All Accounts Settled: Fred the Vampire Accountant #9 by Drew Hayes 
Series: Fred the Vampire Accountant #9
Published by Independently Published on October 30th 2025
Genres: Paranormal/Urban Fantasy
Pages: 374
Format: eBook
Source: Amazon
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A moment of silence for the last Fred story…I will miss him.
Admittedly, people look at me weirdly when I try and spout my love for Fred, the Vampire Accountant. The premise sounds odd and rather lackluster. But from the first story of the accounting nerd, turned vampire…but still a nerd, this series resonated with me for the simple fact that I imagine that I too, if found transformed into a vampire, would still be my boring, nerdy self but now with infinite time to read all the books.
Throughout the Nine stories in this series, Frederick Frankford Fletcher has stayed true to himself the nerdy accountant who uses logic and communication to solve life’s problems. No one in the parahuman community really even likes vampires let alone trust them but Fred has come to be a good friend and leader to other vampires, fae, therians, and various mages. He even has earned the respect of a powerful dragon known as The King of the West. We learned at the beginning of the series that Fred’s maker, Quinn, had attacked the meek and quiet accountant and abandoned him upon his turning, hoping that Fred would go on a murder rampage once he had these tremendous vampire strengths and urges. But Fred figured out a way to survive vampirism and continue his quiet life as an accountant, actually expanding his business to cover parahumans who aren’t especially good with keeping tax records.
Since then Fred and his friends have survived attacks by other vampire houses and unfortunately many continued attacks by his maker, Quinn. Fred has always managed to find a non-deadly way to survive any clash with the other parahumans. Something a vampire has never before bothered to even try when their strength and their numbers usually make it easy for them to overpower their opponents with deadly force.
In the prior story, Fred was teaching at a parahuman college and Quinn was attacking Fred’s students. Knowing vampires can absorb “gifts” from the blood of parahumans, his students each give a donation of blood so that Fred could fight off Quinn and keep them safe.
In this final story, Fred will have his final showdown with his maker but not before we learn why Fred is still able to still channel the strengths given to him at that last battle. Most blood gifts dissipate after a few days or weeks but Fred’s blood gifts are still going strong a year later and the vampire Blood Council wants to know why. Fred will get some answers from the oddest of people when he meets “the first vampire.”
Fred might be benefitting from extra gifts but he will still need the strength of all his friends behind him if he will succeed in finally besting Quinn.
I usually choose audiobooks since Kirby Heyborne first drew me in with a perfect presentation of the mild-mannered vampire accountant (and recently re-listened under the Graphic Audio release), neither of these were available yet and I had to read this for myself but of course, the voices in my head matched the audiobook version exactly.
I was surprised when I saw this book out since I hadn’t checked in with the author’s website in awhile and while I was so happy to stumble upon All Accounts Settled, but I am so sad that any further time with Fred and the gang will be in a re-read.
Favorite Scene:
Gregor surged ahead, positioning himself directly in front of me.
It seemed a bit of overkill for a meeting with Lillian, but I wasn’t going to chide the man for doing his job well. Opening another door at the back, my senses were once again suddenly struck, though this time it wasn’t music that got my hackles up.
Wafting through the door came the unmistakable stink of silver.
“Get on the fucking ground right now!”
The sight before me was so strange and unexpected, it honestly took me a moment to parse what I was seeing. Three men in ski-masks were holding silver weapons: one held a dagger, one brandished a fork that had clearly come from a cutlery set, while the third was holding a silver sickle. Where he’d found a silver sickle, or who would have commissioned such a thing, I couldn’t even begin to fathom, yet there it was, clutched tightly in his hand.
On the floor were three more figures: Lillian was on her knees, glowering at the trio of robbers. The owner of the Way Between, a fellow I’d met named Percifor, was slowly moving stacks of cash from a small safe in his floor to a duffel bag. As for the final person down low, that would be another ski-masked figure who was collapsed near Lillian, a steady trickle of blood soaking into the mask from a dent in his skull.
It seemed they hadn’t pulled those silver weapons quite fast enough. Lillian was quick and capable, yet I was still impressed she’d managed to bring one of these four down with so much silver present. Being near it was enough to sicken most parahumans; the touch of the stuff was so painful that vampires often seized up entirely.
As I was taking in the room, one final detail did catch my eye. A wound on Lillian’s arm, one that should have healed over already, unless it had been inflicted by silver. That sight explained why she’d stopped at one robber, as well as removed any hesitation I might feel about neutralizing the situation.
Patient as I strove to be, Lillian was part of my clan. My family. To see her so casually wounded…these three were not simply walking away with their ill-gotten gains after such a slight.
“I said on the fucking ground!” The one holding the sickle had been yelling, waving it around like a magic talisman.
“These ones ain’t acting weird around the silver! What if they’re human?” That bit of observation came form the fellow brandishing a silver fork.
Sickle seemed to consider the idea before yanking a handgun out of his back pocket. “Then this should get the message across. Ground. Now. And take your wallets out while you’re at it.”
In most enclosed spaces, the drawing of firearms would signify the end of an altercation. Even knowing Gregor and I would be unbothered by such an attack, there were by-standers to consider. Luckily enough, Lillian was a vampire as well, and Percifor was some sort of therian, though I had no insight on what type. Although a large enough caliber might give him trouble, the handgun wouldn’t have nearly enough stopping power.
“Gregor, please disarm these men.”
I didn’t have a chance to parse my wording before Gregor had wrapped his entire beefy right hand around Sickle’s gun, while his left closed on the same arm’s elbow. The violent crack of a cleanly snapping bone set my teeth on edge as the gun clattered to the ground.
Perhaps I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed Lillian’s injury.
“Of their weapons, Gregor. Disarm them of their weapons.”
Always sad when a loved series ends.