raised his eyes to mine. âWhatâs your name?â
âRaymond Whitelaw.â
âRaymond, tell me what the vampire looked like.â
Ray touched his throat. âVampire. Yes. Tall.â
âMan or woman?â
âMan. Strong.â
A tall man. Swell, that only fit about twenty vamps in the Austin area that I knew of.
âHair color?â
âLight. Pretty hair. Like snow.â
Now we were getting somewhere. A white haired vamp. Iâd known a few and they were certainly easy to spot. But I hadnât met one here in Austin.
âYou remember anything else about him, Raymond?â I kept my voice steady and calm. Ray just kept holding his empty bottle. âThink hard.â
âHe prayed.â Ray shook his head. âWeird. Called God and Jesus. Vampires like Satan. I like Satan.â
I felt rage boil up in me and it was all I could do not to rip Rayâs throat out and toss him into a dumpster somewhere. Vamps do have a primitive side, I admit it. And when weâre riled . . . Donât make a vamp mad, thatâs what Iâm saying.
I paced the store until Iâd cooled down enough to speak. Satan worshiper. Excuse me, but just because I live forever and can drink blood doesnât mean Iâm a raving demon from hell. I was raised in a very religious household. Scary religious. And you donât just get over that. When I fell for an actor, my folks considered me a lost cause. After years of soul searching, Iâm pretty sure I answer to a higher power, not a lower one.
I took Rayâs water bottle and held his hand. Heâd unbuttoned his coat and I could see a student ID clipped to his belt. What was he studying? Dumbass 101?
âRaymond, youâre going to go home now. Youâre not going to remember anything about this night. But you are going to remember that vampires are good and kind. Vampires are God-fearing creatures, not demons from hell. Do you hear me, Raymond?â
Ray nodded.
âAnd, Raymond,â I couldnât resist, more my parentsâ child than Iâd ever admitted to them. âYou will love God, not Satan. Satan is bad. God loves you. And,â okay, I had my own agenda, âHe hates black lipstick.â
Ray nodded. âGod loves me. Hates black lipstick.â He rubbed his mouth on his black coat sleeve. He looked a fool with black smears on his face and I couldnât care less.
âYes. Good man.â I pulled him to his feet and led him to the door. I looked through the glass and saw Damian standing there. I threw the dead bolts and opened the door.
âWhoâs this?â My suave sophisticated seducer looked ready to tear the manâs head off. So Damian had his own primitive streak. Good to know.
âTell you in a minute.â I led Raymond to the curb. âWhereâs your car, Raymond?â
âDonât have one. Rode the bus.â
I glanced at my watch. âOh, hell, the buses arenât going to be running this time of night. Will you take him home, Damian?â The vamp-mobile was sitting at the curb, the motor still running.
âIâll take him home if youâll come with us.â
I looked up and down the street. No potential customers on the sidewalk, though the coffee bar next door had a few customers taking advantage of the Wi-Fi connections.
My first night and I had to close. Well, maybe I didnât have to. But I was tired, my feet ached and Damian had ridden to my rescue without question. If he wanted my company, I wasnât going to argue. Damian loaded Ray into the backseat. I locked up, stuck my keys in my pocket and settled in while Ray told Damian his address.
âHeâs still in a daze. I had to put him under.â
âI can see that. What happened?â
I told him as he drove through the nearly deserted streets. Ten minutes later, we pulled up in front of a ratty looking rooming house for students. Damian dragged Ray
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