[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]kariloki& karaoke club. I giggled drunkenly as I stumbled down the dimly lit
side street a few blocks away from my apartment. Wunner if there s a bathroom
around here? Those last two Long Island Iced Teas are totallykilling me.
I was easy prey: a way-over-her-limit airhead who d been on a toot with her
friends and made the rash decision to walk home alone. Or at least that s what
I wanted any nearby vamps to think. Problem was, I thought as I squinted
through my drunk s half-mast eyelids, there didn t seem tobe any nearby vamps.
I d left my apartment forty minutes ago, and my tipsy act still hadn t had any
takers.
Unless you counted the five creeps pulling up beside me in the rusted-out
pickup truck right now.
They were vamps, all right, I thought as the truck came to a rocking halt and
its occupants piled out. But my guess was that even before they d been turned,
they hadn t been shining examples of the human race. They had worn identical
expressions of violent stupidity, except for the runty speciman who d been
driving the truck. His face was ferretlike and hate-filled, and I had the
feeling that if I d been an ordinary female it would have been a toss-up as to
whether this thug decided to try to maul me or kill me.
Or both.
Scuse me, fellas. I giggled, still in my drunken-prey mode. They were
blocking the sidewalk in front of me, but as I took a wavering step,
Ferret-Vamp moved aside with mocking courtesy to let me by. I took another
step and felt myself being jerked to a stop.
I turned around, squinting owlishly. Ferret-Vamp s booted foot was placed
squarely on the torn hem of my gown. He grinned at me, showing yellowed fangs,
and I smiled uncertainly back. Uh, you re standing on my dress? I said, as
if the danger I was in still hadn t penetrated my alcoholic fog.
I guess I am, bitch, he said with soft menace. But a ripped pretty ain t
gonna be your biggest problem tonight.
He removed his dirt-caked boot and stepped back, his gaze avid with cruel
anticipation. You know the rules, boys, he said, turning away from me to his
waiting buddies. You can play, too, but she s mine in the end.
His voice seemed to reach me from a long way away. I stared transfixed at the
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muddy diamond-and-criss-cross bootprint on the diaphanous material of my
dress.
My plan had been to dispatch all but one of them, and force the survivor to
take me to his Queen. I raised my eyes to Brook s murderers, and knew I wasn t
going to stick to the plan.
The books say there are two sure ways of killing a vampire: with a stake
through the heart or by separating the head from the body.Or as Kat once said
with a delicate grimace, the neat way and the nasty way. As the four vamps
rushed me and the single stake I d whipped out of my sleeve, I did the math.
It wasn t rocket science. Two were lucky enough to go the neat way, staked
and dusted with wham, bam, thank you ma am efficiency. Two weren t. The whole
process took less than thirty seconds, and when Ferret-Vamp turned around to
see why the bitch his boys were supposed to be attacking wasn t screaming, his
eyes widened in stunned disbelief as he took in the scene.
As I d surmised, he wasn t stupid. His shocked gaze flew to me, taking in the
spatter of blood across the back of my left hand and the stake I was holding
in my right, and he turned to run.
But I was faster. My hand shot out, grabbing him by the neckline of his
T-shirt and yanking him nearly off his feet. As he twisted futilely in my
grasp, I pulled him closer and put my mouth near his ear. Ready to take me,
hell-bait? I asked in a harsh whisper. Cause I can hardlywait to take you.
Abruptly I shoved him from me, and he stumbled and fell to the sidewalk. As I
strode toward him he maneuvered himself into a sitting position and began
scooting backward, his hands and heels propelling him as his shifting gaze
looked for an opportunity to escape.
The woman you and your late buddies tortured and wired with a bomb earlier
tonight was my friend.
She was your He swallowed convulsively. Shit, you re the Crosse bitch.
I m not walkin away from this, am I?
You got that right, I said tightly. So when I tell you I want information
you re probably thinking, I give the bitch what she wants to know, I don t
give it to her, what s the diff? I jerked my head in the direction of the
four piles of ash that had been his companions. Big diff. Two of them went
easy easy for us vamps, that is. Two of them went hard.
I know what you did to them. I saw the bodies before they dusted. He
swallowed again. I don t want wood going into my heart. If I tell you what
you want to know, you promise you ll use the ax?
I frowned. What ax?
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