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out. "Thanks for listening to my hysterical ravings."
"Aw, that's okay. It's kind of nice to hear you raise your voice once in a
while. You're a pretty cool customer, y'know?"
"I used to think so." She sighed, fell into step beside him, and made a
conscious effort not to rest her head on his shoulder.
They found his Intrepid and climbed into it. When she refused to buckle her seat
belt ("Honestly, Daniel, what could possibly happen to me?") he leaned across
her and belted her in. His chest pressed briefly against her shoulder, and his
breath, redolent of spearmint gum, tickled her ear.
"So!" he said cheerfully, starting the car and playfully racing the engine.
"We're off to see the Wizard! I figure we got about seven hours of darkness
left. Plenty of time."
"That's true," she said, cheering up. "I'll see the new vampire queen soon, so I
probably won't have to worry about anything much longer."
"What are you talking about?" He pulled into traffic after checking blind spots
she didn't know existed. For a happy-go-lucky laid-back type, he was fanatically
careful behind the wheel. "Won't worry about what?"
"Well, the new queen probably won't want any baby vampires around."
"Baby vamЧwhat does that mean?"
She was momentarily surprised, then remembered he really didn't know anything at
all. "Sorry, I thought you knew. She'll kill me, of course. All the young ones.
I mean, we're not much use to her, and it's a great way to get her point across.
So I'm dead meat. Again," she added cheerfully.
He nearly drove into the stoplight. "What?"
"It's not like killing a real person," she said, trying to soothe him. She
should have guessed he'd take power-killing entirely the wrong way. "I've
already got a death certificate, remember." She rubbed her hands together in
anticipation. "Yep, she'll take one look at me and know I'm useless to her
andЧglllllkkkkkk!" She drew her finger across her throat. "Sayonara,
sweetheart."
"Jesus Christ!" Daniel yelled, which nearly made her throw up. "Are you insane?
You're taking a trip to see a vampire who you're pretty sure is gonna kill you?"
He slammed on the brakes. In fact, he stood on them. The car shrieked like a cat
and the cords stood out on his neck as he wrestled with the wheel. Her breath
was cut off (big deal) as the seat belt locked. Hmm. Maybe it was a good thing
he'd belted her inЕ otherwise she'd probably be skimming the road like a
tiddledywink about now.
"For crying out loud," she said when the car had shuddered to a smoking stop.
"What is your problem?"
"My problem? MyЧwell, forget that shit! No way am I driving you to your own
murder! I'm turning this car around right now and we're going back to Chicago."
"Oh, for the loveЕ" She put a hand over her eyes.
"Yeah, you heard me." He twisted in his seat, glared through the rear window,
then slammed the car in reverse. "Look, Andy, I'm real sorry you hate your life
right now, but I think you're a super chick, and I'm not driving you to be some
damn vampire queen's hors doover!"
"It's pronounced," she said gently, "hors d'oeuvre."
"I give a shit!"
"That's fine," she said, "but I guess I'll just have to steal a carЧit's not
difficult, I assure youЧand go myself. Alone."