"Davidson,.MaryJanice.-.Betsy.2.-.Dead.Girls.Don't.Dance" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

"Okay, but only a minute."
"That guy was three sheets to the wind, and you drank his bloodЧyou're drunk!"
"I know you are," she said cleverly, "but what am I?"
"Great. A drunk, insanely strong vampire wandering the streets ofЧof whatever
town we're in. With me."
"Drunken," she corrected muzzily. "And I am not."
"You totally are! Does this happen a lot?"
"I thought I was high on life," she said, and giggled. "Guess I was high on
O-neg and Jack Daniel's." She laughed again, harder. It was all so stupid! And
funny! And stupid! "He was so silly! And smelly! He thought he was gonna get a
little, but instead I got a little. Ha!"
"Look, let's justЧgo back to the car, okay? This giddy, happy side of you is
kind of freaking me out. We'll get to the car and we can make it all the way to
the Cities before the sun comes up."
"No," she said.
"UhЕ what?"
"No. You shouldn't be with me. You should leave me here and drive away as fast
as you can. Put that big smelly foot to the metal."
"It's not smelly," he said, "and you're talking crazy." He reached for her arm
but she shook him off like a fly.
"Go away!" she shouted.
He didn't go away. Instead, he hurried after her. "What the hell's gotten into
you now? What's the problem?"
"JustЕ leave me alone." She weaved unsteadily down the street. The mood she was
in, if those damned streetlights didn't stop wobbling, she was knocking them all
over. So there!
"C'mon, Andy, will you come to the car already? You're totally screwing up our
plan." She felt his fingers brush her elbow and whirled on him like a cat. She
could tell from the way the color fell out of his face that all her teeth were
showing.
"Leave. Me. Alone."
He rallied quickly, she noticed grudgingly; she'd give him that much. Too dumb
to stay scared. It was endearing, yet irritating. "What's the matter with you?"
he demanded. "WellЕ I meanЕ what else is bothering you?"
"I'm no good, Daniel," she said, her anger abruptly shifting to racking sobs. "I
have to drink blood to survive, get it?" He reached for her again and this time
she let him. "I'm the worst thing there is to beЕ a vampire! Pull over at
lunchtime," she begged, "and open the trunk."
He winced away from her, horrified. "I couldn't do that, AndyЧ"
"And! Ree! Uh!" she screamed into his face.
"Okay," he said, rubbing his ear. "Now, come on. You're not bad, Andy, you're
justЧin a bad situation. Yeah. And it's so totally not your fault, it should be
a crime. In fact," he said, warming to his subject, "it was a crime! Like,
murder, anyone? You're just doing the best you can. And you said yourself you
only go after scumballs. You'reЧyou're doing a community service! Yeah, that's
it, they oughta give you a friggin' medal. NowЧnow quit crying, all right?"
"Sorry," she muttered.
"Come on. Let's get to the car. You'll feel better when we get closer to St.
Paul."
"I doubt it." Did vampires get hangovers? She was afraid she was about to find