She looked down, tapping the chopsticks on the edge of the box. “Victor … do vampires burn? Is that a true part of the mythology?”
“Yeah, they do…they definitely got that part of the mythology right. Although, it doesn’t really affect me the same way. It’s normally used to finish off vampires to ensure they don’t survive, but I learned kind of the hard way that it doesn’t really…y’know, turn me into a pile of dust.”
Her voice was very quiet, almost empty. “All you have to do is get me within sight range of him. He’ll die.” Summer laid the chopsticks down, got up, and stepped away, rubbing her arms as if she was cold.
Victor’s eyes went soft and he watched as she got up. “Hey, love, look, I don’t want to make you be responsible for his death if you’re not comfortable with that. It-it’s not pretty, it’s actually rather violent and there’s a lot of screaming…” He trailed off and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, resting his chin on her shoulder.
“He’s hurting people. And can’t be made to stop. Right?” She couldn’t help leaning into him, into the warmth of him. “Victor … this is what I do. I don’t always like it, but this is what I do.” She pulled in a deep breath. “And if we do it my way, he can’t hurt you.”