"Davidson,.MaryJanice.-.Betsy.2.-.Dead.Girls.Don't.Dance" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)about you? Did you like it? I know it's been a while and you were kind of
freaking out about itЕ Jeez, likeЧsorry," he added, seeing her flinch. "I keep forgetting." "It's not your fault. And it was wonderful. Really very wonderful. Thanks for letting me feed." "Oh, baby, if I get laid when you feed, then slap a sign on my ass and call me a buffet." She started giggling and couldn't stop. He bounded into the bathroom and she heard him yell, "Check this! All my bite marks have totally healed!" "I think there's an enzyme or something in a vampire bite," she called after him. "It promotes fast healing." "Well, Jeez, that's the coolestЧsorry." He came out, looking at her curiously. "What's it like?" "What? Watching you preen? Stupefying." "No, when I say something about GЧuh, the Big Guy. I mean, I know what it's like when something from that neighborhood touches youЧ" He shuddered. "And I never want to see it again. Or hear it! You screamed like you wereЧ" "On fire?" she suggested dryly. "But what's it like for you, just hearing the name or whatever?" "It makes me feel like throwing up," she said simply. "Like my stomach has turned inside out and I'm going to vomit or die or both. It'sЧit's awful." "Oh. Well, I'll try really really hard to curb the taking of the Big Guy's name in vain." "You won't have to worry about it much longer," she pointed out, though her stomach turned inside outЧand he hadn't even cursed!Чat the thought. "We're "No," he said stubbornly. "That wasn't the deal. I'm taking you to see this badass vampire queen, that was the deal." "Mmmmm." "Don't grunt at me, missy. And don't be thinking about ditching me, either." "Wouldn't dream of it. But Daniel, have you really considered this? Not all vampires are like me, you know." "Cripes, I hope not." He was examining his shredded clothing and scowling at her. "No, I mean it. Comparably speaking, I'm a pussycat. Most vampires are much, much worse." She shivered. "The ones that killed me, for example. Minnesota nice, my ass." "For crying out loud, Andy, did you, like, eat my jeans?" He tossed the ruined clothes toward the garbage can. "Have you ever met any? Bad vampires, I mean? Since you've been one?" "I ran into one or two while I was passing through, but they didn't have anything to do with me. I wasn't really fit for adult conversation at the time," she admitted. "Too young. One of them tried to help me but I ran away from him. He wasЕ" Terrifying. All height and dark flashing eyes and power, such a sense of power! He wore it like he wore the expensive clothes. And his eyesЕ she knew if she stayed a second longer she wouldn't be able to refuse him, so she'd fled. He'd been kind ("What is your name?") and concerned ("How old are you?") but he'd been too strong ("Stay a minute.") and she couldn't abide being near him, not for another minute, another second. And he'd let her go. She'd been as relieved as she'd been disappointed. "Anyway. Most of them are bad. And the |
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