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

after a meal, nor the first big city she'd visited. Always a visitor, never a
resident.
One thing remained the same, of course: it was dark. Dawn was comingЧshe could
feel the sun, her enemy, slipping up over the horizon. She would have to leave
soon.
She hadn't felt anything but artificial light on her face in a long, long time.
And now, of course, if she ever did feel the sun, it would be the last thing she
felt.
Like that was a bad thing.
There were nights when it was tempting to stay on the beach, watch the sun come
up, die in fire and light and blazing agony, be done, be over, be still.
Be deadЕ for real.
At her feet, her supper gasped and thrashed and finally passed out. He was big
and dark and strongЧhad been strongЧbut she'd had no trouble taking him. His
kind went easy. They never thought the rabbit would turn into a fox; certainly
not before their very eyes. And even a fox didn't have teeth as long and as
sharp as hers.
She preferred to take men. She especially preferred men who bullied women. Cut
him from the herd, take him, and quiet that thirst inside her, that constant,
never-ending, hellish, unbeatable thirst.
Still, it was time to go. Her supper would recover and go home and not remember
a thing. She would find another meal tomorrow. At least she wasn't such a
mindless, insatiable newborn anymore. At least she could remember something
beyond the thirst.
Yes, time to go.
But still she lingered, and wept dry tears, and stared out at the water, and
wished she were dead. For real, this time.



Chapter 1

л ^ ╗
ANDREA sat up and coughed out a lungful of sand. The man crouched beside her
scrambled up and away, as if she hadЧimagine it!Чcome to life.
"Holy shit!" he cried. "I thought you were a corpse!"
She coughed out more sand, cursing herself. She'd been so moody last night,
instead of finding a decent alley to skulk in or a flophouse to cower in, she'd
just burrowed into the beach sand like a big old worm, and waited for sunset.
Except this idiot found her before she could rise.
"DidЧ" Cough, hack. "Чyou callЧ" Hack-hack. "Чanybody?"
"Well, yeah," he said, sounding weirdly apologetic. "I mean, I was running down
the beach hereЧI've just gotta get down to two-twenty-five, y'know, and lay off
the Cheez E BratsЧanyway, I was running and tripped over something, and I
thought it was a piece of driftwood but it was your foot, so I started to unbury
you and then I couldn't find a pulse so I called the cops on my cell phone. You
didn't look, y'know, grody or anything. In fact, for a corpse, you looked pretty
good."
He's an idiot. Perfect. She finished coughing. It was amazingЧeven if you didn't
have to breathe, sand got everywhere. Every time she moved, more of it trickled