See, the Fiends had attacked me outside of Kahn's Mongolian Barbeque (this was long
before I knew what a Fiend was). And like a good citizen, I reported the assault to the
police. Nick had helped me look through mug shots, and we'd shared a Milky Way. That
was it. The big romance. It was only after I rose from the dead (after getting creamed by a
Pontiac Aztec) that I put two and two together.
Not that Nick knew any of this, and not that I had any plans to enlighten the good
detective.
"They're not letting anybody talk to her," he was saying, bringing me back to the present
with a yank. "But I want to talk to you."
My heart instantly went out to him. Sure, I loved Jessica as much as I loved Sinclair and
Manolo Blahniks. But she and Nick had gotten pretty tight over the last few months. This
couldn't be easy for him, either.
"Sure, Nicky, honey." I took his elbow and led him out into the hall. "What's on your
mind?"
"In here," he said, gesturing to another room. I stepped in after him and saw it was an
empty patient's room. "Put the baby on the bed."
Somewhat puzzled, I did so. Babyjon never twitched, bless him. Maybe Nick needed a
hug? Maybe—oh God no—he was going to make a pass at me? Maybe he was only going
out with Jessica because he couldn't have me! Oh my God! Like things couldn't
get worse! Should I let him? Should I knock him out? Should I kill him and tell Jessica he
got hit by a bus?
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) I turned to him and began, "Nick, listen, I don't think you're in your right—"
I stopped talking as I realized something cold and hard was pressed under my chin.
His nine millimeter Sig Sauer. (There were advantages to growing up with a mother who
was an expert in small arms.)
"You're not going out with Jessica to get to me, ire you?" I managed, so totally shocked
that he had drawn his police-issued firearm and tucked it under my chin before I had time
to realize that I couldn't move, much less slap the gun away. I was more shocked by the
look in his eyes: flat rage.
"Betsy. I like you a lot. Even before you died, I liked you. But if you let Jessica die of this
thing, I will shoot you in the face. I'll empty the whole clip between your pretty green
eyes. I don't know much about vampires, but I bet it'll be tough for you to grow your brain
back. Such as it is."
My jaw sagged in shock; the gun never wavered. "You—youknew ?" Once Jessica got
over the new chemo round, I was going to kill her! "And what's that supposed to mean,
'such as it—
"Of course I knew," he said impatiently. "I've known since that taxi driver gave his
report—you remember. About a gorgeous blond woman who chased off a vampire and
picked his car up with two fingers?"
"But—but—but—"
"Why didn't I say anything? Because you all took such great pains to keep it from me. If
Jessica had wanted me to know, she would have told me. And I was content to wait. And
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) then this—this thing happened to her. And that was the end of the waiting. So in case you
missed it the first time: if you sit by and let this happen, I will make you regret the day you
ever met me."
"Already regretting," I gurgled, since he was digging the barrel of his gun pretty tightly
into my chin. "I already asked her if I could turn her."
"Then what the fuck are you waiting for? For her to vomit until she dies like Karen
Carpenter? For her to be more miserable? For her to rupture the lining of her throat? For
the chemo to kill more healthy cells?"
"Owwwww!" I complained, because boy, he was really grinding the Sig into my chin. "I'm
not waiting for anything, Detective Demento. She said no. And that was that."
"So? You're stronger, faster than us. You can make us believe something . . . or forget." I
should have I icon super pissed, but
before I knew what a Fiend was). And like a good citizen, I reported the assault to the
police. Nick had helped me look through mug shots, and we'd shared a Milky Way. That
was it. The big romance. It was only after I rose from the dead (after getting creamed by a
Pontiac Aztec) that I put two and two together.
Not that Nick knew any of this, and not that I had any plans to enlighten the good
detective.
"They're not letting anybody talk to her," he was saying, bringing me back to the present
with a yank. "But I want to talk to you."
My heart instantly went out to him. Sure, I loved Jessica as much as I loved Sinclair and
Manolo Blahniks. But she and Nick had gotten pretty tight over the last few months. This
couldn't be easy for him, either.
"Sure, Nicky, honey." I took his elbow and led him out into the hall. "What's on your
mind?"
"In here," he said, gesturing to another room. I stepped in after him and saw it was an
empty patient's room. "Put the baby on the bed."
Somewhat puzzled, I did so. Babyjon never twitched, bless him. Maybe Nick needed a
hug? Maybe—oh God no—he was going to make a pass at me? Maybe he was only going
out with Jessica because he couldn't have me! Oh my God! Like things couldn't
get worse! Should I let him? Should I knock him out? Should I kill him and tell Jessica he
got hit by a bus?
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) I turned to him and began, "Nick, listen, I don't think you're in your right—"
I stopped talking as I realized something cold and hard was pressed under my chin.
His nine millimeter Sig Sauer. (There were advantages to growing up with a mother who
was an expert in small arms.)
"You're not going out with Jessica to get to me, ire you?" I managed, so totally shocked
that he had drawn his police-issued firearm and tucked it under my chin before I had time
to realize that I couldn't move, much less slap the gun away. I was more shocked by the
look in his eyes: flat rage.
"Betsy. I like you a lot. Even before you died, I liked you. But if you let Jessica die of this
thing, I will shoot you in the face. I'll empty the whole clip between your pretty green
eyes. I don't know much about vampires, but I bet it'll be tough for you to grow your brain
back. Such as it is."
My jaw sagged in shock; the gun never wavered. "You—youknew ?" Once Jessica got
over the new chemo round, I was going to kill her! "And what's that supposed to mean,
'such as it—
"Of course I knew," he said impatiently. "I've known since that taxi driver gave his
report—you remember. About a gorgeous blond woman who chased off a vampire and
picked his car up with two fingers?"
"But—but—but—"
"Why didn't I say anything? Because you all took such great pains to keep it from me. If
Jessica had wanted me to know, she would have told me. And I was content to wait. And
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) then this—this thing happened to her. And that was the end of the waiting. So in case you
missed it the first time: if you sit by and let this happen, I will make you regret the day you
ever met me."
"Already regretting," I gurgled, since he was digging the barrel of his gun pretty tightly
into my chin. "I already asked her if I could turn her."
"Then what the fuck are you waiting for? For her to vomit until she dies like Karen
Carpenter? For her to be more miserable? For her to rupture the lining of her throat? For
the chemo to kill more healthy cells?"
"Owwwww!" I complained, because boy, he was really grinding the Sig into my chin. "I'm
not waiting for anything, Detective Demento. She said no. And that was that."
"So? You're stronger, faster than us. You can make us believe something . . . or forget." I
should have I icon super pissed, but
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