The Morganville Vampires 07 - Fade Out by Rachel Caine

Author:Rachel Caine [Caine, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePub Bud (www.epubbud.com)
Published: 2009-11-01T16:00:00+00:00

“Yeah, we’re serious.” Claire said it flatly, trying not to imagine what Shane might say to the same question. He didn’t like to commit. He was committed; he just didn’t like to go on the record. “You been filming anywhere else?”

“Sure, all over,” Kim said. “Why, you want to see?”

“No. Just curious. What are you planning to do with it?”

“You’ve seen Borat? Yeah, kind of like that—sort of a mockumentary.” Kim gave a one-shoulder shrug, focused on whatever was playing on the tiny screen of her camcorder. “Only with vampires.”

“You’re filming the vampires.”

“Well, not officially. It’s a hobby.”

It was a dangerous hobby, but Claire guessed Kim knew that. “Just don’t film me, okay?”

“Seriously? I’ll make you a star!”

“I don’t want to be a star.”

As she walked away, Kim said plaintively, “But everybody wants to be a star!”

8

The rest of the day passed quietly enough. Claire dropped in to see Eve at the coffee shop, but all Eve could talk about was the play, how cool it all was, how she was so going to rock as Blanche DuBois, and how she had this plan to wear a black skull-patterned slip instead of the white one that the costume people wanted . . . and when she wasn’t enthusing about the play, she was all about Kim. Kim, Kim, Kim.

“Cool necklace,” Claire said, out of desperation, and pointed at the one around Eve’s neck. It was cool—kind of a tribal dragon thing, full of angles and sinister curves. Eve touched it with her fingertips and smiled.

“Yeah,” she said. “Michael got it for me. Not bad, right?”

“Not bad at all. Hey, did you clean Shane’s room?”

“Actually? I just vacuumed and dusted. He picked it up himself. Why, did he tell you it was all me? Boys lie.”

“About cleaning?”

Eve ate a bite of blueberry muffin and swallowed some coffee. “Why not? They think cleaning makes them look non-manly. Eek, sorry Claire Bear, gotta motor. Boss-man, he no like breaks. See you later?”

“Sure.” Claire slid out of her seat and picked up her book bag. “See you at home.”

“Oh, you should totally swing by rehearsal! Three o’clock at the auditorium. You know where it is?”

Claire knew, although she’d never been there—it was kind of a town civic center, and it was off Founder’s Square—aka, Vamptown. Like most humans in Morganville, she’d never been really interested in traveling there at night.

Three in the afternoon, though . . . that sounded reasonable. “I’ll try,” Claire said. “So—I know you were worried about Oliver. Is that going okay, having him in the play?”

“Oh, actually, yeah. He’s not bad! I almost believe he isn’t a controlling jerk. Most of the time.” Eve looked over her shoulder, made a scared face when the boss beckoned her, and waved good-bye.

Claire decided she couldn’t put it off any longer, and pulled out her cell phone. She’d written and uploaded a program that allowed her phone to track and display available portals; according to the theory she’d been reading up on in

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