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"So what do you do when you're not partying?" the girl asks Seymour. She is pretty in a lazy sort of
way, with short red hair that has been cut to mimic that of a popular magazine model, and nervous glossy
lips that need to be moving, either talking or drinking. She is currently drunk but I do not judge her. Her
name is Heidi and I know to Seymour she is the second cutest thing in the world. Since becoming a
vampire, he has conquered his virginity and then some. But I haven't slept with him, and I suppose that is
why I'm still a goddess in his eyes. Seymour leans close to Heidi and smiles sweetly.

"I'm a vampire," he says. "Every night is a party to me."

Heidi clasps her hands together and laughs heartily. "I love vampires," she says. "Is your sister one as
well?"

"No," I interrupt. "I have a day job."

"She works undercover for theL APD,"Seymour continues. "She's really good, too. Last week she
caught this thief in the act and blew off the back of his head."

Heidi frowns, her lower lips twitching. "Do you carry a gun?" she asks me.

I sip my Coke. "No. My hands are lethal weapons." I know Seymour intends to sleep with this girl, and
I don't mind. But I don't want him to use his eyes to manipulate her into bed. This is a warning I have
repeatedly given him, that his vampiric will cannot be used to dominate human will in order to gain sex.
To me, that is just another form of rape, and so far Seymour has obeyed my rule. Also, I have forbidden
him to drink from his conquests. He lacks the skill and control to stop feeding before he kills a person.
For that reason, when he has to drink blood, he does so with me beside him. But unlike Ray, Seymour is
not squeamish about blood. He loves being a vampire so much so that he should have been born one.

"Doyou know karate?" Heidi asks me.

"She is a walking Kung Fu machine," Seymour gushes.

I stand and cast Seymour a hard look. "I am going to go talk to this guy at the end of the bar. I'll meet up
with you later. OK?"

Seymour understands that I intend to kill this guy. He is not squeamish about blood, but death still
disturbs him. We have never actually killed any of his meals. He pales slightly and lifts his glass.

"Let me know what you're up to," he says.

"Good luck," Heidi exclaims as I step past.

"Thank you," I say.

The guy at the bar notices my approach and makes room for me. Sliding onto the chair beside him, I bat
my long lashes and smile innocently. I am sweet, the type I hope he enjoys.

"Hello," I say.
 "Good evening," he replies. He is terribly good looking, and young, twenty-two at most, with a Rolex on
his wrist to cover his tattoo and a seductive smirk on his adorable face. His hair is longish, brown and
curly. "What's your name?" he asks.