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

happened in the cemetery, and worried for the guy on the roof, but couldnтАЩt help also being elated at
what I was doing. I was climbingsix stories тАжme! I couldnтАЩt even climb that damned rope in gym class,
not even the easy one with the rubber grips. And it was easy. It was wonderful! It required about as
much effort as opening a can of Pringles. I was fast, I was strong, I wasтАжI wasSpiderVamp !

I got to the top and gave a little jump, which sent me soaring a few feet in the air, only to land on the
roof and go into a deep bow. тАЬTa-dah!тАЭ

He was really cute. Dressed in scrubs whichтАФuh-ohтАФsmelled like dried blood, here was another guy
with deep black hair. Except while Finger Boy gave off an air of understated menace, this fella was
throwing off vibes of exhausted despair. His hair was cut brutally short, his eyes were dark green, and he
had a goatee that made him look like a tired devil. He was lightly tanned and thin, almost too thin. He
stared at me with eyes gone huge.

тАЬWhat have you been eating?тАЭ he said at last.

тАЬLetтАЩs not go there.тАЭ

тАЬI must really be tired,тАЭ he said, more to himself than to me.

тАЬNice try, but IтАЩm no illusion. Although in these second-rate tennis shoes, I ought to be. Why dтАЩyou
want to jump? What happened?тАЭ

He blinked at me and shifted his weight. He wasnтАЩt nervous to be talking to me, not at all. Probably
thought he could jump long before I got to him. And he was so sad and unhappy; nothing was surprising
him tonight. тАЬIтАЩm sick of kids dying, IтАЩm in debt up to my tits for medical school, my dadтАЩs got cancer, I
havenтАЩt had sex in two months, and IтАЩm being kicked out of my apartment because the owner sold his
house.тАЭ

тАЬThatтАЩs pretty bad,тАЭ I admitted. тАЬExcept for the sex thingтАжI once went two years.тАЭ

He pondered that one for a minute, shaking his head. тАЬWhat about you? What happened to you?тАЭ

тАЬWell, I died earlier this week, found out I canтАЩt dieagain , my stepmother stole all my good shoes, I
canтАЩt eat any kind of food, I raped a perfectly nice guy last night, met a bunch of vampires who turned
out to be every bad movie stereotype imaginable, and threw a really bad vamp through a stone cross.
Then I saw you.тАЭ

тАЬSo youтАЩre a vampire?тАЭ

тАЬYes. But donтАЩt be scared. IтАЩm still a nice person.тАЭ

тАЬWhen youтАЩre not raping men.тАЭ

тАЬRight. How about we go get a cup of coffee, talk about why our lives suck?тАЭ

He hesitated. The wind riffled his scrubs, but his hair was too short and didnтАЩt move. He glanced down
at the street, then back at me.

тАЬCome on,тАЭ I coaxed. тАЬVampires exist and you never had the faintest clue, right? I know I didnтАЩt. I