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“Only if you’re man enough, blood boy.” She hopped off my desk just as Dan brought over a cup of coffee. She glared at him and licked her obsidian lips. “I only drink from wells of despair or fountains of youth, bub. Nice try.” Then she snapped at me. “I’m in the car. Bring the fangs.”
Episode 4: Graves
“How did you know which car was mine?” I asked as I approached the strangeling. I inched her away from it, so she didn’t accidentally brush against the paint.
She scowled. “That one’s obviously Keif’s.” She pointed to a brandless sedan with gray paint and a pine tree air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror.”Unnaturally boring.” Then she turned. “That one’s for spending company money on bagels.” She gestured to a burgundy minivan. Then she circled around to the passenger of my vehicle. “Aston Martins are for pretty boys with death wishes.”
“You have no idea, my dear.”
“What color is this?” She squinted at my paint job. “It looks...made up.”
“Midscream black. And actually...yes, I designed it. They gave me a hard time about the saturation since that level of black does not exist in the natural order, but...by the end of our negotiations they knelt before me trembling.” I shrugged. “Worth it for a color like that.”
“Are you going to let me in?”
“I suppose I will.”
I opened the door for her—habit since I am generally polite to those I am about to remove from their plane of existence—and then went around to the driver’s seat.
“So...where are you taking me to eat?”
“To eat you? I have a few ideas.”
“What? No, not me.” She tossed her black hair and adjusted the air conditioning to the coldest setting. “Not yet.”
“You do know...I am being literal. Yes?”
She blinked thick dark lashes at me. “Consent is important for vamp types, isn’t it?”
“I’m not a vamp type.” I started the engine and peeled out of the soggy LoveBubble parking lot. “I am an actual—”
“If you take me to Applebee’s, we’re getting a divorce.”
“What’s Applebee’s?”
“Good.”
“I know a place humans don’t like to eat. I can take you there.”
“Will there be food?”
“No. But you can feast on your own starvation if you wish.” I braced myself for the fear, the shriek, the attempt to jump out of the moving vehicle to escape me.
She leaned back in her seat. “You’re fun.”
I pulled the car over on the side of the road, automobiles honking and drivers waving as they swerved around me. This is the absolute worst town in existence.
“Why are we stopping? Is this it?” She jabbed her thumb toward the pawn shop at her right. “This can’t be it.”
“Get out.”
“What? Why?”
“I know what this is.”
She looked around, confused. “That makes one of us.”
“Who sent you? Sasha? Dimitri?”
