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impatiently.
    When Brittany and I left, Goth Girl muttered, “Finally. Fucking mundanes. Aren’t you missing American Idol? ”
    “Aren’t you missing the muzzle to go with that dog collar?” Brittany shot back. “Better yet, do us all a favor and get one that covers your whole face.”
    I took her by the arm and steered her out as Goth Girl shouted profanities.
    “Did you hear what she called us?” Brittany said. “Mundanes. Do you know what that means?”
    “People who are not members of her subculture. Which we are not. Unless you want to be part of a group that thinks fishnets go well with army boots.”
    “She’s not going to leave that poor guy alone, you know,” she said as Goth Girl tagged along after Adair. “She’ll be on him like a leech for the rest of the night. We can’t let that happen.”
    “Yes, I believe we can.”
    “We shouldn’t. It’s wrong.”
    “All right. We’ll follow them as a stalking lesson. But no fighting. If she won’t leave, I’ll cut in and distract her, and you’ll lead him away.”
    Brittany sighed. “You know, for a vampire, Zoe, you can be killer dull.”
    “So I’ve been told.”
    As we stalked Adair and Goth Girl, I pondered the political correctness of that label. Did they still refer to themselves as Goths? That seemed very 1985. I was sure the terminology had changed. I’d have to check up on that. If you’re going to blithely slap labels on people, you should at least know the right ones. For now, Goth Girl she was.
    She wasn’t pestering Dr. Adair overly much. Just walking with him, asking questions, which he seemed happy enough to answer. There’s a certain ego appeal to having someone hanging on your every word. It didn’t hurt that — once you got past the bad dye job and worse fashion sense — the girl was actually cute. Not my type — I prefer blond hair and pink lipstick — but I couldn’t blame Dr. Adair for enjoying her company. I had a feeling she’d be joining him for that drink. Maybe more. Whatever the end result, Brittany was getting a hunting lesson, and that was always worthwhile.
    Goth Girl and Dr. Adair were heading for the parking building, where he said he needed to drop off his bag. The girl suggested a shortcut, in a way that had him trotting eagerly after her.
    I tugged the back of Brittany’s jacket. “You’re too young for that kind of lesson.”
    “I’m seventeen, Zoe. I know all about sex.”
    “Sex, yes. Screwing behind buildings with strangers, no.”
    “I’ll stop when clothes start coming off.”
    Considering Goth Girl was wearing a miniskirt, the removal of clothing would not be necessary in this instance. But before I could say so, Brittany took off, creeping along as Goth Girl and Dr. Adair cut between two buildings.
    “Can I ask you a question about the list?” Goth Girl’s voice drifted back.
    “Of course.”
    “Why didn’t I get on it?”
    “Hmm?”
    “I sent you my qualifications. You rejected me.”
    “It’s not a rejection, my dear. There are very strict criteria for the list. While there are thousands of adherents to the basic tenets of vampirism — avoiding the sun and drinking blood — the list only contains those who are medically—”
    “I sent you a doctor’s note.”
    “And I’m sure I attempted to verify it. Having met you, though, I’m happy to review—”
    “I want on that list, Doctor. I’m a vampire. And I can prove it.”
    Adair shrieked. Brittany was already running. I raced after her.
    Goth Girl had Adair up against the wall and was going for his jugular with her fangs. Fangs that flashed silver in the moonlight.
    Brittany charged and hit her in the side. Goth Girl went flying. She hit the ground and lay there in a huddle, whimpering. I motioned for Brittany to watch her as I helped Adair to his feet. He’d slid to the ground when the girl released him and sat there, staring in shock. As I bent over him, Brittany turned her back on her opponent. Before I could