Sloth. Sheesh.”
    I made a face at the cat. Now I knew why I was a dog person.
    “How did you know they were coming? Could you smell them?” Hunter seemed very intent on what I had to say.
    I tried to remember. “Well, let me think. We first noticed them in the food court, but we almost didn’t see them at all. Then they were in the parking garage and they called out to us. Oh yeah, first they shot a crossbow bolt at us, that was nice,” I added sarcastically. “Oh God, cramps.”
    “You have cramps?” Hunter asked, confused.
    “No, I had cramps. That night. I noticed them at first in the food court, when I was eating. After that, I had them again, right before the bolt. I doubled over from the pain and the bolt just missed us.”
    I looked at Hunter for answers. What did this mean, anyway?
    “Well, you’re in luck, Hunter. It seems you’ve found yourself a cute little Huntress.” The cat looked smugly over his shoulder, his tail swaying left and right.
    Did he just call me a Huntress? I couldn’t be a Demon Slayer. I just couldn’t.
    “I am so not a Huntress or Demon Slayer or whatever,” I told them both. “There’s no way.”
    “No one is saying you’re a Demon Slayer.” Hunter glared at the cat and tried to calm me down.
    “Oh, but he is saying that, aren’t you?” I directed my freaking out at the cat.
    “Pretty much,” he replied.
    I jumped up and started pacing back and forth. “Oh no. No way. You’re trying to trick me into revealing who the Protector is. I’m not going to do it. She’s harmless!”
    I was officially freaked now. I thought I might even throw in some hyperventilating, just for the heck of it.
    “Damn it, Mr. Whiskers, why are you here anyway?” Hunter snapped, having completely lost control of the situation.
    “Why, I have news, of course,” the cat purred. “Barnaby is on the move.”
    I wasn’t sure why Barnaby being on the move would be such major news to Hunter, but it was. I, however, was dealing with my own little crisis of possibly being a Demon Slayer so that kind of consumed my thoughts as Hunter interrogated the cat.
    “Tell me everything,” Hunter demanded.
    “Not much to tell. I heard Barnaby made a little visit to your world today, via an unconscious mind. I don’t know whose, but he must be getting ready for the full jump if he’s making