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he couldn't believe his luck in choosing victims. Of all the women in the world, that shake of his head seemed to be saying, he had to pick the one with the most baggage.
    Still, she had to admit that it had felt good to get all her thoughts off her chest. Normally if she wanted to cry to someone, she'd cry to Jenny. Now she was pretty sure she was never going to talk to Jenny again. In the circumstances, telling a centuries-old vampire her woes didn't really seem like a bad idea. For one, her previous confidant had obviously been poorly chosen, and for two, he probably had a better perspective on these things than she did.
    “Well?” she said after a second. “Any thoughts?”
    The vampire shook his head.
    Her heart sank. “You're not going to say something like, oh please, I once knew a guy who got his dick caught in a metal press , or, when I was your age we were lucky we didn't die of tuberculosis before lunch time or something?”
    The vampire pursed his beautiful lips and thought about this for a moment. “No,” he said at last. “It is my opinion that you have indeed had a fairly bad day.”
    “Oh.” It was actually far more disheartening to hear it confirmed by a guy who probably knew what a bad day looked like. After all, he'd clearly had a day where he'd actually died . “I guess I have, then.”
    The vampire sighed. “It appears I must find another avenue to procure the things I need.”
    For some reason, a pang hit Chloe's heart. It wasn't like she wanted to help a vampire recover his strength and once again become an undead stalker of the innocent and guilty alike, but... Well, to be honest, the crazy chemistry she'd felt with him had been the only good thing about her day. The kissing? The handsy groping in the library? The intense fingerbang? Their interactions had been doozies. Almost enough to make the whole twenty- hours a wash, and that was saying something.
    “I'm sorry I can't help you more,” she said, and she really did feel sorry. “But, uh, if I might ask, why are you so, um... affectionate?” That wasn't the right word, but the faint smile on his face told her he knew what she meant.
    He turned and looked her in the eye. “Because,” he said, “if you had spent a hundred and one years underground, your thirsts would be at the front of your mind as well. Can you blame a starving man for falling upon a banquet such as yourself?”
    Then he bit her. Again. She was starting to feel a little like a pincushion.
    He moved fast. Like a viper. His lips were fastened to her throat before she'd even had a chance to blush at his words, and the narcotic of his bite was already moving through her veins when she realized what was happening. And, of course, by that time it was too late to do anything about it. Chloe stared at the ceiling of her car as his cool, insistent lips drew her blood from her throat, his tongue laving the pinprick wounds he'd made, and sighed.
    Sometimes , she thought, you just might as well go along with it. So she did.
    The vampire retreated after a moment, licking blood from his lips. “Thank you for that,” he said. Far away, Chloe felt a sad tickling at the base of her stomach. Was he going to say goodbye? She was stupid for wanting him to stick around. Everything sucked, but at least he'd been a different flavor of suck.
    Haha. Suck .
    But he didn't say goodbye. Instead, he opened his door, looped his arms around her, and dragged her out into the parking lot.
    The dark night dipped and swayed around her, and Chloe found herself just letting him carry her, distantly curious as to what he was going to do. A naked vampire dragging a chubby librarian through the Walmart parking lot at ten o'clock at night? Someone might actually take note of a sight like that.
    Someone did. Through the dizziness, Chloe saw two young fratbros, clearly drunk, watching them curiously from their perch on the bed of a pick-up truck. “Hey...” one of them said.
    “Excuse me!” the vampire