Annie of the Undead by Varian Wolf

Author:Varian Wolf
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampires, adventure, new orleans, ghosts, comedy, fantasy, paranormal, magic, supernatural, witches, werewolves, detroit, louisiana, vampire hunters, series, vampire romance, voodoo, book 1, undead, badass, nola, annie of the undead, vampire annie
Publisher: Varian Wolf

“So what’s a Grand Prix?” I asked as we wandered down to the river, my familiar stomping grounds. The area was busier for this time of night than I had yet seen it.

“Only the most thrilling experience a person can have –after vampire sex, of course.”

“Second Saturday of the month,” said Bobby, “They have an all-night festival at the flea market…”

“Dancing, music, libation…” helped Yoki.

“…We run the market from end to end…”

“No slowing down and no cutting out until you reach the street,” said Jeanne.

“…And we try not to kill anybody or get caught before we make it out the other side.”

“And how often do you make it?”

“Well,” said Yoki, “I usually make it, and Jeanne’s made it a couple of times. It’s easier being big.”

“It’s easier being small,” Jeanne amended.

“And Bobby hasn’t made it yet, but he’s going to tonight because he has a kiss from the sweet lips of a French damsel waiting for him, right Jeanne?”

“The offer is for one night only,” said she.

“Plus if anyone gets caught this time, he might find himself tucked neatly away in jail for the remainder of the evening.”

“Part of the new crackdown,” said Bobby. “They watch the place like hawks now,” he pushed his glasses up on his nose nervously.

“Any of you kids ever been to jail?” I asked.

“Not yet,” said Yoki, “But we haven’t tried it yet this semester. Things weren’t as rough last spring. Oh, and stop calling me a kid.”

“Stop looking like one. So who goes first?”

“Well, it’s harder to get through after someone else has already run it. People are watching. So we send people in reverse order to who made it through first last time. So last time, I made was first, so I’ll go last,” said Yoki, “And Jeanne was second, so she’s before me.”

“So it’s the Quail in the lead,” said Jeanne, tapping him in the shoulder with her fist.

“What about Dru?”

“Oh, Dru we just prop up against something until we’re done.”

“What about Annie?” asked Jeanne.

“I’ll take up the rear,” I said, “Give me a chance to watch how the pros do it.”

“You’ll be asking for heat,” warned Yoki.

I shrugged.

“Suit yourself.”

We propped Dru up against something, set Yoki’s gift to me in his/her lap for safe keeping, and headed for the starting line. We all lined up at one end of the enclosed market space and peered into the mouth of doom. The French Market was a pair of long buildings aligned end to end. A narrow walkway ran their length flanked by vendor stalls on either side. The tables were piled high with trinkets and wares of every sort, from collectible toys to Christmas ornaments to tools to tie-dyed clothing. The smell of hot food issued forth, telling that somewhere down that chute, as everywhere else in New Orleans, something savory was being offered for sale. Everywhere there were people, browsing the tables, clogging the doorway as those going in got in the way of those coming out. We were about to willingly go in against those currents, and I didn’t even have Short John on my tail.

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