My Haunted Blender's Gay Love Affair, and Other Twisted Tales by Abigail Roux

Author:Abigail Roux [Tenino, Abigail Roux;Andrea Speed;Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Published: 2014-08-07T00:00:00+00:00

At nightfall we headed off to the Mouth of the Dragon, although we stayed on the werewolf side of the street, hidden in an alley between a closed leather accessories store and a dry cleaners. The vamps knew we were there—they could smell us—but wouldn’t much care, as long as we stayed on our side of the street.

Mustafa arrived five minutes later than he was supposed to, but he got in the club, despite his green and yellow Hawaiian shirt, which was pretty much the anti–dress code of the place. We could feel the music pulsing through the street, but it was indistinct enough that I couldn’t tell if it was the Bloody Mondays or not. They were shitty, whoever they were, so it was certainly a possibility.

We’d been waiting out there for maybe five minutes when Sakari asked, “So are we waiting for a signal?”

“No. He’ll go in, find out what he can, and come out. They wouldn’t let him stay long anyways.”

“Why not? He’s a vampire.”

“A vampire who doesn’t drink blood. Also, have you seen his taste in shirts? The cool kids won’t stand for him at their table very long.”

But when ten more minutes passed, I began to wonder if everybody in the club was too smashed to notice Mustafa. Or had they noticed and grabbed him right away? At what point did I try and crash it? And could I even set foot inside the doorway before I was kicked down the block?

I was starting to get a creepy feeling about it when a familiar but totally unexpected voice asked, “So what are we looking at?”

We both jumped, but I also groaned inwardly, as I knew damn well who had just come upon us. Why was a different story. “Jesus, Fang, give a were a warning, huh?”

I turned to see Fang standing there casually, hands in his pockets, looking beyond us to see if there was anything happening at the club. “What? I figured you’d know me by the scent of my cologne by now.” He looked Sakari over, sizing him up. “You smell different.”

Sakari raised an eyebrow at that. “Excuse me?”

“What kinda were are you? Can’t tell by scent.”

Sakari crossed his arms over his chest. “Who the hell are you?”

Fang smirked, clearly finding this amusing. Before it escalated, I introduced them. “Sakari, this is . . . an acquaintance of mine, Fang. Fang, this is a friend of mine, Sakari. He’s new here, but don’t mess with him. He’s a weremamba.”

“A what now?”

“Black mamba. You know, the snake.”

Fang’s eyes widened, and I was strangely gratified to see it. “Holy shit! Those fuckers are super poisonous, aren’t they?”

“From what I understand, yeah,” I agreed.

Sakari looked between us, as if suspicious, and asked Fang, “So you can’t tell what kind of were he is?”

He shook his head. “I only know what he ain’t. Some animals have pretty memorable smells, but others are just too general or too weird.”

“With a name like Fang, I assume you’re a vampire?”

“No, with a name like Fang, I’m Chinese.

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