The look of surprise almost made the reappearance of the glow stick eyes worth it. "What do you know about vampires?"
Snorting I stepped closer. "Do you have fangs?" Before he could stop me I pulled his top lip back to examine his teeth, much like a veterinarian would look at a dogs. "Those are terribly unimpressive."
"Aria!" He glared down at me his fangs fully extended. "Stop touching me!"
"Like grandma's gonna stop me now." I taunted flicking him on the nose. "As a vampire did that hurt?"
"No, but it's annoying!" Grabbing the neck of my jacket he lifted me up dangling my a good foot off the ground.
"Can you fly." I asked grinning down at my thoroughly ticked off Uncle. "I saw this one vampire take off from the roof like freaking Superman."
And just like that I was on the ground the bottom of my skirt soaking up the muddy water coating the wet grass.
"What vampires do you know?" Tate's face went white which was quite the feet as he was pretty pasty before.
Shaking my head I stood up. "None really in fact I wasn't even sure until I saw your eye and-," I watched his shoulders. "You're not breathing."
"You said you saw a vampire fly." He gritted his teeth, I narrowed my eyes I wondered if his fangs retracted at will. "Aria!"
"Right." I jumped. "You remember my epic nosebleed dreams?"
He nodded his head. "Mama said you had some sort of sleeping disorder in one of her letters."
"Well those dream followed the very dirty exploits of some vampire." I wiped water from my eyes. "I thought it was all just apart of a very strange subconscious but if you really are a vampire then Mr. Mysterious man might exist."
My head ran threw all the scenarios of meeting the man that was quite literally the 'man of my dreams.'
"You're telling me you dream about vampires." Tate asked me incredulously.
I smiled sharply back at him. "Pot and kettle, bat boy."
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He was screaming. Bolted down with shiny silver cuffs the lady with pink hair poured melted silver down the length of his naked body.
"You'll be my fifth kill this month." The lady's eyes glowed yellow in the brightly lit room. "But you should feel special." She leaned in and whispered in the man's ear. "You just popped my vampire cherry."
"Always obliged." He man growled at the lady.
"We are going to have so much fun."
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"Las Vegas." Gasping upright I gagged at the sticky metallic liquid coating my throat. "What is that?"
My stomach clenched as I vomited all over my father's burial plot. I glared up at Tate who stood watching me, stunned. "Was that what I think it was?"
He held his hand tight to his chest.
"Who thinks of doing that?" I shouted getting to my feet. "That is gross!"
"Does that happen often?" Tate's eyebrows were cast down.
"No." I spat. "People don't randomly feed me blood." I paused. "Is it a vampire thing?"
"Yes, its a vampire thing." Gritting his teeth he took a deep breath. "How often do you faint and hemorrhage from your face?"
"Thats new." A sharp pain cut threw my head throbbing in between my eyes. "Dude, that vampier I dream of is in trouble."
"The one you have dreams about?"
"Yes." I snapped. "You need to go save him."
Indecision flashed over his face before he took a cell phone from his pocket. "Where is this guy?"
"Las Vegas there should be a locked hatch were the old Castaway hotel used to be." I mumbled as the throbbing got worse. Closing my eyes I listened to Tate talked on his phone.
"Trent are you still at Charleston Base?...I need you to check on something."