I think electronic things hate me. /just screwed my laptop. Oh well.


What kind of vampire drove an old bus painted like the Mystery Machine? Last Christmas I'd gotten him a life-sized Scooby Doo to ride in the passenger seat.

I dreamed of Stefan driving his bus with that silly stuffed Scooby Doo perched in the passenger seat.

- how was I going to explain that to my insurance company?
"Yes, Ma'am," I tried out. "This vampire queen asked me to hunt a vampire and demon combo. He found out somehow and it ticked him off so he ripped the siding off my house."

That was Bran, quiet and calm until he ripped out your throat.

"Your mysterious customer who drives the funky bus painted up like the Mystery Machine and only shows up after dark? Dracula he isn't, but where there's werewolves, there certainly ought to be vampires."

"I have my very own superhero vampire/sorcerer-slaying kit"

"Samuel didn't have a chance to say anything to whoever called. They called, said a few sentences, and hung up. Samuel grabbed Adam and said, 'Let's go.'"

After an hour I had a list of eleven churches, reasonably near the KPD, none of which had flaming signs that said SORCERER SLEEPING HERE.

It suited him in the same way that Stefan's version of the Mystery Machine had suited him.

I just didn't see either a vampire or demon writing things like For a Good Time Call-or Juan loves Penny.

"If she has a sorcerer at her beck and call, the others will have to cower in her presence."
"Marsilia can cow them on her own."

I couldn't help a hiccoughing laugh at having a dead man tell me to breathe.

"and Adam...The nurse at the triage station took one look at Adam and hit the innocent-looking black button underneath her desk."

"Do I want to ask who you all are?"
"No."

he told my neck,

Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

Oh, and from the earlier chapters.
I'd pushed it out of the garage several years ago when Adam had complained about my mobile home spoiling his view. Then, every time he bothered me, I made it uglier. Right now it was missing three wheels and the rear bumper, all stored safely in my garage. Big red letters across the hood said FOR A GOOD TIME CALL followed by Adam's phone number. The graffiti had been Jesse's suggestion. (Jesse is Adam's daughter in case you forget over days.)

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