"Mary Janice Davidson - Betsy 01 - Undead And Unwed" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

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I groaned when we pulled up outsideтАжa cemetery!(Mwah-hah-hah ! Who knowsтАжwhat evilтАжlurks
тАж in the heartsтАжof men. Oh, puke.)

тАЬCome on, you guys,тАЭ I complained as they prodded me from the limo. тАЬMust we live out every
stereotype? If youтАЩre taking me to see a guy in a cape, IтАЩll be very upset.тАЭ
 We tromped through the sufficiently spooky cemetery, complete with de rigueur moonlit tombstones,
eerie owl hoots (in the middle of Minneapolis?), and large, spooky, utterly silent mausoleums. We paused
outside the largest and spookiest. According to the six-inch high letters, this was the CARLSON family
mausoleum, a pretty typical name for a region settled by Norwegians.

тАЬOoooh, the CARLSON mausoleum,тАЭ I mocked, as the Cocker Boys struggled with the heavy door.
тАЬHow sinister! WhatтАЩs next, a plate of lutefisk and square dancing? Need a hand with that?тАЭ They did
not; the door was finally swinging open. тАЬWhat, no scary creaking sound from rusty hinges? Better get
that looked intoтАФdonтАЩt shove, IтАЩm going.тАЭ

I plodded down the seven steps, past the big stone coffins, through a stone archway, and down another
twelve steps. Obviously underground, this room was well lit byтАФof courseтАФtorches. There were several
people milling about the room, but my gaze went to one right away.

He was unbelievable. Easily the most amazing-looking man IтАЩd ever seen outside ofPlaygirl . Tall, very
tallтАФat least four inches taller than me, and IтАЩm not petite. He had thick, inky black hair that swept back
from his face in lush waves. Not many men could have pulled off the Elvis hair swirl thing, but this guy
had it. His features were classically handsome: strong nose, good chin, nice broad forehead. His eyes
were beautiful and frightening: deepest black, with a hard glitter to them, like stars shining in the dark
winter sky. And his mouth was saved from being tender by a cruel twist of the upper lip.

And his body! He was so broad through the shoulders I wondered how heтАЩd fit through the door, and
his arms looked thick and powerful. The charcoal suit superbly set off his long frame, and speaking of
long, his fingers were slim and straight; they looked deft and capable. PianistтАЩs hands. SurgeonтАЩs hands.
His shoes wereтАФwhoa! Were those Ferragamos? And why was he standing in a puddle? I started to
edge toward him to get another look, when I glanced at his face again. Almost as interesting as his
incredible good looks was the fact that he looked as disgusted to be there as I was.

There were other people in the room, too. I guess. Who the hell cared?

тАЬAh, gentlemen, you bring our newest acolyte!тАЭ

The overly-booming voiceтАФnot, sad to say, from the fella I was admiringтАФbrought me back to myself
in a hurry. Yes, there were other people in the room. Otherpale people, in fact. Pale, with glittery eyes
and white, sharp teeth. Except they looked ill. Too pale, even for vampires, and thin, and cold, and
ragged. They huddled together and stared at the speaker. They would have been scary if they hadnтАЩt
looked so pathetic.

тАЬNow, Miss Taylor, as our newest supplicant, you will be allowed to feed in just a moment. All of you
will, in fact.тАЭ At this, the horde looked absurdly grateful.

The speaker was approaching me from the far side of the chilly stone room. He wasnтАЩt nearly as
impressive as the other guy: medium height, slightly chubby around the middle, a cleft chin (what Jessica