Dead-tective (Book 1): Vampire Dead-tective by Mac Flynn Read Free Book Online

creature's claws.
    "Your survival skills are impressive," he quipped. I tried to reply, but he shoved me out of the way as the werewolf lunged at us, and he himself dove to the left. The beast hit air and dug his claws into the carpet. I never liked that color, anyway.
    I rolled over the floor and hit the side of my chair. I was quick to recover, and glared at Vincent who stood across the room. "All right, so I can't take care of myself! You want me to give you a bone for being right?" The werewolf swung its head around and snarled at me. I held up my hands in front of me and nervously smiled. "No, doggy. I don't really have any bones."
    The beast leapt at me, and I screamed and rolled out of the way. Its claws tore into the side of my chair and tore most of its stuffing from the arm. I tried to stand, but it grabbed my foot and yanked me toward it. My hands clawed at the carpet, but the werewolf dragged me back. Vincent flew by me and knocked into the werewolf. He slammed the beast into the wall, and I heard the screams of my frightened neighbors on the other side. I could just imagine them dialing 911, and that meant we only had a few hours until the police arrived, too late and undermanned.
    Apparently Vincent thought the same because he jumped back from the wolf thing and picked up a large shard of glass from the window. The beast pulled itself from its crater in the wall and roared. It was mad with anger and lunged at Vincent without seeing what he was holding. Unfortunately, I saw everything, including when Vincent coolly sliced the air with the shard of glass. The sharp, homemade blade cut clear through the beast's head, and its blood splattered the entire room. I wasn't spared from the blood shower, and my filthy clothes were further filthed by the disgusting red dye of life fluid.
    Vincent tossed aside the glass and strode over to me. He knelt in front of me and looked me over. "Are you all right?" he asked me.
    I replied in the only sensible way a girl could. I fainted.

Chapter 8
     
    I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up I wasn't in Kansas, anymore, or at least not in my apartment. My eyes fluttered open and I found myself staring at a white ceiling with a simple light fixture. I turned my head and noticed it was a whole room of blandness, but I lay on a couch that looked like one of those ones used for mental patients. For one wild moment I considered the whole thing a dream and me a psycho ward patient, but Bat sat close by in a chair. Behind him sat a dresser and to the right of that was the door out of the room. The couch I lay on was against the opposite wall.
    I wasn't sure whether to be glad or depressed to see him. I'd been saved from the nightmare of my apartment and shoved back into the weirdness that was him. I sat up and winced when my head complained of the movement. That knock against the chair gave me a delicious ostrich egg complete with scrambled brains.
    "Is there a doctor in the house?" I muttered.
    Bat chuckled. "I have several PhD's, but none that quickens the healing process," he replied. "How are you feeling?"
    I sat up and rubbed my sore head. "Like I was run over by the Werewolf Express."
    "Yes, an experience with a werewolf leaves one with a few knocks and bruises," he agreed.
    "And stains," I added as I looked down at myself. "Any way I can get a spare shirt?"
    Bat stood and walked over to a closet. He opened it and revealed a long line of spare white shirts like what he wore. "If you don't mind wearing my size," he teased.
    "I think I can handle it." He tossed me a shirt and turned to give me some privacy. I slipped off the blood rag and slipped on the clean shirt.
    "What do you think about my proposition?" Bat spoke up.
    I tossed my shirt off the end of the couch and looked back to him. "What proposition?" I asked him.
    "About changing your life. Vincent and I swore we would let you return to your old life, but your enemies weren't as lenient."
    "That would have been nice