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She gasped. "Oh boy, Ree. I think I just broke my fucking leg! Shit!" Leave it to Chelle to still have her dirty mouth at a time like this.

"What happened?" I asked. But I don't think she could understand me at that point.

I heard a sound and she did too. We both glanced at two feet in front of us. I couldn't look any higher, but I heard his voice.

"Can I help?" he said. He sounded like Haven, but with a deeper voice. I started to cry.

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I woke up on the lap of this fine white man. The only flaw I could see in the seconds I checked him out was that he looked just like Haven—or a lot like him. This guy was older, more rugged and with eyes that looked like danger, unlike my whack ex-boyfriend. With thoughts of Haven, I remembered what happened to me and the fear came on me again. I tried sitting up but found I didn't have the strength. The Haven look-alike pushed me back into the crook of his arm with a stern look.

"Stay still. You need a little more." I blinked up at him with what I'm sure was a blank look. "A little more what?" My voice sounded raspy to my ears. My throat was dry like I had swallowed blood. Fear tightened my stomach, and I wondered if Haven had torn a hole in my esophagus and made me swallow blood. I should be dead, at least in the hospital. "I need a little more of what?" I said again.

He held up his wrist like that would explain it. It didn't. But then he pushed his arm gently against my lips, and before I knew what was happening, I felt something splitting my gums and growing.
Teeth? Fangs? Oh no, please no!

There was no time to protest because of its own accord my mouth latched on to his wrist. I heard myself whimper with pleasure, just like I had done millions of times in the midst of some serious love-making. This time, though, I was sucking 14

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down thick, gooey blood. And damn if it didn't have the most delicious flavor I ever tasted.

I dragged heavily on his blood, savoring it and swirling it in my mouth. I drew back long enough to lick his skin which was cool to the touch. It was a sensual move, one that since I hadn't gotten my sexual fix earlier, had me pumping the air with my hips. I needed to come like nobody's business, and sucking blood was making me hotter. I hated that this stranger saw how I was acting, but I couldn't help myself. Finally, he pulled back, muttering, "That's enough." I frowned, "Stingy."

He flicked a humorless eyebrow up at me and then put me off his lap. He didn't even look at me again before he stood up, straightened his clothes and spoke to someone else in the room. "She'll be fine now. Have a good night." I sprang up a little wobbly and then sank back down on the chair. I looked around to see Chelle. She threw herself across the space and took me in her arms. "Oh baby, I was worried. Are you okay? What the fuck happened?
How
could this fucking happen?"

I laughed. "Slow down, girl. I can't answer a thing with you going on at me. First, who was that guy? And what did he do to me?"

Chelle looked guilty. "I'm sorry, Ree. I should have ignored him and called an ambulance, but he was right, you lost so much blood, there was no way you were going to hold out until they got here. You know how long it takes the ambulance and the police to get to this neighborhood." 15

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I nodded. "So what did he suggest instead?" I thought I knew, but I was too scared to say it myself. That crap was for TV, not Ree's life.

Chelle hesitated.

"Tell me, Chelle. Just get it over with," I insisted. This night had gone to hell; I might as well know.

"He said he could save your life if he forced you to drink his blood." Chelle let out a small growl, reminding me of what she herself was. "He said he sort of owed you since it was his brother who hurt you."

"His brother!" I screamed and came up off the chair in a rage. Pacing back and forth in her small living room, I glanced around for my purse, momentarily forgetting that I left it in Haven's car. "I need a cigarette!" I declared. A thought occurred to me and I stopped, staring at my friend. "Oh no, Chelle. I'm in trouble." Her eyes widened. "I know, baby, but we'll figure it all out. We'll—"

I shook my head, "No, girl. Chelle, I killed Haven. He's dead in his car. My stuff is still in there. I'm going to be charged with murder."

Chelle sank down to the couch and just as fast jumped up.

"Shit, shit, shit." She turned toward the back of the house, and I followed.

