Vampire Lilith always looked up to her dad's friend, a former vampire hunter. Now, she has a chance to not only work under him, but possibly work under him.
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A young woman with soft gray skin entered the private office of a well-known P.I. Her bright, sharp red eyes bounced curiously around her surroundings. Her full, dark gray lips parted as she drew air for a nervous gasp. She wore a black and red dress and a tight corset with bulging cleavage enhanced by the scent of lavender.
The grizzled detective behind the desk, who had his legs propped up, was a silver fox with groomed salt and pepper hair and a smooth face. Beneath his coat were firm muscles capable of handling any brawl. The smell of smoke stained his very being, further masking the man in mystery.
"Come on," Mr. Knight said, his voice deep and scarred. "If you get nervous now, it's going to be a rough time."
"I'm Lilith Valentine, sir."
Knight rose and stepped to Lilith. "You have your father's eyes. Are you a neovamp?"
"Yes, sir. I was born, not turned." Knight's nose neared Lilith's. "I-Is that a problem?"
Knight popped up a brow. "Not at all. Just surprised Dracos got with a human. Let's jump right into it. Remove your clothing."
Lilith became immediately hot. "What?"
"You stand out too much wearing that. What are you: early twenties?"
"Yes, sir."
"Check the closet right 'round the corner. My daughter washed her clothing and never took them back," Knight grumbled.
Lilith swapped her dress for casual wear, nearly wanting to explode. Her nearly bare body was feet away from the legendary vampire hunter Damien Knight. Before getting too heated she emerged in a cute skirt and V-neck, rejoining the hunk she coveted in her youth.
"I'm ready, Mr. Knight. Teach me everything you know," Lilith requested suggestively.
"We're watching this man." Knight handed her several photographs. "Wife thinks he's cheating. I want you to take notes, listen, and learn."
"Yes, Mr. Knight."
***
The two sat in Knight's car outside an apartment building that the target had entered. The radio was so low the song was unidentifiable even to Lilith's superhuman ears.
"Tell me about yourself, Lilith," Knight requested, lighting a cigarette. "What did you do before wanting to become a P.I.?"
"If we're speaking casually, sir—"
"We are. I despise your father's stuffiness and rather it not be a genetic trait."
Lilith smirked. "Well, I grew up around vamps, save for my mother. Was a bit of a loner. Nobody liked me because I was a neovamp..."
