CAFÉ: Lyndsay Kills Jerry

After seeing the dead robber rise from the floor, Jerry had enough sense to get out of there and that's exactly what he did. He moved through the maze that was his kitchen and all the way back to the delivery entrance. As he fumbled with the lock to open the door, he heard a growling noise coming from behind him. He turned around and saw Lyndsay, who (up until a few minutes earlier) was an easy-going waitress who loved people. Now she was a vampire who loved to *eat* people (or rather suck their blood). "Going somewhere?" Lyndsay asked, in a raspy voice. "Get away from me!" Jerry yelled, glancing to his left and seeing a cleaver lying on the counter. If he could only grab it, he'd have a chance. "I'd rather *die* than become a filthy thing like you." "As you wish," Lyndsay growled. Then, with lightning speed, she grabbed the cleaver that Jerry was eying and cut his head off with one slash. Even vampires needed heads. Jerry would stay dead. Lyndsay bent down and drank the blood spraying out of Jerry's decapitated body, as if it were a drinking fountain. The more time she spent as a vampire, the more she loved the taste of human blood. And the more she *wanted*.