they were seeing two half-naked people humping each other's legs off… a generally accepted and much revered ending to a chance encounter in a single's bar.
Meat market
, she corrected.
And definitely USDA Prime
!
Allison's tongue flicked against the twin punctures as the rushing stream of blood slowed to an ooze.
Not bad for a girl who used to like her hamburgers burnt to a…
Slowed?
Oh FUCK!
Allison strong-armed Buck away from her… and literally held him there. The six-foot-one, two-hundred pound Urban Cowboy was sagging worse than an old lady's boobs.
But he looked happy.
Head lolling to one side, eyes rolled up into the back of his skull, big shit-eating grin covering the lower half of his face,
Buck
suddenly whimpered and dribbled his wad effortlessly down the inside of her right thigh.
"Oh, yeah… you're the best… Dolores."
Whoever Dolores was, she must have been some lay.
Allison released her grip and watched the man crumple to the asphalt like a used condom.
"Oh, shit."
Collapsing back against the fence, Allison stared down at the dying man and lifted her hand slowly to her mouth. She took three nails down to the nub before noticing.
"Shit!" She said, slamming her fists against her naked thighs. "I'm fucking dead and I still bite my nails? I don't even get a break on getting rid of bad habits? This isn't FAIR!"
The memory of Seth's voice — so cool, so condescending — drifted back to her.
What made you think death would be any fairer than life?
Good of Seth.
"I hope he runs into a logging truck," she whispered.
Buck's moan snapped her back. Thanks to her now-perfect night vision, she could see that he was quickly fading to the color of old newsprint. Seth had told her…
Allison pressed her lips together, found them splattered with blood and greedily licked them clean.
Seth had told her…
something
about not draining a person all at once because… because…
Because in every DRACULA movie the victim had to be bitten three times in order for the vampire to gain control over that persons soul creating another member of the undead.
"Yes!"
Allison looked down at the "club's" newest potential member — and suddenly realized why Seth had taken off. Carrying another person is hard enough, but being stuck with someone who would be constantly underfoot and muscling in on your kills…
Now, if he'd been better
looking
…
"No. No way, nada, negative!"
"Do… me."
Shit, he was already making demands.
Squatting, Allison pressed her hand down against the man's chest and felt his heart struggling to keep body and soul together. But it wouldn't last much longer. And when he died he'd transform and she'd be stuck with him.
For all eternity.
A marriage truly made in Hell.
His heart skipped a beat and Allison cringed. When the weak fluttering started again she almost thanked God… but figured
that
would have only gotten her into more trouble.
Okay, she thought, how does one kill a Vampire? Given her present after-life-style, she hadn't thought it necessary to bring along wooden stakes the way she had always slipped a few condoms into her purse.
Just in case.
Okay, no stakes… so what else could she do? Dammit, she really should have spent more time
watching
those movies instead of making out or hiding behind her hands.
Let's see
, Allison thought,
how did Chris Lee bite the big one
? There was fire and drowning and sunlight and…
Allison cringed. None of them sounded all that pleasant given
her
present circumstances.
Buck's heart started hiccupping. Okay… he was still alive (if only for the moment) and if she killed him
while
he was still alive that meant he wouldn't necessarily turn into a vampire once he
was
dead.
Right?
Closing the man's egg-white
(but alive)
eyes, Allison hooked the tip of her nails into the holes on his neck and ripped his throat out.
Now he looked like he'd been attacked by a werewolf.
"Buck?"
Allison lay her hand back across his chest and felt absolutely