"Where are you going?"

She didn't pause. "To get your stuff. You mumbled about being in the park when you fell into my arms. We'll straighten it all out." She flipped open her cell phone and then snapped it closed. "I forgot. I haven't paid shit in bills. My cell's been 16

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off for months, and the electricity won't be cut back on until tomorrow. I forget other people can't see in the dark." I shrugged. "I see just fine." She looked at me with an expression of guilt. I thought she was regretting allowing Haven's brother to turn me into the walking dead. There, I admitted it to myself. Maybe I was better off dead and not like this, especially if I was about to be a convicted murderer.

I pulled at Chelle's arm as she headed out the door. "Do you have my spare key? I need some panties and some shoes."

She frowned. "Damn, Ree. You're nasty." I rolled my eyes at her. "He was my boyfriend," I choked, tears coming to my eyes. "I didn't know he was going to kill me. Or that his brother was going to make me a freaking zombie."

Chelle tugged me into a bear hug. "I'm sorry, baby. Now just once—cuss for me."

I sneered. "Fuck. There. Happy?" She laughed and then I frowned at her. "Chelle, I remember you thought you broke your leg. You fell down the steps."

"Werewolf," she shrugged. "My bones pretty much break every time I change. They mend fast." My eyes widened. "Oh."

We reached the back of the house and headed out the door with me brushing away hopeless tears that felt thicker than normal.

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Three days. That's how long it took me to find the club. Three whole days, especially since I only had twelve hours to use in each one of them. I didn't realize that or it wasn't reality to me until I'd very nearly fried my behind to a crisp in the sunlight.

My life had turned upside down. I had to lug my beautiful number bed to the basement, and seal the tiny window at the front and back of my house so that not an inkling of light got in. Actually, terrified, I had hidden in the closet under the stairs and punched in Chelle's son's number on his cell to tell his mother to come over and do it for me. All this joy was due to that bastard, Haven—who we had found missing, along with his car when Chelle and I went back. It was a good thing my girl had connections. Her man had gotten the word from, I guess, the street—which was weird given he was white and apparently rolling in green—that Haven and his brother owned an underground vampire club. Why I couldn't have learned this bit of information months ago, when I scoped him out in another club, was beyond me. Either way, I had determined I would find the club and deal with Haven's brother. And if for some strange reason Haven had survived my attack, I was going to make sure I put him in the ground, one way or another. It was a good thing tonight was the waxing moon, because that meant Chelle would go out of town to do her hunting and sexing it up with 18

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her wolf boy toy, and she wouldn't be able to stop me from seeking my revenge as she had said she would. The club fronted as a regular night spot. The atmosphere was something I would have hit had I come across it in my regular club hopping. Low lights, gyrating bodies, sweet tunes. Had I not had enhancements to my body makeup, I wouldn't have noticed the undead moving among the living. But I could spot them a mile off now.

I was squeezed into a bright red dress that stopped midthigh and clung to my curves like a second skin. My heels were barely there, holding onto my feet with tiny straps that wrapped sexily around my ankles. I had a cigarette propped between my lips, but it was for show only. I didn't breathe, so there was no inhaling.

That by itself was one way to spot the vampires, not breathing. But some of them, I was sure were those disgusting creatures, were simulating breathing just like humans. I didn't know how they did it. Unlike Chelle, who had a werewolf to teach her the ropes when he turned her, Haven's brother left me high and dry without even a 'stay out of sunlight' warning. I was so going to mess him up for leaving me like that.

I found a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. The bartender's eyebrows went up in surprise. I had the feeling he could tell I was like him, a vampire. And I had learned that I couldn't hold down anything but red wine, and a tiny bit of white. But no food whatsoever. The knowledge made me want to cry. But crying meant loss of blood. Yeah, blood ran from my eyes when I cried, instead of water. I couldn't afford 19

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the loss because I refused to suck blood, even though I craved it like nobody's business.

