From Darkness Comes: The Horror Box Set by Scott Nicholson, J. Thorn, Tw Brown, Kealan Patrick Burke, Michaelbrent Collings, Mainak Dhar, Brian James Freeman, Glynn James Read Free Book Online Page B

tight and keep the doors locked.”
    I walked across the parking lot. I could already see that the place was empty except for the employees. I walked in and smiled at the girl behind the counter. She smiled in that way that only those who work in the service industry can truly master.
    There was one bonus to coming here of all places. It was sufficiently weird enou gh that I did not need to spray paint myself. Wearing my sunglasses to cover my solid black eyes would be sufficient. I glanced up at the menu and caught a whiff of something nasty. I tried not to look obvious, but when I looked up and the girl in back making doughnuts met my gaze, she flashed just the tiniest glimpse of fang. Hmm…a vampire working the late night shift at Voodoo? Interesting.
    “Try the Old Dirty Bastard, it is amazing,” a voice almost giggled in my ear.
    Remember that whole thing about me regarding how I felt about anything that could sneak up on a ghoul and a vampire? Well if I’d had anything in my bladder, it would have been rather embarrassing. However, the sound of my nails clicking on the floor was bad enough. Fortunately, I was able to slip my hands behind my back before the girl at the counter noticed.
    “How about a Voodoo D ozen, you pick,” I said, trying my best not to spin around and face whoever this woman was that had managed to sneak up on me and whisper in my ear. “And also one Cock-N-Balls.” I had never actually ordered one, and I guess I expected a smirk or a dirty look. The girl behind the counter simply grabbed one of their famous pink boxes and started pulling an assortment of doughnuts from the various racks.
    “Now—” I spun around ready to lay into this woman, but ended up standing there with my mouth open like an idiot. She was already sitting at a table with her hands folded neatly in front of her.
    Fine , I thought. She could wait. I was going to stand here until my order was filled, and then I would go over and see who and what this woman was.
    I paid for my doughnuts and dropped a ten in the tip jar. Now that I had taken care of my business, it was time to meet Adrianna.
    As I walked across to her table, I took the time to get a rea lly good look at her. She had dark hair, a maple syrup brunette if I had to nail down the color, and it was done in a really cute style that I could never pull off. You know that thing where it looks long on one side, but short on the other. On me it would just look like my hairdresser goofed.
    Since she was dressed in really short shorts, I got to see her legs. Not that I go looking at other women’s legs, but hers really drew my attention. She had all the appearance of somebody who should be a natural warm olive tone. Yet, they were as ivory white as the rest of her skin, but her hair had already told me that she was not an albino. However, it was the tattoos that drew me in.
    You know those comedy and tragedy masks that are on the Mötley Crüe Theater of Pain album? Well she had one of those on each leg just above the knee. At least I thought they were tattoos until one of them yawned. I think it was the sad face.
    As for her eyes, well, that was the other giveaway that she wasn’t an albino. As far as I know, albinos have red eyes or pink or something. What I am certain of is that they are not all yellow where they should be white and then a sort of swirling brown and green with flecks of gold.
    Yep. She was definitely a supernatural.
    I took a seat across from her and tried not to be obvious as I looked out to the parking lot and checked on my Corvette…and Lisa. Of course I was checking on Lisa! I just happened to also be able to see how pretty my car looked at the same time.
    Adrianna folded her hands on the table and that was when I got my next surprise. Her hands! Okay, for you to really understand this, you have to realize that Adrianna is very pretty. Not in that girl-next-door-pretty. Nope, she is more I-am-so-out-of-any-boy’s-league pretty. But her hands?