My Blood Approves 4 - Wisdom

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real crime scene pictures? Or just the ones they let them post in the paper and stuff?” I asked. “I mean, they have to keep out the truly gruesome ones.”
    “You can find anything on the internet.” He waved off my doubt. “I’ve seen some brutal ones.”
    “You’re a twisted guy, you know that?”
    “It was research!” Bobby looked defensive for a moment before moving on. “Anyway, the point is, maybe Jane had a little more overkill, so there was more blood.”
    “I don’t wanna think about that,” I grimaced.
    “Sorry. But I’m just saying that when things have overkill, it usually means its personal,” Bobby said.
    “Lots of people were pissed at Jane,” I sighed. He had a point, but I felt too agitated to think. I kept my eyes on the club, but I could see her blood stains out of the corner of my eye. “Look, can we walk and talk?”
    “Uh, yeah, sure thing.”
    “The sun is bothering me,” I lied.
    The sun had started shining over the buildings, but it hadn’t bothered me yet. I walked across the street, more towards V, so I’d be in the shadows again.
    “So, what do you think?” Bobby hurried to keep up with me. He slipped on snow again, and I caught him, but this time I made sure to do it more slowly, like a human would.
    “I don’t know what to think,” I admitted.
    We reached the alley by V, and I glanced at it out of habit. But I saw something that made my heart skip a beat, and I stopped.
    “What?” Bobby asked.
    “Oh no. Please tell me it’s not another one,” I whispered under my breath.
    In a snow pile pushed up to the building, I could see long blond hair. A long coat lay next to it, covering the shape of a body. The entrance to V was kinda hidden in the alley, so it wouldn’t be as out in the open as the others had been, but it appeared to be a body discarded near the door.
    “What?” Bobby repeated.
    “Stay behind me,” I commanded.
    I held my arm up in front of him, and we walked slowly down the alley. By the time we reached the snow bank, my heart hammered so loud in my ears, I could barely hear myself think.
    My hand would’ve been trembling, but I stopped shaking. In the past month or so, I’d become incapable of it. Inside, my muscles felt rubbery, even though I knew they’d react like marble if I needed them to.
    I reached forward and peeled back the jacket. I expected a corpse, but what I found scared the hell out of me. Bobby screamed behind me
    A vampire jumped up, moving with the speed only we could master, and she nearly lunged at me before she saw who it was. Violet stared at me, her weird purple eyes wide and shocked. Her skin looked bluish from where it had pressed against the snow bank, and her clothes were dirty and wet.
    “Why are you always bothering me?” Violet snapped. “Are you like stalking me or something?”
    “No, I’m not stalking you,” I said. “I just saw you and I thought-” I didn’t want to admit what I’d thought, so I let it hang in the air.
    “You know each other?” Bobby asked, once he got over the scare.
    “Not really.” Violet tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ears and crossed her arms.
    “What are you doing out here?” I asked.
    “It’s not really any of your business, is it?” She glared at me for a moment but almost instantly lost her nerve. She turned away and pulled on her long jacket. “But I guess I better be on my way.”
    “Do you even have anywhere to go?” I asked, and Violet swallowed hard. “Why were you sleeping outside, during the day?”
    “I didn’t have anywhere to go, okay?” Her intense eyes met mine, and her lip quivered a bit. “I usually find somebody to take me home so I can crash with them, but the clubs have been dry lately. That damn serial killer is keeping people off the streets.”
    “Yeah, he’s making it rough on all of us,” I muttered dryly.
    “I already apologized about your friend,” Violet said, but she softened a little. I think she felt guilty about

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