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

mean, come on! Vampires? What year is this? But if we exist, think of all the other amazing things out
there you donтАЩt know about. ItтАЩs a little early to shut the book on your whole life, donтАЩt you think? What
are you, twenty-five?тАЭ

тАЬTwenty-seven. Are you just luring me down so you can feed on me to quench your unholy thirst?тАЭ

Why were people always asking me this sort of thing? тАЬNo, I just donтАЩt want you to jump. I can wait a
while for my next meal.тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩll get down,тАЭ he said slowly, тАЬif youтАЩll makeme your next meal.тАЭ

I nearly swooned at the excitement that simple statement brought. тАЬWhat have you been smoking? You
just met me!тАЭ

тАЬYeah, and the last fifteen seconds have been the most interesting in the last three years. SoтАж?тАЭ

тАЬPal, you have no idea what youтАЩre asking.тАЭ I tried to sound tough and cool, but since I gasped out the
whole sentence I sounded more like a horny cheerleader.

тАЬSure I do. Part of the reason IтАЩm up here isтАФyou were right, I figured thereтАЩs nothing new in the world
except death and people being shitty to each other. I never should have been a doctor. Never wanted to
be. But my dadтАФanyway, itтАЩs just death and paperwork and more death.тАЭ He trailed off and I saw his
eyes shine with unshed tears. He blinked them back. тАЬAnyway. Sorry. So, prove me wrong. Prove a few
more things, besides. I want to feel what itтАЩs like. I want to feel something besidesтАФbesides nothing.тАЭ

I bit my lip. The poor guy! тАЬForget it.тАЭ But I was sidling toward him. I was thirsty, and here was a
perfectly sane (as sane as a clinically depressed suicidal man could be) specimen offering to be my
dinner. I was nuts to turn it down. The alternative was taking it by force from some poor jerk. Why in the
world would I hurt or scare someone, when there was a willing guy standing right in front of me? At least
he wasnтАЩt all goo-goo eyed and mumbling about my beauty, such as it was. He was perfectly clear-eyed,
and curious, and what was the harm? And why was I trying to convince myself? I had to eat, right? Why
was I still talking to myself?

тАЬOkayтАжif I do thisтАжтАЭ I did a fairly good imitation of Reluctant Night Stalker. тАЬтАжyou promise not to
jump?тАЭ

тАЬYes.тАЭ

тАЬOr leap in front of a truck or take a bath with your toaster or comb your hair with a chainsaw?тАЭ

He laughed. He looked years younger when he did that. He wasnтАЩt afraid at all. And that made up my
mind for me. тАЬI promise. Now do it, cutie, before I come to my senses.тАЭ

I pulled him off the ledge, gently. Brought him to me like a lover. His shirt had a v-neck, so I just pulled
him toward me and bit him. He gasped and went rigid in my arms, then his arms came around me in a
stranglerтАЩs grip. He went up on his toes and his hips pistoned toward mine. His blood was slowly spilling
into my mouth and it tasted like the lushest, most potent wine ever made. My unbearable thirst
becameтАФif possibleтАФeven more unbearable for a split second, then abruptly abated. Sounds were
sharper, the lightтАФsuch as it wasтАФbecame brighter. His heartbeat pounded in my ears and he was
breathing in ragged gasps. I could smell his sex, hard and urgent and pressing against me, the smell of