another supernatural adjective—Heath somehow managed to come out of it okeydoke. The theory being that some of his vampiric traits had lingered and protected him from total annihilation. Now Wanda and Heath were mated for life, too, due to some ritual involving a vein and some blood.
So now here they all were, one big, fat paranormal meeting of the minds.
“Casey?”
“What?”
“Are you okay?”
This time, she really had to rock the calm, but someone had to in the midst of all this lunacy. “Oh, I’m fine. It’s the fucked up trio that is you women I’m worried about. I find it sort of uncanny that you enable each other the way you do. It’s kind of cute to the extreme.”
Wanda swatted her hand. “Casey! Watch your language, and we’re not effed up. We’re telling you the truth.”
“In what alternate reality does your truth exist?”
Nina popped up off the couch, lifting her sharp chin up to pierce Casey with her olive black eyes. “That’s it, powder puff—I’ll show you fucked up—so fucked up you’ll slink off to a corner and curl up in the position you were in for nine goddamned months. Get ready to cry for your mama when you have a look at these !”
Before anyone could stop her, Nina hissed as her mouth became a gaping hole.
With lots of teeth.
Unlike jail, which hadn’t been anything like TV, Nina’s teeth—or fangs, if you will—bore a striking resemblance to the kind of teeth you did see on TV. On someone who was, like, say, Dracula.
In closing, that was when Casey officially slipped over the metaphoric edge she’d been teetering on since this night had begun.
And then she did what all sissified, namby-pamby girls do when they’re confronted with the suspension of their safe, warm realities.
She screamed.
CHAPTER 4
Nina clapped her hands over her ears. “Shut her the fuck up, Wanda, or I will!” she bellowed.
Wanda gave a hard yank to the length of nylon securing Casey’s wrist, jolting her with the strength of a linebacker, and catching her full attention. “Casey! Shhhhhhhhh . Nina’s ears are very sensitive to sound—especially the kind of caterwauling you’re doing. Vampires have superhearing. Knock it off!”
A fissure of pain shot up her arm and rooted in her shoulder. “Damn it, Wanda, that hurt,” she moaned, but it had nipped her full-on freak in the bud.
With her terror semi in check, Casey sprung to action—or as much action as one can spring to when they’re being held hostage by three fruitcakes and some Leggs. Tugging back, she flapped her one good hand at Wanda, pointing a finger at her in warning. “You stay away from me, Wanda Schwartz Jefferson were-vamp ! I don’t know what’s happened to you, or what kind of crap you’ve been up to with these two women, but keep them the hell away from me!” Wrapping her free hand around her wrist, Casey pulled, trying to free herself of the knot Wanda had tied like a Girl Scout.
Nina stuck a finger in her ear and wiggled it, looking to Wanda. “You do know she forced my hand, don’t you?”
“Jesus, Nina. Leave it to you to find the harshest possible way to introduce Casey to the paranormal. Sometimes—no wait, what am I thinking—almost all the time, you’re like a bulldozer with a vajayjay,” Marty jabbed.
Okay—she was out. Casey put her teeth to her wrist and began to tear at the nylons out of desperation, sticking her fingers under the tight knot Wanda had tied to try to free herself. If she levitated right out the window of this high-rise and sailed over Manhattan, it’d still be better than being in this room with these three women who apparently needed more psychiatric help than was available in the free world.
Wanda latched onto her forearm and snatched Casey’s fingers from her wrist while Marty jammed a finger between her teeth, and Nina tugged at her feet to keep her at eye level. “Casey! Get a grip. Please. Relax. If you don’t stop this right now, we can’t help
So now here they all were, one big, fat paranormal meeting of the minds.
“Casey?”
“What?”
“Are you okay?”
This time, she really had to rock the calm, but someone had to in the midst of all this lunacy. “Oh, I’m fine. It’s the fucked up trio that is you women I’m worried about. I find it sort of uncanny that you enable each other the way you do. It’s kind of cute to the extreme.”
Wanda swatted her hand. “Casey! Watch your language, and we’re not effed up. We’re telling you the truth.”
“In what alternate reality does your truth exist?”
Nina popped up off the couch, lifting her sharp chin up to pierce Casey with her olive black eyes. “That’s it, powder puff—I’ll show you fucked up—so fucked up you’ll slink off to a corner and curl up in the position you were in for nine goddamned months. Get ready to cry for your mama when you have a look at these !”
Before anyone could stop her, Nina hissed as her mouth became a gaping hole.
With lots of teeth.
Unlike jail, which hadn’t been anything like TV, Nina’s teeth—or fangs, if you will—bore a striking resemblance to the kind of teeth you did see on TV. On someone who was, like, say, Dracula.
In closing, that was when Casey officially slipped over the metaphoric edge she’d been teetering on since this night had begun.
And then she did what all sissified, namby-pamby girls do when they’re confronted with the suspension of their safe, warm realities.
She screamed.
CHAPTER 4
Nina clapped her hands over her ears. “Shut her the fuck up, Wanda, or I will!” she bellowed.
Wanda gave a hard yank to the length of nylon securing Casey’s wrist, jolting her with the strength of a linebacker, and catching her full attention. “Casey! Shhhhhhhhh . Nina’s ears are very sensitive to sound—especially the kind of caterwauling you’re doing. Vampires have superhearing. Knock it off!”
A fissure of pain shot up her arm and rooted in her shoulder. “Damn it, Wanda, that hurt,” she moaned, but it had nipped her full-on freak in the bud.
With her terror semi in check, Casey sprung to action—or as much action as one can spring to when they’re being held hostage by three fruitcakes and some Leggs. Tugging back, she flapped her one good hand at Wanda, pointing a finger at her in warning. “You stay away from me, Wanda Schwartz Jefferson were-vamp ! I don’t know what’s happened to you, or what kind of crap you’ve been up to with these two women, but keep them the hell away from me!” Wrapping her free hand around her wrist, Casey pulled, trying to free herself of the knot Wanda had tied like a Girl Scout.
Nina stuck a finger in her ear and wiggled it, looking to Wanda. “You do know she forced my hand, don’t you?”
“Jesus, Nina. Leave it to you to find the harshest possible way to introduce Casey to the paranormal. Sometimes—no wait, what am I thinking—almost all the time, you’re like a bulldozer with a vajayjay,” Marty jabbed.
Okay—she was out. Casey put her teeth to her wrist and began to tear at the nylons out of desperation, sticking her fingers under the tight knot Wanda had tied to try to free herself. If she levitated right out the window of this high-rise and sailed over Manhattan, it’d still be better than being in this room with these three women who apparently needed more psychiatric help than was available in the free world.
Wanda latched onto her forearm and snatched Casey’s fingers from her wrist while Marty jammed a finger between her teeth, and Nina tugged at her feet to keep her at eye level. “Casey! Get a grip. Please. Relax. If you don’t stop this right now, we can’t help
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