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25 pages, ebook
First published September 4, 2007
The Goth population was even smaller than the few gays, given the town’s prominent undead demographic. They have no sense of humor.
Oh, I forgot to mention: vampires. Town’s run by them. Full of them. Humans live here on sufferance, heavy on the “suffer.”
Was I signing? That was the Big Question, the one all of us faced at eighteen.
I would no longer have any kind of deal or protection from any vampire in Morganville.
They were all looking at me now. Jane, Miranda, Guy and Trent, all waiting to hear what Eve Rosser, Professional Rebel, was going to do.
I didn’t disappoint them. I tipped back the beer, belched, and said, “Hell no, I’m not signing. Bareback all the way, baby! Let’s live fast and die young!
Jane hadn’t moved at all. She looked more annoyed than concerned. “It’s okay,” she said. “She had some kind of vision. It happens. She’ll come out of it.” [...] “I told you, this happens all the time. She’ll be okay in a couple of minutes. It’s like an epileptic seizure or something.” Jane looked at me curiously. “What did she say to you?”
“Here it comes,” she said, and transferred the stare to her sister. “I’m sorry. I love you.”
And then there something bad happened, and the world ended.