Confessions of a Vampire's Girlfriend by Katie Maxwell

Author:Katie Maxwell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2010-10-15T04:00:00+00:00

Circus of the Darned

CHAPTER ONE

“Good morning, Fran.”

“Morning, Tallulah. How’s Sir Edward?”

Tallulah smiled a sad smile. “Still dead, alas.”

I nodded, not surprised at all by her answer. According to what Tallulah, a medium of Gypsy ancestry, had told me a couple of months before, Sir Edward had been dead for a few hundred years. It didn’t stop him from being her boyfriend, but I didn’t have the nerve to ask just what sort of a relationship was possible with a ghost.

I wandered down the line of trailers that housed the members of the GothFaire, musing on the fact that in a short time, I’d come pretty far.

“Guten morgen, Francesca.”

“Morning, Kurt.” It was hard to believe, but just two months ago, Mom had to drag me kicking and screaming to Europe to spend the next six months with her while my father had time to “get to know” his new trophy wife. What was harder to believe was that I would find an odd sense of companionship with members of the GothFaire . . . a stranger group of people I couldn’t imagine.

“Ah, Fran. It is you.” A slight woman with spiky pink hair appeared in the trailer’s doorway behind the big, blond Kurt (according to Faire gossip, both Kurt and his brother Karl had a thing going with Absinthe).

“Sure is. Morning, Absinthe.” I gave her a friendly smile that I didn’t really mean, and hurried on my way before she could say anything else.

“Vait a moment! I vish to speaks with you . . .”

“Sorry—have to feed Tesla. Maybe later!” I called over my shoulder, silently swearing at the unhappy frown she fired off at me. The last thing I needed was to tick off the woman who ran the Faire, but no way was I going to let her pin me down again. Ever since she’d found out about my special power, she’d been after me to do a mind-reacting act . . . something I intended to avoid like the plague.

“Tja, Fran.”

“Hej, god morgon,” I answered politely. I figured since we were in Sweden, I should at least learn a little of the language. Tibolt stood outside his trailer in a tank top and a pair of sweats and did some stretches before his morning run. I stopped, unable to keep my feet moving. “Um. Hur mår du? Allt väl?”

Tibolt smiled, and I swear, the birds started singing louder. From behind me, I heard a loud gasp, then the sound of feet racing toward us. “I am fine, everything is good, and your Swedish is improving greatly.”

“Tack,” I thanked him, trying to stop the inner Fran from squeeing like she always did at the sight of Tibolt. “What are you guys planning for tonight’s show?”

Beside me, Imogen came to a screeching halt, her hair rumpled, her face without even a smidgen of makeup, a paper cup of latte in her hand.

“Good morning, Fran,” she said hurriedly without even looking at me. Since she was my best friend next to Soren and Ben, I didn’t make a big deal about it.

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