Semua Bab The Dark Side of Dallas: Bab 1 - Bab 10

                I died on a Monday.  There is not a single good thing about Mondays. You wake up, you end up dragging ass while getting ready. You spend the whole day trying to get back into the “weekday” routine. Nobody wants to be at work.  The coffee doesn’t do its job, you’re running behind half the time, and sometimes you die.  Or is that just me?            It started out as a normal day. I hit the snooze three times and woke up fifteen minutes later than I needed to be up. I ran out the door, with my coffee in hand, to make a twenty-minute drive in ten minutes.  When I arrived at my office and got out of the car, I tried and spilled coffee all over my blouse. Of course, I did. I was wearing white. My tits were a magnet for messes, especially when they were covered in white. When I opened the front

            I woke up startled by a loud banging sound. I hate that feeling. It’s like you’re pulled back to wakefulness while the air is being jerked out of your lungs in shock. It’s the opposite of that terrifying fake falling feeling you get when trying to go to sleep. What was that noise? Was there construction? At 5 am?? Surely, there are laws against that.  I opened my eyes and sat up. The bang sounded again, and I realized the sound was someone knocking, loudly, on my front door. Who is banging on my door at 5am? I grumpily dragged myself up to door to peer out the peephole and see who it was. Maybe it’s an emergency. It had better be an emergency.            Mads. Mads, that who is awake at five in the morning banging on my door. Who does she think she is?? She knows I need to be at work in a couple of hours! I never get up this e

            The Texas sun was blazing as we stepped out. I couldn’t feel cold, but I could feel the warmth.  I looked down at my skin to see if I was on fire. No, not yet. I took another step out of the door. I was fully immersed in the sun now.  I felt fine. As fine as dead can feel. I can leave the house in the daylight. Score one for Rachel. Take that Mr. Bitey. Wait, if I can go out, I’m sure he can also be out in the sun. Still. Score one for Rachel.            It was only a little after six am. No stores would be open yet. It was still reassuring to know that I wasn’t destined to live in the dark for the rest of my (undead) life. Cooper happily ran away from me in the backyard, he was prancing around in his usual outside happy dance. I grabbed a ball to play fetch with him. I reached my arm back, threw the ball, and watched as it (ac

            I’ve got my answer.  It didn’t even take me a full day to find it. Score three for Rachel. Eric must have sensed my excitement because his expression grew wearier. I broke the silence “Thank you for letting me know and for the warning.  Is there anything else that you know about him that you could tell me? I’m sure any details would help.”            Eric looked at me more closely this time. He looked a bit lost this time in his gaze.  “You know, you’re really pretty,” he said.  He’s got the same creepy stare starting as the man from the impound lot and gas station had. Is this some weird vampire juju? Did it make people notice me?            “Thank you Eric, but I really need to –” I started.  Bef

                Mads appeared at my front door shortly after. I was still on edge from that last phone call. I invited her in and started to explain everything.            “—So the blood bags work! I only have a few, but I guess we will see how long it takes me to go through them.  I didn’t want to drain their whole supply, I’m not the only one that needs it.  Oh and I got this strange phone call! It really freaked me out. Someone else knows I’m a vampire.”            Madison’s eyes got big after the last sentence. “How?  Do you think it was the man that turned you?”            “I’m not sure. I don’t think so. It sounds more like he was w