Neck Deep In Vampires (A BBW Urban Fantasy) by Georgette St. Clair Page B

thought I did,” she said. “Until I came to Florida.”
                  “And now you’ll never feel the sun on your face again,” I said. “I’m sorry. That sucks, I know. I used to love the sun.”
                  “No, that part isn’t so bad,” Camille said. “I don’t really like that bright hot sun blasting down on me, and I hate getting sunburned.”
                  Okay, she’d totally lost me. “I don’t understand. You were out in the sun every chance you got. And you said you loved being in Florida and didn’t want to go back to New York.”
                  “I loved Landon,” she said quietly. “When I went out during the day, I was going to meet him. I didn’t think things could work out between us, because he’s a warlock and I’m dedicated to a life of service to vampires, but he seemed to love me too. Now it’s really hopeless. I’m a vampire. I need to live among other vampires, so I’ll have access to Thralls. I can’t live here any more, and I could never ask him to give up his friends and family here. I left a message on his voicemail telling him it was over between us.”
                  “Oh. Oh, my God am I stupid,” I said, as understanding dawned on me.
                  I felt like the biggest jerk on the planet. I had been so wrapped up in my own problems that I’d missed what was right under my nose. I remember how he’d offered her that drink when I went to talk to Mirabelle at Bay Breeze. We’d met him the week before when I’d gone to introduce myself to the witches, but I hadn’t paid any attention to him. Camille obviously had.
                  “It’s all right.” There was a universe of misery in her voice. It wasn’t all right.
                  “How did you start dating him?”
                  “I ran into him out on the beach one day, and we started meeting up during the day while you were asleep. I kept telling him it would have to end as soon as you were ready to go back to New York.  I know my duty.” She didn’t sound angry, or bitter, just miserable.
                  Stupid tradition.
                  “Well…okay,” I said. “I’ll leave you alone then.” And I went back into the house to make a phone call.
                  Half an hour later, Landon showed up on our doorstep, and I led him out to the back yard where Camille was still reclining in her chair.
                  She sat bolt upright when she saw him. “Landon? What are you doing here?” she cried out, her eyes bright with tears.
                  “I called Mirabelle and she called Landon,” I told Camille. “I believe he has something that he wants to say to you.”
                  “You know what? I’ve always wanted to move to New York City to live with a hot vampire chick. Do you know any?” Landon asked, pulling her to her feet and throwing his arms around her. “You idiot. I thought you broke up with me because you got bored with me.”
                  “Landon, look at me,” she sniffled. “I’m a vampire! Warlocks and vampires – that never happens!”
                  “Time to start a new tradition, then,” he said. “There are witches and warlocks in New York. I can find a new coven. I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get out of this damned furnace of a city.”
                  “Oh, my God.” She put her hand on her chest, tears running down her face. “Is this really happening? You’ll come with me, really?”
                  He grabbed her and kissed her passionately.  I turned to leave them to their reunion, relief washing over me.
                  Landon called after me “Hey, I bought some cat food for Barney, since he can’t go out and hunt. Mary sent it; she’s one of the witches whose