Fangs for Nothing (Vampire Hunting and Other Foolish Endeavors) Read Online Free

manners and a college education. I, on the other hand, wanted to go and do whatever I felt like doing, which I pretty much did if I could afford it. With that said, I’d always been an “A” student and had a part-time job. I’d never even been close to getting a girl “in trouble” unfortunately. And besides trying a little pot, I was living drug free in America. Okay, so I drank. Sue me. I had to have some vices. America was fooling itself with the whole 21 being the legal age for drinking, anyway. I didn’t know of a kid in our class that didn’t imbibe at least at parties and stuff. The way I saw it, at seventeen, I was legal to drink in most of Europe. Really, I was just trying to be more international.
    After a while, I could tell Grandma wanted to get back to her shows, so I wolfed down the rest of my pot roast and wandered off to my bedroom. I logged on to my dial-up account and waited for a connection. That’s right, dial-up. There was no way Grandma was going to pay to get broadband for something she essentially considered a fancy toy. I’d tried explaining to her a million times that I needed the Internet to get into a good college, but she wasn’t having any of it. I tried pointing out that with cable television she’d have a lot more programs. Still no. That’s why I paid for dial-up out of my wages from working at Auntie Agatha’s Pretzels in the mall. The job pretty much sucked. Unless I was working with Rini, of course. She had recently been promoted to assistant manager, which meant she did the scheduling most of the time and made sure to put us on the same shifts when she could.
    There was an instant message waiting for me as soon as I’d managed to log on.
    Bar-B-Trix: You there?
    Sherbert : Just logged in.
    Bar-B-Trix: Any guff from Grandma?
    Sherbert: No. I’m not even sure she realizes how long I’ve been gone.
    Bar-B-Trix: That’s good. I guess...
    Sherbert: You grounded?
    Bar-B-Trix: Yep.
    Rini’s parents didn’t feel as flexible about their daughter disappearing for four days as my grandmother. Especially her taking off with two guys, even though we were all strictly platonic. I had my suspicions that Rini would like her relationship with Xander to be much more than friends, but she never said anything about it to me.
    Sherbert:  Still going to Young Lords?
    Bar-B-Trix:  You bet your combat boots.
    Sherbert:  How long are you grounded for?
    Bar-B-Trix:  For this offense or grand total?
    Sherbert:  Grand total.
    Rini kept a log of how long her parents grounded her and how much time she ’d actually served.
    Bar-B-Trix:  Closing in on two years.
    Sherbert:  You’ll be in college.
    Bar-B-Trix:  I’ll have to stay in my dorm room.
    Sherbert:  What’cha think of SF?
    Bar-B-Trix:  It was okay. Pretty cool, I guess. Except for the poo.
    Sherbert:  They should make fertilizer.
    Bar-B-Trix:  Impossible. Dog poo kills any plant it touches.
    I did a quick Google search while we were chatting , and it turns out she was right. Dog poo is surprisingly toxic.
    Sherbert:  Think there’re vamps in L.A.?
    Bar-B-Trix:  No.
    Sherbert:  Where are they, then?
    Bar-B-Trix:  Washington State?
    Sherbert:  That’s right, Bella.
    Bar-B-Trix:  Fuck off.
    Sherbert:  Not very ladylike of you.
    Bar-B-Trix:  Please, fuck off.
    Sherbert:  Much better.
    My laptop informed me that a new person wanted to chat.
    Xan-Z-Bar:  What are you and Rini talking about?
    Sherbert:  You.
    Xan-Z-Bar:  Naturally. She grounded?
    Sherbert:  Naturally.
    Xan-Z-Bar:  She still going to Young Lords?
    Rini interrupted.
    Bar-B-Trix:  Are you IMing Xander? STOP FAVORING HIM!
    Sherbert:  He paid for my ticket.
    Bar-B-Trix:  But I make your work schedule.
    Sherbert:  You’re being a bully.
    Xander sensed that I was taking too long of a pause in my typing.
    Xan-Z-Bar:  STOP FAVORING RINI!
    Sherbert:  That’s just what she said.
    Xan-Z-Bar:  I’m the one who paid for your ticket.
    Sherbert:  That’s