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Chapter Twenty-Seven
I explained where I’d been and what happened since I’d thought Nevi abandoned me. When I told them about Bobby, they looked at each other quizzically. It was then that I knew I could no longer keep who and what I was a secret. I came to the conclusion that, although Nevi may not be able to impregnate a human, I was not a mere human. Not only did I have an excessive amount of vampire blood in me, I was a handler. The truth needed to come out. Besides, since I’d lost Nevi anyway, I saw no reason to withhold it.
Instead of being appalled by my being a handler, they were relieved. After a lengthy discussion, I learned that, although Nevi hated handlers, most good vampires appreciated them and often worked alongside them. Nevi was just holding a grudge because of what happened to his wife. Actually, the only handler Nevi hated was Geoffrey.
Both Paul and Marie were given vampire blood years ago. I now knew vampire blood alone would elongate my life. Even i
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Marie barely waited for Paul to park the car before she hustled over to my car and took possession of my son. I didn’t try to stop her. This was an exciting occasion for Nevi’s fiercely loyal staff. They had not seen the innocence of new life come into the home in over fifty years. The fact that this new life was Nevi’s son and heir had to be thrilling for them.I learned that the entire staff consisted of humans who kept themselves alive by occasional tiny doses—every twenty-five years or so—of vampire blood. Marie and Paul were actually new comers to the mix. Many had been with Nevi since he discovered what his blood would do for a human in his early youth. He never imposed his blood on any of the staff. They willingly asked for his vampire blood in exchange for the gift of a lengthy life. He proved to be a fair, kind, and generous employer, which won the iron clad loyalty they had for him. They became more like Nevi’s family than his hel
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We trained for another week. Marie created a tea for me to help dry out my milk. With all the demands placed on my body, we agreed that it was probably for the best. Besides, Bobby was starting to teeth and fangs were inevitable. I had little knowledge of babies, but I was sure he was teething early. Was there going to be anything normal in my life? Marie admitted that working with the human mother of a vampire baby was a new twist for her skills. This was one of the main reasons she’d sent for Keona.My body was becoming a lean fighting machine. More than once, I’d actually taken Justin down. His toothy smile of approval flooded me with confidence.I learned age-old techniques of fighting that I was certain Geoffrey was not aware of. Justin admitted he encountered Geoffrey a few years back at a hunter’s convention in Asia Minor and he’d thought the man a bit haughty. I could see where he was coming from with that remark and giggled my agreement
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I didn’t have to wait long for Nevi to return home. Marie and Keona worked out a reversal for the witch’s protection the rogues enjoyed all those many months. My three hundred-year-old vampire’s strengths had been amplified by an enormous amount of handler blood and his wrath was unleashed. Combined with the allegiance of a thousand-year-old handler and a fifty-year-old, incredibly bitchy vampire and Frank and his cronies didn’t stand a chance.I made an anonymous call to the police on Geoffrey’s behalf. They reached him just in time to save him. I will probably wonder if it was the right thing to do for my remaining days.It took several days for Nevi to come down from his handler blood high, and even longer for Marie and Keona to cleanse him enough with their herbal concoctions so that his hunger was once again satisfied by vegetarian food; not to mention becoming tolerable company. During this time, the two women did their best to calm
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The clock struck midnight. Finally. Time dragged far more tortuously than I could have ever imagined. I have no idea what possessed me to attend a New Year’s party stag. Adding to the emptiness of no one to kiss when the television showed the ball dropping in Times Square as the clock struck midnight, was the sting of not knowing a soul in the room. I felt completely out of place. My promise to myself to do something new on New Year’s Eve never failed me, until now. This party crowd was a cliquish and unfriendly lot. I didn’t belong here. I should never have come. I’m not bad looking. Although, this particular night I felt like an unattractive wallflower, standing alone and unnoticed. I suddenly understood the meaning of being lonely in a crowd. Well, the clock struck midnight. I’d brought in the New Year doing something new. I was surrounded by the new people I’d been sure I needed in order to bring new experiences into my life for th
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New Year’s Day. Groan. The effort of opening my eyes to face the trickle of sunshine peeking through my bedroom window was grueling. After a long cat-like stretch, I swung one leg over the edge of the bed and then forced the rest of me to follow. I’ve always disliked getting up in the morning. Today was especially hard. Not only was I hung over and worn out from my vomit inducing party the night before, but I knew I had to prepare myself for New Year’s Day dinner at my parent’s house. It wasn’t my parents I dreaded seeing. I loved them dearly and enjoyed spending time with them. It was my know-it-all sister, Lisa, and her equally know-it-all husband, Brad, who I dreaded spending time with. Lisa and I were born exactly two years apart to the day. She—being the elder—constantly bemoaned her fate at having to share her birthday with me… the freak. Not only were we born on the same day, but we were true to our Irish heritage by being St. Patrick
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My body was on autopilot as my car sped down the old county road toward the convenience store where I’d met Nevi Sharpe. It was as if a homing device took over. It was a good thing too, since my mind was off in so many directions. I didn’t belong behind the wheel of a car. I was shaken and confused and in absolute denial of what Geoffrey Jenkins had insisted was fact. My mind whirled as it tried to decipher fantasy from reality. It was such an outrageous claim. He simply had to have been making it up. Geoffrey had looked me straight in the eye—as sober as you please—and informed me that he was a handler. He handled situations that had to do with the supernatural. How did one become a handler? Why, you were born to the task, of course. Apparently, handlers possessed different talents. His happened to be telepathy, which was why he was able to project his thoughts into my head. His tale got even more fantastic when he claimed that I was a handler too. H
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As the days progressed, my humiliation over my date slowly faded. I fell into my normal routine. It was as if my new year hadn’t started in the odd way it had. I began looking ahead instead of back. Which was why I was pretty annoyed when Geoffrey Jenkins strolled into the diner and plopped himself down at the counter. I was cooking and not serving. Thank goodness for small wonders. He conveniently planted himself on the stool at the counter, placing him directly opposite the order window. If he hadn’t known I was in the back cooking when he sat down, it wasn’t long before he did. Sparks flew clear into the kitchen when our eyes met. I could swear my toes curled! My treacherous body had a mind of its own. It annoyed me to no end. After all, I’d already made a complete ass of myself with one good-looking guy, and now, not a week later, guy number two came waltzing in to my place of employment to complete my humiliation. Was nothing sacred? No! No! No!
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My head was pounding. I rolled over in my bed and slammed my hand onto the alarm’s shut-off switch. I yanked the covers over my eyes to avoid the anticipated glare of the light that automatically switched on to accompany the blaring of my alarm clock. The clock was a concoction my parents rooted out of some novelty shop on one of their many trips abroad to assist me with my aversion to getting out of bed. It was annoying, but it worked. I couldn’t believe it. Once again, I’d gone blank and didn’t remember the end of my date with Nevi. Once again, I’d awoken to find myself tucked safely in my bed. As before, my dress hung neatly in the closet. This time I was wearing my favorite Mickey Mouse nightshirt. I thought about the amount of alcohol I’d consumed at dinner and scowled. I’d promised myself to go easy on it. I was so incredibly comfortable in Nevi’s company that I forgot about being cautious with my drinking. I’d tossed caution to the wind and paid absolutely no
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