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I nodded. That whole voice thing was something to worry about later.
Tiffani stared at me for a long time. She took a breath and sighed.
āChange your mind, Tough,ā she said. āThereās got to be a different way to saveāto save them both.ā
I shook my head.
She pursed her lips and headed for the stairs, then turned back when I didnāt go after her.
āWell, come on,ā she said.
I waved my hand at the open space.
āYeah, right. Making someone is a messy process. Maybe I can get this place cleaned up before I open tomorrow if I go all-out vamp speed all night, but Iāll still be able to smell it.ā She pointed at the ceiling. āWeāre doing it in the bathtub. End of discussion.ā
I agreed to that, but I didnāt agree to do it naked, which is why we hit our second speed bump in the upstairs bathroom when she told me to get undressed.
āDo you have another pair of jeans with you?ā
I shook my head. I didnāt have another pair of jeans, period, or I wouldnāt be wearing Ryderās raggedy-ass hand-me-downs.
āThen youāre going to want your clothes off and probably far away,ā she said. āHand them here and Iāll throw them in my bedroom.ā
I didnāt take anything off.
āFine. If youāre comfortable with your body flushing twenty yearsā worth of binge drinking, junky food, and generally bad decisions out of every hole youāve got and onto your clothes, then keep them on.ā
I made the gesture for her to turn around.
āThatās what I thought.ā Tiffani crossed her arms and faced the door. While I was taking off my jeans, she started talking again. āYou know, Iāve seen you naked before. Mitzi showed me.ā
She let you listen in while we did it, so why wouldnāt she let you watch?
āAnd Iām going to have to have my eyes open while I make you.ā Tiffani shrugged. āI just didnāt figure you for the shy type.ā
Normally, I wasnāt. Even though some people thought I looked like Ryder, I was okay with my body. I wasnāt real tall and I couldāve probably stood to bulk up some, but I was solid enough. On a normal day, walking around naked wouldnāt have bothered me any, but the seriousness of this whole thing kept trying to push in through the cracks in my make-Colt-and-Desty-undead-happily-ever-after fantasy. I was getting a little freaked out.
Tiffani took my clothes and John Deere hat to her room.
I took a deep breath and blew it out. Tried to imagine Desty and me having insane, fast and hard vamp-sex. That calmed me down some.
When Tiffani came back, she was naked. She looked down at my hard-on.
I hoped my glare said, Itās not for you.
Tiffani just pointed to the bathtub, one of those old cast-iron claw foot ones retrofitted with a showerhead above it. I stepped in and she followed me.
āOkay, hereās how itās going to go.ā She grabbed my hair, tilting my head back and to the side, then touched her thumb to the vein in my neck. āIām going to bite you here. I canāt use bite sedative while we do this, or you wonāt be able to drink and I canāt force down enough venom on my own to make you. So, donāt struggle.ā
I nodded.
Tiffani didnāt look convinced.
āIf you struggle, it could blow the vein, and Iāll have to go to another one.ā She grabbed a handful of my package, making an already awkward boner the good side of painful and the bad side of your momās friend just grabbed your dick. āThereās a nice, big vein here. Thatās number two on my list if you blow the one in your neck struggling. Itāll hurt about ten times worse.ā She squeezed tighter and I started sweating. āBlow that veināā In any other situation I wouldāve laughed until I cried. āāand thereās a good chance this is the last time youāll be able to get it up. Are you getting an idea of the gravity here? Do. Not. Struggle.ā
Whatever Tiffani saw in my face mustāve convinced her. Or maybe it was the fact that you could hear me gulp across town. As long as it did the job, I donāt care what ended up making her believe that I wouldnāt struggle. She let me go and stepped back.
āChange your mind, Tough,ā she said again.
I couldnāt.
Tiffani took a really long breath so she could let out a really long sigh. Then she balled up her fist and tore through her wrist veins with one fang. Reddish-brownish vamp venom oozed up, but didnāt drip or run down her arm.
āIf it starts to heal over, Iāll cut it open again as fast as I can, but itās not that easy to pay attention while Iām drinking,ā she said. āSo try to make it fast and maybe we wonāt have too much trouble.ā
I nodded.
Tiffani bent my head to the side again. Her fangs grazed the vein under my jaw and goose bumps jumped up all over my chest and back. For a second, I remembered Mitzi running her ice-needle fangs down my neck on purpose because she thought it was funny that I could get goose bumps. Then Tiffani put her torn wrist up to my mouth and the burning-hair, rotting-blood, hot sauce smell of the vamp venom hit me in the back of the throat.
I was going to have to gag that down. Whiskey or āshine was one thing, but that was real-life actual poison.
Iām going to die. Iām going to drink that and die and come back full of that. Iām never going to turn twenty-two. Iām never going to get the rest of my chest hair in or get old
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