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

"Cucumber?"
"Yech, I hate cucumbers. You're as cool as a chilly tomato. Anyway, I'm happy to
take you back to the Cities, but you were gonna tell me about how you got
vampired, don't forget now."
"Telling you how I got turned won't even get us out of the city."
"Well, then I'll tell you everything I've been up to."
"Swell," she mumbled. Then, louder, "All right. A deal is a deal. I was working
lateЧthis was my internship at KPMG. And I got grabbed while I was in the
parking rampЧthe big one on Marquette?"
"Sure, I know it. I park there when there's no parking at the Target Center, you
know, if there's a game or something."
"Terrific. We have more and more in common all the time. Anyway, it turns out it
was the three hundred fiftieth year of NostroЧhe was like the vampire
kingЧanyway, it was the anniversary of his reign. Very big deal. And because he
was a dramatic fuck, he had his underlings kidnap a bunch of women and made us
part of his ceremony. AndЧand a bunch of vampires sort ofЧsort of pounced on us
all at once. HeЧtheyЧkept us for days. Then they threw us away when they were
done with us. The other girls died. But I caught the infection, and rose."
Nobody around; the moon high. SmellsЕ rotting meat, fresh earth. The moon, so
bright. So thirsty. Climbing over dead girls, so thirsty. It didn't matter what
happened; didn't matter where she was, who she was; only the thirst mattered. So
thirsty. SoЧ
"That fucking sucks! Those pieces of shit!"
"It wasЕ it was extremely awful." And, oddly, she felt better for telling it.
For finally telling it.
"What a fucking awful way to die!"
"Yes. Anyway, I rose from the dead and started feeding and eventually ended up
passing through Chicago and that's what I've been up to for the past six years,
how about you?" she asked with faux brightness.
"Jesus, Andrea," he said, not noticing her flinch, "I'm really sorry. That sucks
the root."
"Thank you. You're about to miss our exit."
Cursing, he wrenched the wheel to the right and, ignoring the hail of horns,
careened over into the proper lane. "You saidЧyou said you caught an infection.
Is that like how you become a vampire? I thought you had to drink a vampire's
blood and he had to drink yours, or something."
She shook her head. "Old wives' tale. Most people die of extendedЕ attention. If
you catch it, you rise from the dead. It's not a big mystery."
"So you've been roaming the streets of Chicago for the last six years?"
"IЧI think so."
"Huh?"
"Which word didn't you understand?" she snapped, then instantly softened. She
should be flattered that he was so curious. He certainly hadn't shown this kind
of interest in her in college. Not Andrea Mercer, she of the mousy hair, mousy
eyes, mousy life.
And had anybody cared enough in the last few years to ask her anything? Anything
at all? She would do well, she reminded herself, to not be such a damned snob
and remember Daniel was only asking questions because he cared. Or was morbidly
interested. Same thing, in her world. "I don't remember much of the early years.
You have toЧyou think about feeding all the time. All the time. And once you've