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And why was I still me? Now that I was a ravenous member of the undead, I should be sucking little
girls dry and then lunching on their mamas. The men in the alley had been asshole predators, but I was
still horrified when I accidentally killed two of them. IтАЩd let Justine and her mom goтАФhadordered them to
go. I was thirstier than IтАЩd ever been in myтАФuhтАФlife, but it wasnтАЩt ruling me. I wasnтАЩt an animal. I was
still me, Betsy, desperately in love with fine footwear and ready to give my eyeteeth (or my new fangs)
for Russell CroweтАЩs autograph.

Russell CroweтАжnowthere was someone whoтАЩd make a delightful snack.

CHAPTER FOUR
 тАЬFather,тАЭ I said, тАЬyou have to help me.тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩll be glad to, but IтАЩm not a priest.тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩm going to Hell, and I didnтАЩt do a damned thing to deserve being damned. Except for that whole
double homicide thing. But it was an accident! Plus, I should get points for saving Justine and her mom.тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩm not a priest, miss. IтАЩm the janitor. And this isnтАЩt a Catholic churchтАФweтАЩre Presbyterians.тАЭ

тАЬCan you burn me up with holy water?тАЭ I had the man by the shirt, was pulling him up on his toesтАФhe
was about three inches shorter than me. тАЬPoke me to death with your crucifix?тАЭ

He gifted me with a sweet, loopy grin. тАЬYouтАЩre pretty.тАЭ

Surprised, I let go of him. He did a shocking thing, thenтАФflung his arms around me and kissed me.
Hard. Really very hard, and he put a lot into it, too; his tongue was poking into my mouth and something
hard and firm was pressing against my lower belly. He tasted like Wheaties.

I gently pushed him away, but even so he flew over the pew and landed with a jarring thud near the
pulpit. The grin didnтАЩt waver and neither, unfortunately, did his erection; I could see the small tent in his
chinos. тАЬDo it again,тАЭ he sighed.

тАЬOh, forтАФjustтАФsleep it off!тАЭ I snapped and, to my surprise, his head dropped onto his shoulder and he
started to snore. Drunk, thenтАжsure. I should have smelled it on him.

I took another look and cursed myselfтАФof course he was the janitor; he was dressed in blue jeans and
aтАЩt-shirt that read тАЬD&E Cleaning: WeтАЩll Get Your Mess!тАЭ In my keyed-up panic, IтАЩd grabbed the first
person I had seen. HeтАЩd grabbed me back, but that was only fair.

I was still surprised I had managed to get inside the church without bursting into flame. But nothing like
that had happened. The door had opened easily and the church was the way they all were: forbidding,
yet comforting, like a beloved but stern grandparent.

I cautiously sat down on a pew, expecting a severe ass burning. Nothing happened. I touched the Bible
in front of meтАжnothing. Rubbed the Bible all over my faceтАФnope.

Dammit! Okay, I was a vampire. Shocking, but I was getting used to it. Except vampire rules werenтАЩt
applying! I should be a writhing tower of flame, not sitting impatiently in a pew waiting for God to send
my soul to Hell.