Real Vampires Live Large

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  "You’re a blood-sucking vampire, Gloriana St. Clair. When are you going to start acting like one?”

  I snarled and showed some fang. “Careful, fur face. You really don’t want to make me mad. ” Yeah, I’m a vampire. Forget stereotypes. I’m blond, blue-eyed and twentysomething with a, uh, voluptuous figure. Vamps are everywhere and you won’t have a clue. We’re pretty good at blending with mortals and if we’re caught in a compromising situation, like say with our fangs in your neck . . . ? Well, there’s always the whammy. We can make fang marks disappear along with your memory. Hmmm. Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?

  “Come on, Glory. I’m hurting here. ” Valdez talks in my head. A lot.

  “You’re my dog-slash-bodyguard, Valdez. You’re supposed to be taking care of me. ”

  “I will. I am. Now turn around. ”

  “I’m not going back to the store. Forget it. I got the essentials —cream rinse and flea shampoo. ” I gasped when my stomach cramped again. “Those damned Cheetos almost killed me. ”

  “I’m not asking you to eat any. You expect me to give them up just because you can’t handle them?”

  “I had a near-death experience. ” Who knew a Big Grab of Cheetos could be so lethal? If you know anything about vampires, you know we can dish it out, but we can’t or won’t take it. I’m an old vampire. Like, “I hung out with Billy Shakespeare” old. I knew better, but just once I’d wanted a little crunch in my diet. I gave up biting mortals, mostly, ages ago. But chugging the bottled fake stuff just hadn’t been cutting it for me for a long, long time.

  I wheeled my aging Suburban into the parking lot behind my apartment building where I have my shop, Vintage Vamp ’s Emporium (cute, huh?) on the ground floor. The security lights were out again. Not a good sign. Valdez had taken an arrow in the hip back here. An arrow intended for me. I slowed down to a crawl, fought another pain, this one in my head for a change, then pulled into my parking spot.

  Crunch, thump and the car lurched to a stop. Oops.

  “Now you’ve done it. Stay here and lock yourself in. ” Valdez opened the passenger door (don’t ask) and hopped out, obviously on high alert. Was this a trap? Everyone I know realizes that’s my parking spot. Was some stake-happy vamp hunter waiting to get me when I checked out whatever I’d hit?

  “I’m not picking up on a threat. But we’re in deep shit anyway. ” Valdez stopped next to my door. “Back up a foot, then come see. ”

  As soon as I turned off the engine, another sharp pain hit me right between my eyes. What the hell? I never have headaches unless I’m trying to block one of my mind-reading friends. And the Cheetos didn’t mess with my head. Instead I’m stuck with what I’ll call the Cheeto bulge. I’m curvy anyway, but since I did the dirty with the snacks, I’ve developed a new curve in my tummy area. I unlocked the doors and got out.

  Thanks to my superior vamp night vision I could see that the Suburban looked undamaged, but the crushed metal between the car and the fence had once been, gulp, a motorcycle. And not one of those cheap bikes, but, double gulp, a classic Harley. And I know about these things. Had a boyfriend once who’d been into those. Mortal. And very last century. One thing I try to do is stay current. I may be ancient, but I don’t ever intend to look or act that way.

  “What the hell have you done, Gloriana?”

  I turned around, fully prepared to do some kind of vamp whammy until I could figure out how to make this right without the involvement of law enforcement or insurance adjusters. One look at the furious Harley owner and I knew the whammy wasn ’t going to cut it.

  Richard Mainwaring is a vamp too. A friend, sort of, but also a scary dude. Anyway, he was staring at the mangled mess like, if he’d been any less pure macho male, he would have shed a few tears. I wanted to cry too. Maybe I could entice him upstairs for a bottle of Fangtastic (my blood substitute of choice lately) and an all-out sob fest.

  “I didn’t see it. And this is my parking spot. ” Yep, I was defensive.

  “There’s no assigned parking here. ” He tenderly set the fallen motorcycle back on its wheels, the effort doing nice things to his biceps. The Harley wobbled for a moment and I held my breath until it seemed steady.

  “But it’s for residents only. You don’t live here, do you?” He’d been an item with my roommate, Florence da Vinci, until recently, but the last word on that subject was that Flo had dumped him. Had they made up and he was moving into Flo ’s bedroom?

  “No. And I’m not with Florence. ” He had a grim look. And don’t you hate the fact that he’d read my mind? It’s a bad vamp habit that I refuse to acquire, at least not on a regular basis. And I’d had run-ins with Richard before. His thoughts are never up for grabs.

