American Vampire by Jennifer Armintrout

Author:Jennifer Armintrout
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: MIRA
Published: 2011-03-01T23:00:00+00:00

Eleven

Graf followed Jessa to the top of the stairs, then appreciated the view as she went down the rest of the way. He had to admit, she looked good in her cliché little flowered dress, like Alicia Silverstone in that Aerosmith video. There was something inherently wrong about liking something that looked so straight-outta-the-trailer-park, but damn it, he couldn’t help it.

The living room was dark, and Jessa turned on just one table lamp before opening the door. The guy from last night, with the delicious-smelling blood, stood on the porch. He wore a button-down blue denim shirt, and he didn’t know what to do with his hands. He should have brought a bouquet of wild-flowers; it would have made the whole situation that much more funny.

Jessa welcomed Chad inside and flicked cautious eyes toward the stairs. From his hiding place, Graf shook his head, though she wouldn’t be able to make out the movement in the dark. He didn’t need her acting cagey and tipping Chad off.

“You look real nice,” Chad said with a wide grin. “Is that for me?”

“Maybe it is and maybe it isn’t.” There was something sweet about her voice that was utterly foreign to Graf’s ears. She was never that nice to him.

“Sorry,” Chad said, scuffing his toes on the carpet. “I thought maybe…”

“Oh, don’t be silly.” Jessa moved out of view then said, “Have a seat, get comfortable.”

Chad did as she instructed, and Graf crept farther down the stairs. Jessa sat on the couch, her bare feet pulled up beneath her, causing her to lean far too close to Chad to just be expecting a friendly evening.

“Did you guys find Becky?” she asked, as if she couldn’t see the poor guy’s shaking hands.

“N-no,” he stuttered. “Nobody did. Derek is just beside himself.”

“I’ll bet he is.” Though her words sounded sincere, Graf knew she really meant “I’ll bet he isn’t.”

So did Chad. “Aw, don’t be hard on him. I know he’s done some stuff in the past that wasn’t too great—oh, and he smoked the weed I was going to bring over…”

“Let’s not talk about him. Derek is not here tonight.” She twirled her hair around her finger, then tossed the curl over her shoulder.

“Yeah, probably better not to.” He sat silent for a moment.

“Yeah.” Jessa jumped up and disappeared into the kitchen. Graf wondered if she knew that Chad never stopped looking at her the whole time.

Graf wished he could see her. He imagined her moving around in the kitchen, confident and at ease, as though she weren’t in on the elaborate trick she was playing. She would have made a fantastic con man. Or vampire.

“You want something to drink? I got some of the cinnamon-stick shine Bill DeGraff made last fall,” she called.

Chad nodded nervously. Still didn’t realize that this was a sure thing. Or, would have been, if the intent wasn’t to anesthetize and leech him, not seduce him.

Jessa returned with two generous portions of the drink, but when she raised her glass to her lips, she barely swallowed.

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