"You sure about that, missy?" the bartender asked, about my drink.

I winked, like I knew what I was doing. "Yes, I'm sure." He shrugged—"Your funeral"—and set up my glass on the counter. Before he could pour any alcohol inside it, a hand covered my glass. I turned to see who had the nerve and was shocked to come face-to-face with Haven's brother. As before, there was no expression on his face. "I've got this," he told the bartender, and took my arm. I yanked away then stood to my feet. "I don't know who you think you are, but—"

"I can do without the scene, Renee."

"Ree!"

He bowed his head. "Ree, then. Will you come in the back to my office? We can talk there." He had had to shout above the music, and I figured his office was the best place. I could lay out everything on my mind without exhausting myself because I had to yell to be heard.

His office was cushy and richly appointed. Mahogany furniture, leather everywhere. I flopped down on a couch and luxuriated in the comfy feeling. I was almost purring with my eyes closed as I caressed the buttery material beneath my fingers.

"Stop that!" he snapped.

My eyes popped open. It was the first I had heard emotion in him. And I was shocked to see him staring at my boobs. So 20

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he wasn't immune. Good to know. When I grew quiet and sat still, he finally dragged his gaze from my body.

"I told my brother you were not his type, but he wouldn't listen," he began, pissing me off. "When he insisted that he could convince you to live as we do, I became concerned. We do not turn people lightly or reveal our existence." I crossed my arms. "Yet, you have a club where you mix and mingle with humans."

"We have to feed."

I cringed, but despite myself, at his words my fangs came down. A tremor rocked me, and for a moment I thought I might faint. I fought for a clear mind. "What is your name?"

"Andreas," he said simply. "When is the last time you fed?" I pretended not to hear. "Is your brother alive ... I mean undead still? Where did his car go? I want my stuff back, especially my Jimmy Choos. And I want your head on a platter!"

He strode over to a cabinet and opened it. Inside was my purse and shoes, but even before he dumped them unfeelingly in my lap, I could see my shoes were ruined. "I'm willing to replace the shoes," he told me.

"Damn right!" I snapped, then calmed as my head began to spin again. "You didn't ... answer ... my..." All the energy felt like it was draining from my body. I had a thirst so strong, I visualized the humans out on the dance floor and me with my fangs sunk inside their necks, one after another, until my flat belly bulged with their blood. The thought of blood at that moment was sounding real good. 21

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Andreas dropped onto the couch beside me and rested his head against the back of the chair. "You need to feed. Come here and drink from me."

Okay, when a hot man tells you to climb up on him, you're damn crazy if you don't do it. I eyeballed this white man, looking even hotter than Haven in all the right ways, and I was so tempted. His dick was hard as a rock. I could see its yummy looking form easily through his pants, and judging from the bulge, he would give his brother a run for his money.

"H-How do you want me to do it," I asked nervously. He gave me a look like I was an idiot, and I wanted to slap him. Instead, I climbed up and made sure to sit so that my pussy was positioned squarely on his dick. I made a show of leaning forward and grinding slightly into him as I tried to reach his neck. Despite his seemingly steel resolve not to show an ounce of humanity, he moaned, and I sank my teeth into his neck.

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Hs blood was thick and delicious. I pulled at it greedily as I clutched at his shirt and ground my lower half into his hard cock. I was so turned on, I could have ripped off his clothes and raped him. Andreas began to stroke my back. He pulled at my dress until it was around my waist, and then he curled his fingers around the thin strap of my thong panties. The vibration of his moan in his throat reminded me of when we were kids and we would blow bubbles through our straw into our chocolate milk. A feeling of home washed over me.

"Damn it!" Andreas snapped. He pushed me back, unhooking my teeth from his throat and breaking the soothing spell.

I complained. "I wasn't done. Come on, just a little more." He was the arrogant type Chelle would have called a sonof-a-bitch. "Stand up and take off your panties," he demanded without a by your leave.