  “Then you have no business parking here. Visitor parking is in front of the building. ”

  He knelt down to examine what had been the rear wheel of the Harley. Hmm. He did fill out a pair of jeans nicely. Not that I should be noticing that right now. More to the point, he had a set of shoulders on him, clearly showcased in a sleeveless leather vest, shoulders that would have done a line-backer proud. I have vamp strength, but this guy could have thrown me across the parking lot without breaking a sweat.

  He turned and gave me a measuring look. Oops. I think I came up short. I unzipped my jacket, a cozy velour hoodie that matched my turquoise sweat pants and sleeveless tank. He could outmuscle me, but I’ve got a few weapons of my own. Maybe if I flashed a little cleavage . . . Mainwaring’s a former priest turned vamp, but I know for a fact that he’s very into women.

  “Gloriana, how could you do this? Didn’t you see the space was already occupied?” Mainwaring has a slight British accent, white blond hair and the kind of eyes that make you think of clear skies. That is, if you can remember that far back. Me, I haven ’t seen daylight personally since 1604. Sigh.

  “It’s dark back here. ” I looked down at my dog, pressed against my right leg. “And Valdez and I were having a discussion . . . ”

  “Don’t lay this off on me, Blondie. ” Valdez chuffed and stepped away. “You were driving this heap, not me. ”

  I’m not the only one who can hear Valdez and Mainwaring gave the dog a look, like—who’s the master here? Good question. Instead of growling at Mainwaring like a good guard dog, Valdez sat down and scratched his left ear. We really needed that flea shampoo.

  “Look. The Harley is, I mean was, black without a lot of chrome or anything. Plus the security lights are out. Maybe we should hustle our butts inside to discuss this. Hunters could be stalking us as we speak. ” I did feel . . . something out here. Mainwaring stood and scanned the area with a narrow-eyed look that meant business if anyone dared make a move on us. Finally he shook his head. “We’re safe enough. But perhaps you’d like to go inside, closer to your checkbook. ”

  “Ha. Ha. ” I put my hand on his bulging bicep, fluttered my eyelashes and leaned in to give him a cleavage close-up. Mainwaring just glared. Ever try charming an uptight man with a wounded Harley? But charm was all I had at the moment. Unlike a lot of vamps, I’m not rich. I work for a living. This century I started my own business, and it got off to a great start, but there’s overhead, stock to buy, my own living expenses . . . Well, you get the picture. Obviously, I don’t have enough in my checking account to pay for Richie Rich’s Harley. Hey, I buy generic cream rinse. What does that tell you?

  “Now, Richard. ” I smiled what I hoped was sweetly. Not easy to do when your head feels like it ’s about to split open. “I’m really, really sorry, but be reasonable. You know I didn’t mean to hit the motorcycle. And I’m sure you can afford—”

  He turned and squatted next to t
he downed bike. I knew enough to shut up. For a long moment, he just stared at it, then he picked up a piece of metal that had fallen to the ground. He finally stood and walked closer to me, too close. I held my ground, even though I could practically feel the hostility coming off of Mr. Motorcycle.

  “You need to be held accountable, Gloriana. Whether or not I can afford to replace a 1946 Knucklehead is not the issue. ”

  “Excuse me?” I knew better than to grin, but it was a struggle. “Did you just call your bike a knucklehead?”

  “That’s the model. A 1946 Harley Davidson Knucklehead. Rare. Valuable. ” He was really in my space. “Maybe even irreplaceable. ”

  Oh, jeez. Heaven forbid I should have mangled a vintage cycle. And I did feel bad, especially with Richard looming over me. I eased around him to check out the damage.

  “Look. I think it can be fixed. It’s mainly the back end that’s crunched. Why don’t you get an estimate or two and then we’ll talk?” And maybe I could win the lottery in the meantime.

  “It isn’t the money, it’s the principle. ” Richard was right behind me, peering over my shoulder. He smelled like all vamps do, it’s a yummy scent that mere mortals can’t even pick up. But Richard also had a nice sandalwood kind of thing going on and a male musk that was having an unfortunate effect on my sex-starved libido.

  I swore off men after my on-again, off-again maker and mate, Jeremy Blade aka Angus Jeremiah Campbell III, and I faced death at stake-point together on Halloween. I’d expected a little post-action celebration, one-on-one. Instead, Jerry played hero to his best friend’s widow, who’s thin and beautiful, and, well, thin. You get the idea. Okay, so I’d only been celibate a little over a week, but vamps are sensual creatures. Sometimes that’s a blessing, sometimes a curse. So I was noticing Mainwaring’s male attributes. For a former priest, he was surprisingly built. Though I ’d heard he’d been a crusader back in the day.

  “Crusader then galley slave. ” His open vest brushed my back. “And I gave up celibacy a long time ago. ”

  His breath stirred my hair, which should have been washed two days ago. I inhaled and licked my lips. I ’m really not good at celibacy.