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called to him. “Excuse me! My wife, something is wrong with her, please help me! She just collapsed, I don't know what to do...”
    Oh, Chloe thought as the young men jumped up and ran toward them, oh, I can't approve of this at all .
    She couldn't really do much about it, though. The moment the two young men were within range, the vampire dropped her and struck.
    Chloe hit the ground rather softer than she expected. The creeping cold of the concrete beneath her seeped into her clothing and she had to clench her teeth to keep from shivering as she watched the vampire bite first one young man, then the other. Within seconds the venom was doing its work, and the vampire stood before them, staring them in the eyes. They watched him dreamily.
    “Give me your clothes and all your money,” the vampire said.
    “It's too cold to leave them naked,” Chloe protested from her spot on the ground as the two began to disrobe.
    “Do not fret, my bride,” the vampire said, never taking his eyes from them. “They will have many pleasant memories of how they got that way. And besides, they can warm up in their truck.”
    Helpless to do anything and, admittedly, curious as to what the vampire would do next, Chloe watched as he shed the last of his disintegrating clothes and took the replacements from the two students. He ended up in worn jeans, a striped sweater, a dark jacket and a pair of Chucks with argyle socks.
    And just like that, the vampire was no longer an undead monster risen from the grave. Now he was a J. Crew model.
    The perfect predator, she thought. Blending in, no matter where he goes...
    The vampire pressed the clothes he hadn't chosen back into the hands of one of the young men, then reached out and held both of them by the back of the neck.
    “You will remember nothing of this encounter,” he said. “Instead, you will go back to your vehicle and consummate the lust you have been repressing for each other. It will warm you up. You will go home and keep each other warm until tomorrow morning, after which you will wake up and...” He trailed off. “And you will go from there.” He turned away from them with a satisfied smile on his face, and Chloe's eyes widened as the two of them suddenly threw themselves at each other, right there in the middle of the parking lot. Open mouths clashed and tongues warred while hands groped and grabbed. Though she could ill afford the blood, Chloe felt a red-hot blush rising to her cheeks. She was too weak to look away. Or at least, that's what she told herself.
    “That was unethical,” she told the vampire as he strolled toward her, looking as swank as any man who spent five hundred dollars on a pair of jeans. Behind him the young men staggered toward their truck, still glued together.
    “Was it?” he asked her as he bent over and lifted her into his arms. “I felt their confusion and lust as I glamored them. I daresay they will be happier now once the initial fuck is over with.” He tilted his head, considering this. “Or perhaps not. Either way, that is not your concern. Your only concern is to get in your vehicle and attempt to sober up long enough to drive us to your home.”
    “I need something to eat,” Chloe said as they reached her car. He opened the driver's side door and poured her into her seat. “And I don't have a home, remember?”
    “Your home is still your home,” he told her, “whether or not a faithless piece of shite has told you to never return.” With that he shut the door and strolled off toward the store.
    Chloe sat in her car and tried to do as he'd suggested. She knew she was going to have to drive him somewhere since he probably had no idea how to operate a motor vehicle; she was surprised he was willing to let her ferry him around. Then again he seemed surprisingly progressive for a guy who had last seen the world a century ago, but death probably liberalized one's views on things such as sex and women 'doing things.' The thought made her