I was walking in a cemetery. Alone. At night. Typical teenage girl stuff, right? If you said yes, then I would really consider your social life. Seriously. Anyway, I’ve never been a typical girl ever. See, my life was laid out for me when I was born. I am a Slayer. The chosen slayer of vampires and other things that go bump in the night. That was my basic job description. Did it pay well? Nope. Was it fulfilling? Most of the time.
My phone began to ring.
“Talk to me,” I muttered looking around for any vamps trying to get away.