Daylight - Book 1 (No Death for the Wicked) Read Online Free Page B

banks. Always an added bonus though, I can see it now, writing that out as a special talent on a job application. Local embezzler of blood .  
    The word Addiction is really what this is all about - a sweet ride for a short term effect on the victim, and quenching the need to feed for the vamp, which is only the beginning of a vicious cycle. The copses stack and the yard turns out to be a cramped up cemetery. The very word churns my stomach with bitterness. My jaw clenches and my lips curl in disgust. Mother dearest is definitely a hallmark card for junkies and the only thing I’ve learned is how I do not want to end up like her . I tuck my legs underneath me as I rest my head on the window. The skyline wavers with the descent of day. My still cold heart aches none the less, she was right about one thing, leaving meant I wouldn't see the light of day. Bitch.
    Months ago, I did however overhear her contacting someone for a lineup on a particular serum, called Daylight . Luckily, I wrote it down including the place she called, Solace. I stashed the note for future reference. Like a good daughter I ate my Wheaties and drank my daily dose of daylight, never really knowing what it was before. I went to school, hung out with friends, and partied my ass off every chance I got. The one girl I don't think I'll ever forget anytime soon is Sammie, just before I left she swears she placed a curse on half the town. I didn't stay long enough to find out what exactly she did and I wasn't going to ask. She fully believes she's a witch, and who am I to question it?
    Tired of the scenery, I decided to raise the stakes ( not literally ) on my life and clickety-clack out of that lame ole town. Solace, from what I hear, is an all out vamp town, a place to get your hands on anything you could want, a paradise, and a place to alleviate all your misfortunes. Humans populate there too, which makes it perfect. A unique coexistence, only they are completely blind to our kind.
    I stretch out my legs in the Sleeper compartment of the train, and start to put up my things, MP3 player, earbuds, and stack them inside my bag full of cash. We should be arriving at the station soon. The train whistle blows broadcasts the ending of my midnight trip.
    I don't ever remember feeling this stoked before, not even before Graham's party.  I feel the train shift and I lean slightly forward as it starts slowing down.  The first blush of light is not in sight yet, but I can feel the presence of daylight, and it's not that far away.  The train rolls into the station that is covered with concrete and florescent lighting.  Many solemn faces flash by my window as they wait for the train to stop, allowing me to get out, ending my day as they board and beginning theirs.
    I huff at a dark wavy strand of hair dangling in front of my eyes and hustle past the people. My overstuffed bag sways with each brisk footfall I take. I head straight to the bathrooms. My hyper-awareness makes me glare uneasily over my left shoulder as I pull the door open. A tall silhouette of a man lingers hauntingly in the distance. I pass it off as a payback from not feeding. My small bubble of hope in ever seeing Graham again hightailed it out of town just as he did. That night of the Halloween party, something changed between us. He discovered my fangs were real and he couldn't pop my cherry of life. I'm still numb from that kiss, it was the type of kiss that could take the self-righteousness right out of you, and have you hunger for the rapture of the seven deadly sins. 
    I chunk m y bag under the pedestal sink and take a look around. Red glazed-brick lined walls, a couple of oval beveled mirrors, and red clustered round lanterns hanging from the ceiling. I grip the sink with both hands and give myself a mental pat on the back for making it this far. My big brown dull eyes reflect back what I know already. I need to cater to my thirst, and soon. A loud commotion of noise directs my attention to