way inside the house.
Dennis, who was dressed in some cheap polyester security guard uniform, scowled like he'd just eaten a rotten lemon.
"Now look, Henry," Dennis shouted. "I went there, and I tried.
I really did. But I'm not going to risk becoming one of the undead myself. Her new boyfriend was pretty pissed, and he's one scary dude."
Henry rolled his eyes. "The vampire's name is Krysis, and he has no interest in turning you into a vampire, trust me. He wanted your girlfriend, and he got her. Now he's turned her into a monster, and frankly, I'm surprised you don't give a shit."
"I do give a shit!" Dennis replied, throwing his hands in the air. "But I already told you, I can't kill her because she's being protected by that scary guy."
"Sooo," Henry said, dragging the word out a little longer than necessary, "you're just planning to let her stay one of the undead forever and ever."
"What the hell else can I do?"
"You can try again," Henry offered.
"No way, man, no way."
"I thought you loved her. I guess I was wrong. My mistake." Henry turned around and opened the door.
"I do love her, but this situation is messed up, man!"
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Henry sighed. This big dope was turning out to be more trouble than even the vampires were. "What if I make it easy for you? I have some explosives you can rig up to the house.
The blast will be strong enough to kill her, the head vamp, and anyone else with them. How much easier could that be?
You don't even have to get your hands dirty. What do you say?"
Dennis chewed his lip. "I don't know. I guess so. But I don't have any training in explosives. What do I do?"
"It's easy as pie. I'll show you some pointers and even write down all the instructions for you. So do we have a deal?"
"I don't know, man," Dennis said. "It just seems kind of wrong."
Henry placed his hand on the other man's shoulder. "It's not murder, Dennis. She's already dead. You went to her funeral, remember?"
Dennis nodded. "I guess you're right."
"Of course I am. You're going to be a hero when this is all done, Dennis. Just focus on that, and try not to think too much."
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Chapter Seventeen
They had just arrived back from the evening's hunt when Sin noticed it first. She stared at the wires stretched across the bottom of the garage door and was immediately suspicious. Blackjack got out and was just about to trip one of the wires when Sin grabbed his jacket and made him stop.
"What's with you?" he asked, frowning down at the hand still restraining him.
Krysis came over and gave her a curious look.
She met her lover's stare. "Something's wrong," she said.
Sin gestured down at the trip wires only an inch from the ground. "I don't remember those wires being there when we left."
Krysis crouched down to get a closer look. "That's because they weren't there when we left."
Kat parked her motorcycle in the driveway and joined them by the door. "What's going on?"
"A booby trap," Krysis said. "The only question is who set it up and why?"
"Must be those damn ghouls," Blackjack said.
Krysis stood up and began tracing the wires with his eyes.
"I don't know. Seems a little too sophisticated for them.
Maybe it's your old boyfriend." He stole a glance at Sin.
Dennis? Could he be capable of creating a booby trap?
Well, he did read some odd books, so he certainly wasn't beyond suspicion. "I thought you scared him off. You still think he's trying to kill me?" Sin asked Krysis.
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"I think those ghouls are still keeping after him to kill you, yeah."
They followed the wires behind the garage, where a body lay slumped on the floor. His right hand and part of his left had been blown off. Even though the body lay in a pool of blood from the hand injuries, the face was intact, and Sin recognized Dennis immediately. She rushed over and checked him to see if he was still alive, but
Dennis, who was dressed in some cheap polyester security guard uniform, scowled like he'd just eaten a rotten lemon.
"Now look, Henry," Dennis shouted. "I went there, and I tried.
I really did. But I'm not going to risk becoming one of the undead myself. Her new boyfriend was pretty pissed, and he's one scary dude."
Henry rolled his eyes. "The vampire's name is Krysis, and he has no interest in turning you into a vampire, trust me. He wanted your girlfriend, and he got her. Now he's turned her into a monster, and frankly, I'm surprised you don't give a shit."
"I do give a shit!" Dennis replied, throwing his hands in the air. "But I already told you, I can't kill her because she's being protected by that scary guy."
"Sooo," Henry said, dragging the word out a little longer than necessary, "you're just planning to let her stay one of the undead forever and ever."
"What the hell else can I do?"
"You can try again," Henry offered.
"No way, man, no way."
"I thought you loved her. I guess I was wrong. My mistake." Henry turned around and opened the door.
"I do love her, but this situation is messed up, man!"
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Henry sighed. This big dope was turning out to be more trouble than even the vampires were. "What if I make it easy for you? I have some explosives you can rig up to the house.
The blast will be strong enough to kill her, the head vamp, and anyone else with them. How much easier could that be?
You don't even have to get your hands dirty. What do you say?"
Dennis chewed his lip. "I don't know. I guess so. But I don't have any training in explosives. What do I do?"
"It's easy as pie. I'll show you some pointers and even write down all the instructions for you. So do we have a deal?"
"I don't know, man," Dennis said. "It just seems kind of wrong."
Henry placed his hand on the other man's shoulder. "It's not murder, Dennis. She's already dead. You went to her funeral, remember?"
Dennis nodded. "I guess you're right."
"Of course I am. You're going to be a hero when this is all done, Dennis. Just focus on that, and try not to think too much."
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Chapter Seventeen
They had just arrived back from the evening's hunt when Sin noticed it first. She stared at the wires stretched across the bottom of the garage door and was immediately suspicious. Blackjack got out and was just about to trip one of the wires when Sin grabbed his jacket and made him stop.
"What's with you?" he asked, frowning down at the hand still restraining him.
Krysis came over and gave her a curious look.
She met her lover's stare. "Something's wrong," she said.
Sin gestured down at the trip wires only an inch from the ground. "I don't remember those wires being there when we left."
Krysis crouched down to get a closer look. "That's because they weren't there when we left."
Kat parked her motorcycle in the driveway and joined them by the door. "What's going on?"
"A booby trap," Krysis said. "The only question is who set it up and why?"
"Must be those damn ghouls," Blackjack said.
Krysis stood up and began tracing the wires with his eyes.
"I don't know. Seems a little too sophisticated for them.
Maybe it's your old boyfriend." He stole a glance at Sin.
Dennis? Could he be capable of creating a booby trap?
Well, he did read some odd books, so he certainly wasn't beyond suspicion. "I thought you scared him off. You still think he's trying to kill me?" Sin asked Krysis.
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"I think those ghouls are still keeping after him to kill you, yeah."
They followed the wires behind the garage, where a body lay slumped on the floor. His right hand and part of his left had been blown off. Even though the body lay in a pool of blood from the hand injuries, the face was intact, and Sin recognized Dennis immediately. She rushed over and checked him to see if he was still alive, but
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