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“What are you—?”
    She puts a finger to her lips and motions for me to follow. She leads me across the front lawn and to an elegant black stretch limo I hadn’t noticed parked across the street. I climb inside after her and shut the door. The driver, obscured by a smoked-out glass window, pulls out.
    I look, around the limo. Whoa. Very elegant. Very vamp. The seats are crushed red velvet and there are crystal de-canters filled with crimson liquid. Liquid I can almost guar-antee is not some fine merlot. Something inside of me aches a bit. You know, it’s so not fair that this is Sunny’s life and not mine. I did Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    everything I was supposed to and now she’s reaping all the rewards. I should have the riches, the powers, the gothed-out limo. The hot blood mate.
    Speaking of, Magnus is sitting beside Sunny, all decked out in Armani as usual. I can see why she digs the guy. He looks just like Orlando Bloom in Pirates of the Carribean. Long black hair, pulled back, deep soulful eyes. (Though that might just be a trick of the light seeing as the guy has no soul… .) I turn to my side and sigh when I see Jareth, the vamp from the Blood Bar, sitting next to me. Still dressed in his Goth best, a serious frown on his otherwise delish face. I sigh again. Great. He obviously sold me out. Sunny’s going to be sooo pissed I didn’t tell her the 411 about the whole slayer thing before heading out.
    “What’s going on, Rayne?” Sunny demands. Dressed in flip-flops, jeans, and tank top, she looks so out of place in the elegant, Gothic vampire limo. Annoys me to no end the fact that she now belongs here more than I do, let me tell you. At least they didn’t fit her with a crown or something. Though I guess technically she’s not Magnus’s queen unless they get married, right? Can vampires even get married? I can’t re-member if that was covered in the training. I guess if they did it’d be more country club than church… .
    Sorry. Digressing. I know.
    “Uh, what do you mean?” I ask, not quite sure why I’m even attempting the innocent routine. There’s no way she doesn’t know.
    “Jareth says he saw you down at the Blood Bar,” Magnus clarifies. He has a sexy English accent, too. According to Sunny he was once a knight in shining armor for King Arthur inCamelot. I wonder if Jareth was as well. Not that I care.
    “He assumed you were me,” Sunny adds.
    “Hm. I wonder why,” I say sarcastically, still mad at him forscaring me so badly back at the bar. “Oh, wait. Could it be that he didn’t shut up long enough to listen to one word I had to say? Could it be that he was too much in a hurry to run and go crying to Magnus before I even had a chance to explain?” I narrow my eyes and shoot daggers at Jareth. Jerkoff. Getting me in trouble with the vamps. So help me if this interferes with my position on the blood mate waiting list. “Thanks, dude, for selling me down the river. Two seconds and we could have cleared this whole thing up. But no. You had to assume. And you know what assuming does, don’t you?” I elbow the vampire in the ribs. “Makes an ‘ass’ out of ‘you’ and
    ‘me.’ Or however that stupid phrase goes.”
    “I wouldn’t mind you turning into an ass,” Jareth growls in his throaty voice. “Then at least you couldn’t speak.”
    “Oh yeah?” I cry, my blood boiling at this point. I’m, like, this close to smacking the guy upside the head. Or whipping out my stake, even. That’d show him. No one should be able to talk to me like that and live.
    “Well … then I could, um, bray, and I bet that would be even more annoying.”
    “I’d take my chances.”
    “Jareth! Rayne!” Magnus scolds. “This childish bickering is not helping us get to the bottom of this.”
    “You’re right,” I agree. Then when Magnus isn’t looking I stick my tongue out at Jareth. He scowls back Generated by ABC Amber LIT