morganville-vampires

Well, friend, I don__ know about your tastes, but I tend to like it very bloody,_ Myrnin said. He shifted position, dragging Claire along like a rag doll without any effort at all. __ave we been introduced?___robably not. Why, are you asking me out, sweetheart?___ou__e not my type, darling. Is this one yours?___o,_ Frank said, and looked at Shane, just in a quick flicker. __et__ say she__ a friend of the family.

Claire said. __ might be able to get him to stop._ __ho, crazy dude? Maybe. Or he might pull your head off,_ Shane said. __ kind of worry.__he couldn__ help but smile. __eah?___ little bit.___hat__ _nice.__e studied her, and returned the smile. __eah,_ he said. __ind of is, actually.

Claire found herself staring at his feet, which were in bunny slippers. Myrnin looked down. "What?" he asked. "They're quite comfortable." He lifted on to look at it, and the ears wobbled in the air. "Of course they are," she said. Just when she thought Myrnin was getting his mental act together, he'd do something like that. Or maybe he was just messing with her. He liked to do that, and his dark eyes were fixed on her now, assessing just how weirded-out she was. Which, on the grade scale of zero to Myrnin, wasn't much.

I__ faster than the rest of you, if .. Because I__ a vampire,_ Michael said, and it was some kind of breakthrough for him to say that. __f you get in trouble, I__l be there.___ice,_ Shane said. ____ warming up to this bloodsucking thing, Mikey.___o, you__e not.___kay, no, I__ not, but right now let__ pretend I am.

Yes," he said. "I am sure. I double-checked everything after you went home yesterday. I even made a few improvements, just in case." The first part of that reassured her. The second part... not so much. "What kind of improvements?" "Oh, nothing, really. Mostly just streamlining. You really did very well; I certainly don't want you to think that I am one of those people who has to be in control all the- Oh, well, I suppose that's actually true- I do have to be in control all the time. But only because I am in charge, of course.

I think so,_ she [Claire] said. __ust watch your back, okay?_ __ah, Michael__ got mine._ He [Shane] looked straight into her eyes.____e got yours.

But that quickly faded, and he frowned. "You're bleeding," he said. "What happened?"Claire sighed and held up her wrist to show him the bandage. "Man, you would be so embarrassed if I said it was something else." Michael looked blank. "I'm a girl, Michael, it could have been all natural, you know. Tampons?

Me neither,_ Shane put in. __omie don__ play that.___ wonder, sometimes, if your generation speaks English at all,_ Amelie said.

Shane looked_pale. Pale and shaken and__ow predictable was this?__issed.

Shane dragged Eve's suitcase into the room and dumped it on the floor beside her bed. __ey, Dark Princess? Here__ your crap. Also, bite me.

Scoot over, man. I don't like you that much." "Dick. That's not what you said last night.""Bite me.

He's named you heir apparent to the Apocalypse. Congratulations.

Well, I can throw a mean comeback, so there's that. I will crush them on wit.

I'm not obliged to defend your dignity. Provided you have any.

Amelie seemed to focus on her again. For a few seconds she regarded her, frowning, and then smiled just a little. "So I recall," she said. "Not all wars are waged with bullets and swords, indeed. Some are wars of wills and ideas. It's good we both remember that." The smile faded. "But not all ideas win the war, and not all wills are strong enough. Darkness can descend so easily.

We're clear," she said. "You're kind of a psycho. I get that

Any fool can kill. It takes genius to create.

Did you talk to him about it?""Oh, sure. Nothing happened, yadda yadda. The usual. But my maydar went off like crazy.""Maydar?""As in, he may be thinking about super hot sex with her. Like radar, only not as sure.