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He stared at me for another second, then laughed. It was like being laughed at by Satan. IтАЩd never
heard chuckles sound so humorless. тАЬYes,тАЭ he said, almost purred, and my arm was numb from the
strength of his grip, тАЬyouтАЩll come to my home. And weтАЩll talk. About all kinds of things. And really, girl,
itтАЩs for your own safety.тАЭ

тАЬSorry, but I already promised the Wolfman IтАЩd be his girl. Now let go!тАЭ I tugged, furious that my
strength, one of the few good things about being a vampire, was useless here.

His other hand was on my face again; his fingers forced my teeth apart and he stroked one of my
canines with a thumb. Then he pushed, hard, and I felt a drop of blood hit my tongue. This was shocking,
for several reasons: it was delicious, it was cool to the taste, and I didnтАЩt think vampires bled. тАЬI
wonder,тАЭ he said in a low voice, more breath than words, and his thumb was pushing, forcing its way into
my mouth, an odd kind of rape and as infuriating as it was exciting. тАЬI wonder what youтАЩll taste like?тАЭ

тАЬThatтАЩth it. For the latht time,get off me !тАЭ I shoved as hard as I ever had in my life. And I could hardly
believe what happened next. Although the whole thing took little more than a second, I saw it in slow
motion. Tall, Dark, and Psychotic flew away from me like heтАЩd been fired out of a cannon. He crashed
back into a monumentтАФa large crossтАФandthrough it. Stone flew everywhere, because as soon as he hit
the cross it blew up and the back of his suit began to smolder. But he kept going, until he smashed into
the side of the mausoleum and collapsed to the ground like a sack of dirt.

I didnтАЩt wait around to find out if he was dead (again) or what. I ran.

CHAPTER ELEVEN



When I slowed and looked around, I saw with amazement IтАЩd trotted sixteen blocks in about three
minutes. Summer Olympics, here I come. Assuming they held the races at night.

I was on one of the side streets behind Minneapolis General Hospital, and figured I should go inside and
call a cab. I sure as hell wasnтАЩt going back to the cemeteryтАФI wasnтАЩt meeting up with any of those losers
ever again. And if Iever saw that rat bastard Elvis wannabee sociopath again, IтАЩd have his eyeballs
forтАжfor something disgusting youтАЩd use eyeballs for. Every time I thought of his hands on me, his thumb
in my mouth, I got hot. No, dammit, thatтАЩs not what I meantтАжI got pissed. Really pissed. I should shove
my fingers inhis mouth, see how he likes it. I should shove my fingers into his windpipe! Up his ass!
Around hisтАФ

By now I was really stomping down the street, so I was almost relieved when a dull voice cut through
the light traffic and the other night noises: тАЬSee ya, world.тАЭ Yes! Something to distract me from the
unsettling events of the last hour, praise God.

I looked up. Six stories above, a guy a few years younger than me was standing on the ledge. He was
looking down, straight at me. I knew at once he was waiting until I got out of the way so he could jump
without taking the chance of splattering himself all over me. I stopped walking.

The building was an old one, built of rough brick, and as I put my hands on the wall, testing the texture,
I had a thoughtтАФa brainstorm, really. They really are like storms for meтАФitтАЩs like thereтАЩs thiscrash and
then IтАЩve got a brand new idea from nowhere. Anyway, I pulled myself up and started to climb. In no
time I was skittering up the side of the building like a big blonde bug. I was pissed about what had