Rain pattered against the stones and soaked the ground outside the family crypt Jacob found himself in.
As he watched the water pool, he couldn’t help wondering where he’d gone wrong in life. He couldn’t imagine pissing off anyone — God or someone in a past life — enough to warrant being a snack.
I should’ve tried my luck with those cheerleaders.
“Ready to feed, lover?” his new mistress purred, stretching as she stood.
“On what? Drowned rats?”
“How about on those cheerleaders you’re so interested in? Just a taste, now. I don’t want you developing too strong a taste for others.”