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and I want to fuck her again, but first I should relay some of my knowledge. “Do you have any questions about you becoming a vampire?”
    “Oh, yes.” She tilts her head, her forehead scrunched up in thought. “How do I turn into a bat?”
    I don’t want to know why she has a need to turn into a flying rodent. “You don’t. That’s a myth.”
    “Says who?” Her finely arched eyebrows shoot up toward her hairline. “I thought vampires were myths too, and clearly that’s wrong.”
    “I know,” I tell her with complete confidence in my answer. I’ve been around for over a thousand years, and I’ve never heard of any vampire turning into a bat.
    “How could you know that, smartie pants?” Her green eyes sparkle with humor. “Have you tried? I mean, really tried, not a casual maybe-I’ll-become-a-bat-today half-assed attempt, but made a concentrated effort at full, glorious batdom?”
    I smile, and this time I must have successfully captured the expression because she laughs, patting my bare chest. Her love tap awakens my napping cock, and I flip her onto her back, stopping any additional silly questions with a deep, long, thorough kiss.
     

 
     
     
    05 Charlotte’s Journal
     
    Viktor has some big vampire meeting to attend, and he’ll be gone all night, he said. He assumes, no, he told me I’ll be staying home.
    And I do… for a while, but I’m not really good at doing what I’m told, and I’m used to spending nights at the shop, and I’m not about to let my mom’s pan be tossed into the garbage which I suspect will be its grisly future if I don’t interfere.
    I pull on one of Viktor’s huge black dress shirts as my yellow blouse is covered with bloodstains and smells like ricotta cheese six months past the best before date. Viktor’s designer shirt stretches tightly across my big breasts, and gathers around my even larger hips. His skinny ass pants don’t fit so I pair it with my green skirt, and I’m good to go. I won’t win any fashion awards, but as I don’t plan to be seen, that’s okay.
    I exit the sprawling mansion, which must have cost a zillion dollars ’cause it is smack dab in the middle of downtown. I don’t have any keys so I leave the door unlocked. I’m not too worried about this, as a criminal would have to be really stupid to mess with the two blood-sucking vampires now living there.
    If a thief does break in, I hope it is the same asswipe who shot me. I’m not normally a violent person, but I would drink that idiot’s blood happily. He totally wrecked my cupcake world domination plans, and he left me to die, not knowing Viktor would save me. That wasn’t very nice.
    As I hurry toward my shop, I stick to the gloom of the shadows. I don’t need light to see because my eyesight is now off the charts exceptional. I can see the intricate ironwork on the local tavern’s back door as clearly as if it were broad daylight.
    Bats maneuver well in the dark also, so I suspect Viktor is wrong about the bat thing. Rumors tend to be based in some sort of fact. I am so going to attempt the transformation, as bat shifting would be a cool superpower to have.
    I see the boards nailed over the broken window, the closed sign, and the sidewalk filled with flowers and teddy bears, and I stumble, kicking a loose piece of pavement across the street, the sound shockingly loud. There are posters offering a reward for more information, and it touches me that someone cares so much about me.
    I also feel guilty, because I’m not truly missing. I know where I am. I’ve spent the last few days banging the living… ummm… the undead daylights out of a hunky vampire. This someone is worrying for nothing.
    I duck under the happy yellow police tape, lift the door handle up and to the right, releasing the defective lock I bought at a steep discount, and slip into my shop.
    The alarm beeps, the red light flashing. I tap in the code, but the beeping continues. The landlady must have changed the