JASONSHELTON'S VAMPIRE FACE IS UNLIKE ANY I'VE seen. The pupils of his eyes haven't turned catlike the way mine do, but cornea and sclera blend together so there's no white at all. It's like looking into black marbles. He has two needlelike fangs that descend past his lower lip. He's clutching something in his right hand. His face looks normal except for the fangs and strange eyes.

We stare at each other for a moment, he looks as shocked by my appearance as I am by his.

The only light in the room is streaming in from the broken door. Heavy black-out drapes cover the window. We appear to be in a living room, though the only pieces of furniture are a bed and a dresser. The music comes from a radio perched on that dresser. Next to a half dozen condoms.

Condoms? Since when do vampires use condoms?

The smell of sex is strong.

"Jason Shelton?" I ask.

That galvanizes him into action. He lets something drop to the floor and scuttles over the bed like a crab.

"What are you?" he rasps by way of answer.

What am I?

I reach down and pick up the thing he'd dropped. It's a capped syringe filled with a pale gold liquid.

Is this the way he'd subdued the girls after he turned them? Am I too late to save this one?

The girl I'd heard through the door has backed herself into a corner. She's naked and her small, emaciated body looks frail in the dim light of the room.

I face Jason, send out a probe. Let the girl go.

There's no response. Just a wild-eyed, creepy stare out of those onyx eyes.

If you let the girl go, I won't hurt you.

Not exactly a lie. I'm not sure what kind of monster he is, but I don 't intend to hurt him. Exactly. I intend to kill him when I get the information I need.

Still, no response. Nothing. Just like with the girls at the safe house, there's no psychic connection.

"Let the girl go."

That provokes a reaction. Jason reaches out and the girl rushes to him. He grabs her arm. She yelps as he pulls her close. "I asked you what you are."

The girl finds her own voice. "Kill it, Jason," she screams. "You're a vampire. Kill it."

Kill it? If I wasn't so angry, I might find the situation funny. I take two steps. Jason pulls the girl closer, shielding his own body with hers.

"Nice move, Jason. Very brave." I grab his fingers and bend them back until he releases the girl. I spin her away from him. "Get your clothes on and get out."

She plants herself in front of me. "No. I want to be a vampire. Jason said-"

I smack her across the face with the palm of my hand. "It's not life he's offering you," I snarl. "Now get out."

She backs away, rubbing her cheek but still not making a move toward the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. Maybe if I scare her enough, she'll get the idea.

I reach out and grab Jason by the neck, lifting him off his feet. I bite his cheek, tearing a piece of flesh from the bone and spitting it back at him.

Jason is screaming and clutching at my hands with his own. I turn toward the girl, show her the beast, let her see and feel the full fury of my anger.

That gets her moving. She grabs her clothes and runs out.

I would have let her get dressed.

Now that she's gone, I turn my attention to Jason.

"Where is Simone Tremaine?"

He gasps and continues to snatch at my hands, finally croaking, "I don't know who you're talking about."

I put my face close to his, lap at the blood on his ruined cheek. Whisper, "Think about it, Jason. The woman you've been turning girls for. The woman who bleeds them to death. Where is she?"

I release my grip on his neck enough to allow him to speak.

"Where is she?"

"I don't know."

"Wrong answer. Guess I have to use a little more persuasion. You like to fuck?" I tighten my hold on his neck with one hand and grab his balls with the other. They're slick with sweat and sticky with the girl's sex. I can barely restrain a gag reflex.

But I manage. My fingers tighten and squeeze. "Better think fast, Jason."

Jason flies into a full-blown panic. His legs flail, his face reddens and his breath comes in short, rasping gasps.

And I'm not even squeezing hard yet.

"Please. Stop."

The hammering of his heart thunders in my ears. I'm afraid he's going to have a heart attack. Reluctantly, I relent.

I release him and he falls to the floor, curling into a fetal position, using one hand to cover his head and the other his genitals. I give him a second to catch his breath, then haul his ass up and throw him on the bed.

"I'm not going to waste any more time with you. Get your pants on. We're going to see a friend of mine. Between us, I'm sure we'll find a way to loosen your tongue."

Jason looks up at me but makes no move to get up.

"Did you hear me? I said get dressed."

His eyes have morphed back into a human's and his fangs retracted until they no longer peek through his lips. The expression on his face is pure terror. "I can't go outside."

"You can and will." I grab his arm, give it a shake. "Unless you want me to carry you out naked and throw you into the trunk of my car, you'll get moving now."

"I can't." He pulls away and scoots himself back until he's huddled against the headboard. "I'm a vampire."

"I don't know what you are," I say. "But if it's vampire, you can and will go outside. One way or the other."

His eyes dart to the door. "The sun. I can't go outside from sunrise to sunset."

"Get with the program, moron. Vampires adapted to the sun centuries ago." I pull the curtains back. The rain has stopped and a weak sun peaks through storm-tossed clouds. I hold out my hand and expose it to the light. "See? No problem. Now quit stalling."

He makes no move to comply. I'm done fucking around. I reach across the bed and yank him to his feet. "Don't say I didn't give you the chance to ride in front."

He struggles against me, but his strength is no match for my own. I snatch up a pair of jeans from a nearby chair and thrust them at him.

"You can put these on in the trunk."

He's yelling at me to stop, but I ignore him. I'll take him to the park and work on him there. I'll bring Williams the syringe. Maybe if he has that analyzed, it will be a clue to Burke's whereabouts.

At the doorway, I give Jason a shove that propels him through the door and into the daylight.

He stumbles once, and turns toward me. His hands fly to his face, letting the jeans fall. His eyes have turned again. It 's the last thing I notice before his body explodes like a camera flash in a burst of white-hot light.

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