Unbitten
“Roxanne was glad for darkness because she could leave her cheap hotel room and get on the train to Mourency, with the hope that things there would turn out better than they had in Paris.
Number one, she thought, as she boarded and took a seat, that fucking shithole of a hotel shouldn’t be allowed to stay in business. The lumpy bed had been crawling with bedbugs and lice. For fucks’ sake, vampires are supposed to do the bloodsucking, not be the target of an army of parasitic vermin. She shuddered at the idea of her blood in the bellies of all those insects, and scratched her head. Then her groin. Then her armpit.
Number two, this dude that Dominic is setting me up with–using me like a fucking piece of meat, really, is what he’s doing–this Pierre had better not be a troll. And something had better be going on in Mourency too. If it’s some fuck-ass dead town with nobody and nothing happening, I am turning right around and going back to New York, and fuck you, Dominic.
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