Miss it, and-do I really need to tell you?” So not only do they know exactly where you are, they also know your time limit to get to Bucharest. Got it? And I activated the timer and beacon. His eyes widened in horror as he tried to pull the bracelet off, scraping against its sides. And if your body temperature were to suddenly rise, say by the addition of human blood, the sensors would inject you with holy water.” That shiny new piece of jewelry I gave you? It's got two little sensors-think of them as needles-jammed into your ankle. “I'll kill you!” he hissed, trying to pick himself up off the ground. Sidestepping, I let him trip over a low gravestone. If you fail to report within the next twelve hours, you will be-” You are required to report to the nearest processing facility in Bucharest. “You're under arrest under statute three point seven of the International Paranormal Containment Agreement, Vampire Protocol. “Ouch!” He grabbed at his ankle, and I backed up a few steps. Two soft hisses sounded as the sensors activated and shot into his flesh. I clamped the tracker on, and it adjusted to the circumference of his ankle. I hated looking at these guys and seeing their pure white, smooth skin at the same time as their shriveled corpse bodies. Grabbing the vamp's ankle, I pulled his pants leg up to reveal the skin. I placed my index finger in the middle of the smooth black surface. Tasey's work done, I reholstered her and pulled out the vamp-specific ankle bracelet.

Now imagine your grandpa minus fifty pounds plus two hundred years. He looked kind of pathetic now I almost felt bad for him.

The vamp twitched on the ground, unconscious. Tasey and I have had a lot of good times together. Tasers are a one-size-fits-all paranormal butt-kicking option. Besides, if I had to carry separate weapons for every paranormal I took out, I'd be dragging around a full luggage set.

Just as he reached for my neck, I tased him. Not that anyone else can see them, though. I mean, sure, their glamours can be pretty hot, but the dry-as-bone corpse bodies shimmering underneath? Nothing attractive there. It's not enough for them to slaughter and eat you like a zombie would. “I'm going to suck the life from your pretty white neck.” He raised himself to his full height and glared icily down at me. But, really, the widow's peak? The pale skin? The black cape? Where did you even get that thing, a costume store?” ”What, imminent death isn't exciting enough for you?' He pulled his exaggerated white fangs back behind his lips. Wait-did you-You just yawned!“ The vampire's arms, raised over his head in the classic Dracula pose, dropped to his sides.

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