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Bite Me

By Parker Blue

CHAPTER ONE

The stench of rotting garbage filled my nostrils as I scoured the dark streets of San

Antonio for something to take the edge off. I definitely needed it—this was one of those

nights where I felt less than human. No reason, really, except tomorrow was my

eighteenth birthday, and tonight, everyone else my age was having a good old time at

Homecoming, watching a stupid football game and going to some lame dance.

But not me—no, the home-schooled freak wasn't invited. Not that I cared. They had no

idea what went on in the real world, no idea what horrors prowled the night streets.

Horrors like me.

A stifled cry came from a dark alley to my right. It sounded promising, so I checked it out.

Sure enough, some dude had a young Emo punk pinned against the brick wall, his head

buried in the kid's neck. Either they were indulging in some heavy necking, or a vampire

was having an evening snack.

Given the wide-eyed fear in the kid's eyes, I was betting on the latter. Either way, he was

going to have one serious hickey tomorrow morning.

I stepped up to the vamp and tapped him on the shoulder. “Excuse me?"

He whipped around, looking shocked, fangs gleaming in the meager light. “Looking for

trouble, little girl?” he growled.

I grinned. It had been a long time since anyone had made the mistake of calling me a little

girl. “As a matter of fact, yeah. You up for it?"

The kid whimpered. The guy let go of him and I stepped back into the small pool of

illumination formed by the streetlight. Not only so I could see better, but to give the kid an

opportunity to run for it.

Smart guy—he took it, stumbling off into the night as the vamp stepped into the light. Tall

and muscular with long blond hair, the vamp wore skin-tight black leather. As a fashion

statement, it was a bit too obvious. He must think he was a real bad-ass.

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He looked me up and down and his lip curled in a sneer.

At five feet, seven inches tall, I look pretty innocuous, with an average build and average

brown hair that goes with my average olive complexion. Wearing jeans, heavy boots, and

a down-filled vest over a long-sleeved T-shirt, I could be any girl stupid enough to wander

the dangerous part of the city in the wee hours, alone.

I could be, but I wasn't.

The vamp's gaze was feral—hungry, yet wary. I'd obviously caught him off guard, and he

hesitated. He raised one eyebrow in contemptuous query when I didn't cringe. “You think

you can handle me?"

I shrugged. “I don't see why not."

He seemed taken aback. “Who are you?"

My name wouldn't mean anything to him, but what the heck. “Val Shapiro."

"Val?” he jeered. “As in Valentine?"

Yeah. So what? But all I said was, “Bite me."

"Love to.” He snarled, his fangs gleaming briefly in the lamplight, then charged at me with

inhuman speed.

Predictable. I side-stepped just as quickly. He flew past, missing me by inches. I cuffed

him in the back of the head as he went by, and I grinned.

First round to me.

He stumbled to a halt, and his hand went to the back of his head as if he couldn't believe

I'd touched him. He whirled around to glare at me, totally outraged.

Enjoying this more than I should, courtesy of my inner demon, I placed one hand on my

hip and used the other to wag a finger at him. “You've been a very bad boy.” Munching on

kids was so not cool.

"Bad? You haven't seen bad yet,” he growled.

I felt a tickling in my head—he was trying to control my mind. Good. Just what I'd hoped

for. Now that he'd opened a line between us, I could read his mind. His name was Jason

Talbert, and he was a truly evil vampire. But he was nowhere near strong enough to

control me.

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Obviously believing he had me in his thrall, the vamp rushed me again.

The part of myself I kept suppressed broke free with a burst of elation, and lust for the

game fizzed through my blood. Time to play.

I braced myself and met his rush with a sharp left jab, snapping his head back. The surprise

factor slowed him, but only for a moment. Baring his fangs, he tried to use his huge fists

to batter me into submission, but I blocked his flurry of blows before any of them could

land. It was easy when the mental connection allowed me to read his intentions so clearly.

He broke off to stare at me in surprise, circling me warily. I've been told my eyes flash a

harsh purple, like the color of a black light, when the succubus within me—I call her

Lola—comes out to play. From the look on his face, my eyes had done just that. “What

are you?” he demanded. “A slayer?"

I rolled my eyes. “The name's Val, not Buffy. Do I look like a blond cheerleader with

questionable taste in men?"

"Then what are you?"

My mouth quirked into a smile. “Just a girl looking to do some community service by

cleaning up the city."

He didn't respond, and didn't telegraph his intention mentally, so he caught me off-guard

as he slammed into me. I lost my balance and we both went down in a tangle of arms and

legs. Annoyed with myself for letting him surprise me, I head-butted him right in the fangs

and scrambled upright.

Good—I needed a real fight.

He jumped me again, but this time I was ready for him. We fought furiously, Jason

determined to sink his teeth into my neck and rip my throat out, and me just as determined

to stop him. Unfortunately, he liked close-in fighting, and I couldn't get enough space to

reach the silver stake I had tucked into my back waistband.

I grabbed his throat and squeezed, but he wrapped me in a vise hold and wouldn't let go.

He slammed me up against a brick wall, intent on crushing me. Trapped. Worse, the

power I tried so hard to keep confined was able to reach him through my energy field in

these close quarters and I could feel the lust rise within him as he ground his hips against

mine. Pervert.

Though I was able to hold off his slavering overbite and incredibly bad breath with one

hand, my other hand was caught between our bodies. He couldn't get to my neck, but I

couldn't get to my stake either.

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Stalemate.

Time to play dirty. Remembering even vampires had a sensitive side, I kneed him in the

crotch.

He screeched and let go of me to bend over and clutch the offended part of his anatomy.

That took care of the lust. I hit him with an uppercut so hard that he flew backward,

landing flat on his back on the sidewalk. Whipping the stake from its hiding place, I

dropped down beside him and stabbed him through the heart in one well-practiced motion.

His body arched for a moment, then he sagged and lay motionless—really and truly dead.

Now that my prey had been vanquished and Lola's lust sated, I could feel some of the

aches and pains he'd inflicted on my body. It was worth it, though. And I healed quickly,

so I wasn't likely to feel them for long.

But adrenaline pumped once more when I heard a car door open down the street. The

light was dimmer here between streetlights, but I was still visible—and so was the body I

crouched over. “Who's there?” I demanded.

"It ... it's me."

I recognized that voice. Annoyed, I rose to glare at my younger half-sister. “Jennifer, what

are you doing here?"

She got out of the back seat of the beat-up Camry, white-faced. “I told you I wanted to

come along."

"And I told you not to."

She shrugged, displaying defiance and indifference as only a sixteen-year-old could.

“That's why I hid in the back of the car."

Stupid. I should have checked. I usually drove my motorcycle—a totally sweet Honda

Valkyrie—but on nights when I went hunting, my stepfather let me borrow the old beat-up

car since it had a convenient trunk. Unfortunately, it was too easy for my little sister to

creep into the back seat and stow away there. Obviously.

Trust Jen to try something like this. I'd made the mistake of telling her about my little

excursions, even giving her some training on how to defend herself in case she ever

encountered one of the undead. She'd been eager to learn everything she could, but Mom

had gone off the deep end when she found out, especially when Jen had come home

sporting a few bruises.

Mom had forbidden Jen to talk about it again and had threatened me with bodily harm if I

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