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whimpered but kept their distance. "You guys! Gross! I mean, just stop it now!
You just had, like, ten buckets of blood apiece, how could you possibly be
hungry? Bad!" She turned to Andrea and Daniel, and covered her eyes with her
hands. Her nails were beautifully French manicured, Andrea saw, and the fingers
were long and slender. No rings. "This is, like, so embarrassing. I'm not with
these fiends, you know. I mean, I'm with them, but I'm not with them with them,
y'know?"
"Sure," Daniel said, which was a relief, because Andrea was completely
mystified. It's like the woman was speaking another language. One Daniel could
understand! Thank goodness she'd brought her own interpreter.
"Like, just really gross-out, you know?"
"Totally," Daniel said.
"Thank you! Usually people don't get it, but it's justЕ yech!"
"Not to mention massively bogus 'n' stuff."
"I know!" The blonde shook her head and rested her hands on her hips. "So, what
brings you guys to Hell's Acre? In case you missed the memo, it's so totally
dangerous out here. Probably looking for a nice place to make out but this is so
not it. I hate to be a hardass, but I'm really gonna have to ask you to leave."
"Hello," Daniel muttered. It was obvious his eyes had finally adjusted to the
darkЕ while remaining oblivious of the danger. "Babe alert."
"Down boy," Andrea muttered. Louder, she said, "We'll be glad to go, miss, but
we can't just yet. We're in town forЧnever mind. Thanks for helping us. Are
these yourЕ ahЕ"
"They're mine, all right," the woman said grimly. "Unfortunately. Don't get me
started. I mean, yech! We try to keep them clean, but they're like puppiesЕ they
roll in everything."
"Sure," Andrea said, humoring the woman. Puppies. Undeniably evil puppies with
foul dispositions and the appetites of rabid, starving tigers. All righty.
"Well, thanks for calling them off. Listen, this might sound kind of weird, and
I promise we're not crazy, but we're looking for a vampire."
"Oh, yeah?" she said, totally unfazed. "Which one?"
"Well, the, uh, the queen. Of the vampires."
"Whyyyyyyyy?" the blonde whined. "I mean, you've got nothing better to do with
your time? What do you want?"
The blonde was weirdly unfazed by thisЕ maybe she was a what-do-you-call-it, a
sheep. Before Andrea could answer, Daniel was bulling in.
"Well, she's here to pay her respects n' all, and I'm here to kick the queen's
ass if she tries to do anything to my girl."
"Oh."
"Daniel!"
The blonde snickered. "Well, the queen is me, and I don't want to kick anybody's
ass."
"Don't be ridiculous," Andrea snapped, her nerves almost at the breaking point.
"You're not a vampire."
"Am, too!"
"You certainly are not."
"I am, too!"
"Oh, now just stop it! You can't be a vampire, and you certainly aren't an
all-powerful queen. For one thingЧ" Andrea pointed triumphantly. "You're wearing
a cross."