Void City 02 - Revamped by J. F. Lewis

Void City 02 - Revamped by J. F. Lewis

Author:J. F. Lewis [Lewis, J. F.]
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2010-04-21T23:04:40.156000+00:00


21

ERIC:

FUN WITH FANG

My undeath is punctuated by things I should be doing. I should have been figuring out where Rachel went. I should have walked over to the Pollux to check on Greta, but she’d done fine for four months without me. She’d really grown up while I wasn’t looking. True, she still didn’t know how to clean up after herself, but that wasn’t a trait she needed for survival.

Tabitha. I should have gone to see Tabitha, listened to her explanations. Did she expect us to be back together and if so, why the fuck did she want me? Fang and I cruised VoidCity looking for victims and answers. No answers leapt out, but we did wind up on Forty-third Street

, locally known as Sweetheart Row. The strip between Third and Fourth Avenues is vampire groupie central, but not the nice, pretty ones like Tabitha or Rachel; the real bottom of the barrel. It’s where old groupies that never get their golden ticket on the undeath train go to lie to themselves that they still have a shot.

“Hey, baby. Want a fuck and suck?” A grandma in her late sixties wearing less than was decent or attractive waved at me as Fang and I drove past. Fang slowed and the blood whores began to gather. Either Fang knew what I was thinking, or maybe I’d stepped on the brake. He steered toward the curb, ready to hop it and mow them down, but I veered back onto the road and stopped. Up and to my left in the Bitemore Hotel, the sounds of eight or nine working girls were clear to my trained supernatural ear. The Bitemore was as long-standing a tradition as Sweetheart Row. It used to have a different name, but now Bitemore was on the actual sign.

“Hi, honey.” The woman speaking to me now was in her forties, but the bloom wasn’t entirely off of the rose yet. Someone must have broken her self-esteem in a serious way to drive her so far so fast. “Want a date?”

“What’s your name?”

“You can call me anything you want, baby.”

“Don’t play games with me.” I stepped out of Fang. What the fuck was I doing? I had no clue, running on instinct. Maybe Magbidion’s mention of blood whores had started me thinking about them. Now that I was looking at Sweetheart Row and the women who worked there, I knew it was wrong and I wanted to fix it, stop it, break it. It’s the same feeling I get whenever I step into another man’s strip club. Did the 401(k) I’d offered at mine, the health coverage, and the college tuition really make me any better? I liked to think so.

“It’s Cheryl.”

“Hi, Cheryl. I’m Eric. I’m the crazy asshole who used to run the Demon Heart before it got blown up.”

Her heart sped up and I smelled her fear. It was a brief burst of scent and she locked it down fast. Smart girl. Fear makes a vampire want to attack.



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