Odd Stuff by Virginia Nelson Read Free Book Online

Down my neck. Teeth brushed the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck causing me to shiver in need. And then I remembered he was a vampire. “What are you doing!” I smacked at his head with my hands. 
    He sighed and replaced me onto my seat as if I weighed no more than a doll. “Kissing you back.” He hit his face into the steering wheel. 
    “Why would you do that? What the hell is wrong with me tonight? First I am stabbing people, now I am kissing people—” 
    “I told you, blood lust. You get bit, or bite someone, and it releases something in your body that makes you want to…finish the job. I understand that it affects everyone differently. You have a low tolerance, I guess.” 
    I glared at him. “If I ever get bit in the ass by a vampire again, please, hesitate to take advantage of the situation.”
    “If you had stayed in the damned car, you wouldn’t have been bit in the first place!” He slapped the dashboard with his open palm.
    “If you had told me that your stinking, rotten blood would make the vampires go buggy, maybe I would have stayed in the freaking car!” I slapped the dashboard just to show him two could play that game. I was in the mood for something that involved heat and I wasn’t getting it, so angry was heat. Angry worked for me. 
    “If you hadn’t stabbed me, you wouldn’t be wearing my blood to begin with!”
    Valid point. I didn’t care for him to have those when I wanted to be angry. “Well, if you hadn’t been in the kitchen and looked like a monster, I wouldn’t have stabbed you!” 
    “Firstly, I couldn’t help but look like a monster. I was trying to recover from someone else trying to kill me.” He leaned toward me, getting louder by the word. “Second, you didn’t try to stab me when I looked like a monster, as you so lovingly put it—which makes no sense because I always look like a monster—hello! Vampire! Anyway, you tried to stab me when I looked just fine—” 
    “You were still filthy!” Apparently he wanted to be angry, too.
    “Maybe I was wrong! Maybe you are nuts!” A muscle in his jaw ticked a stacatto tempo.
    “I must be because I kissed you !”
    “God, you are frustrating!” He glared at me then leaned over and kissed me again. I got kind of loopy again, but not nearly so bad. I think this time was entirely him-based rather than any lingering effects of getting bit in the ass. 
    When he stopped and looked at me, I thought I sounded quite calm. “And if you keep doing that, I am going to stab you again .”
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    CHAPTER Three
     
     
    We swapped seats, and I got back onto Route Twenty. I breezed through the light that led back to the harbor and headed toward Saybrook. Vance sat silent and still. Vampires, or at least this one, sure could sit still. Guess that comes from the whole dead thing. After a few minutes, though, the silence got to me. “I still don’t see why you would pull over and kiss me. I mean, I have a good excuse, but you were of sound mind and…” Heat infused my face as I remembered how sound his body felt. 
    “You are my type and there is something else off about you. Mia didn’t mention it, but there is something…” He trailed off, and I ignored him. I very carefully did not think about anything that might be off about me. “Ah, learning to get past the mind reading thing already. Fast learner.” 
    I tried not to look smug. “What do you mean, ‘your type?’ You mean because I’m a blond?” 
    “Type O Positive. I am a sucker for type O’s”
    I chuckled. Sucker…hehe, from a vampire. “And you can smell that?” I absently wondered aloud when he still didn’t add anything. “You can smell my blood type?” 
    “Not exactly. Blood types are a reasonably new thing you people thought up to explain the tiny differences in blood. To me, you smell sweet. This is the thing I look for. I have a sweet tooth. I always have, even before I became a vampire.”
    “How old are you,