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

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" THIS place is so totally creepy," Daniel commented, his hand firmly in the
center of her back as they moved through the ankle-high grass of the lawn. "I
feel like Shaggy on Scooby-Doo."
"The resemblance," she agreed, "is remarkable."
"Man, if you hadn't told me a ton of badass vampires lived here, I'd have
totally figured it out on my own."
"Sure you would have. Stay close."
"Don't worry, Andy. Anything comes shooting out of the dark, I'll kick their
ass."
"Don't call me that. And if anything comes out of the dark, you get down and you
stay down and you let me handle it, do you understand?"
"Sure. Not too lame," he muttered.
She could hear a chain-link fence rattling and, after a moment's effort, could
see it, barely illuminated by the cold sliver of the moon. "There. That way."
"What way?" he complained, stumbling beside her. "It's darker than a woodchuck's
asshole out here."
"Never mind. I can see."
"What, you've got flashlights for eyes now? Is that, like, a vampire power?"
"Daniel, hush up." To her left, she heard a low, feral growl, and stopped
suddenly. Another to her right.
"What?" His voice seemed very loud in the night air; booming. "What's the
matter? Change your mind? Because we could be back in Chicago inЧ"
"Shhhhh."
Another, flanking themЕ no, two of them. No, three. Shit. She didn't worry for
herselfЧwhat did she care if she was ripped to pieces? But Daniel was easy meat.
She wasn't about to stand and watch one of these things eat his dear face.
She heard them coil to charge and jerked him behind her ("Hey!") and got ready.
She felt her fangs come out; part of her was always ready for a fight, welcomed
a fight, and that was the true tragedy of her condition.
She could see their attackers now, scrambling toward them on all fours, but they
weren't wild dogs, as she had first thought. Or even wolves. They were too big,
too long-limbed, tooЕ pale?
They wereЕ they were people.
She could smell their breath; old blood, and death. She could see their eyes;
devil's eyes, all black, like pits, but far down, sullen red lightЕ their
pupils? Their pupils were red? She could see their furЧhair, ratherЧlong and
falling to their shoulders in greasy clots. She couldЧ
"Hey! Stop! Quit it, you guys! Bad fiends. Baaaaaaad fiends!"
Blinking, she saw a tall blond woman stumbling after theЧthe whatever-they-were.
The woman's progress was impeded by her footgearЕ ridiculously high heels in
electric blue, with white toes. She was wearing a black skirt and a black
double-breasted jacket, sleeveless. Her arms were slender; the wrists tiny,
barely two inches across. Odd, on such a tall woman. Her hair was light blond
and curled under at the ends, framing an attractive face with high cheekbones.
Her eyes were bright green. Andrea had never seen such green eyes before.
There was a gold cross nestled in the hollow of the woman's throat; it made her
slightly sick to look at it.
Perhaps oddest of all: the things were listening to the woman.
"Bad, bad, bad!" she was saying as she neared them. The things cowered and