MisStaked by J. Morgan Read Free Book Online

more than a few steps when the girl turned to look him straight in the eye. Even across the crowded room, her gaze bored into him. A river of fear ran down his back. What was this girl?
    "I know what you are,” a voice whispered in his mind, and he knew it belonged to her.
    Lewis stumbled back onto the crowded dance floor. One thought held his panic in check: get the hell out of here. He had to get away from her. Against his own volition, the vamp spun around upsetting a trio of dancers. They screamed in protest. He didn't care.
    Streaking from the dance floor, he cautiously hazarded a glance back to the trio. She still sat at the table, but her eyes never left him. She tipped her head toward him. A scream strangled itself in his throat, and he fled through the door and out into the night.
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Five
    The hours between daybreak and nightfall may seem safe, but don't be fooled. Not all bloodsuckers have fangs.
    Take lawyers for just one example.
    Breathred was not in the mood to wake up. He wasn't even in the mood to be alive at this moment. Luna had kept him out until right before dawn. He wasn't sure, but thought someone must have slipped something into his milk at the last bar they stumbled into. He had a funny taste in his mouth and, for some reason, a pair of strange underwear hung around his neck.
    Rolling over, while doing his best not to think about whose underwear they might be, a shaft of filtered of sunlight struck him between the eyes. The sudden burst of radiance sent him scrambling back the way he'd come. Definitely in no shape to face the day, Breathred jerked his pillow over his head, doing a passable impression of a turtle. Waiting patiently for death to claim him, he lay in bed for another fifteen minutes staring out with one shadowed eye.
    His mind dredged through the facts about last night. Halfway into their night on the town Luna began acting strange. Not exactly sure what happened but something set her off at the first club they'd gone to. At one point the girl looked visibly shaken, making them leave in a hurry.
    She spent all night looking over her shoulder. Luna didn't think he noticed, but it was hard not to. He suggested they make an early night of it. Not that he was tired. He'd been just a little on the sore side. The cat-inflicted wounds had been giving him fits. He wouldn't have admitted such a thing to her though.
    For some reason he got the feeling she didn't want to let him out of her sight. Stud even commented as much when she left them to use the facilities. Of course the diminutive demon termed it differently. Breathred couldn't see how he could get any luckier than he already was, and what did cards have to do with anything? They weren't even playing cards. The chimp could be strange at times.
    The telephone rang, driving a spike into his already aching head. Breathred glanced over at the clock. Who would be calling at 11:57 in the morning? Oh crap! He had overslept.
    Breathred jumped out of bed to find his legs were in no shape for such an endeavor. He tripped over his clothes in his hurry to stop the pounding. Breathred barely missed colliding with the couch. An impromptu spin saved him from anything worse than bruised pride.
    The phone kept up its incessant ringing. He plunged through the remainder of the makeshift living room to where the phone normally rested. In its place Stud lay sleeping in nothing but his “The King Lives” boxers. Breathred skidded to a stop in front of him. The underwear was in an unseemly position. He shook his head in disgust. The little pervert was having the Estelle Getty dream again.
    Picking up a stick he kept around for these occasions, Breathred jabbed the stick into his side, flipping the creature off of the phone. Stud landed with a wet thump and emitted a noxious explosion that sent Breathred gasping for breath, but made no sign of waking. Just as well. Breathred couldn't stand the idea of dealing with him just yet. The