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    Lillian went still and silent except for a quick intake of breath. 
    The caped man pulled out his wallet.  “Here, take it all.  I don’t want no trouble.”
    The angry woman stared at me.  “What is your problem?  Do you know who I am?”
    “I know what you are.”  My gun never wavered.  I let her see death in my eyes.  “Fey.”
    “Her name’s not Fey,” the man said.  “It’s Deedee.”
    She looked human, but I trusted my nose.  It told me two things: she wasn’t human and she had Lillian’s vibrator stashed on her somewhere, probably hidden—like her true appearance—under a magical glamour.
    I continued to stare.  “You have three seconds to show your true form, and I’m starting my count at two.”
    She weaved to the side and vanished, her fey glamour showing me an illusion of emptiness.  She thought concealing herself and hiding the sound of her heels would throw me off, but I had her scent.  I swept my gun, keeping it on her as she tried to run past me.
    “Die then,” I said.
    “No, for the love of heaven, don’t,” the man shrieked.
    Deedee reappeared, hands in the air.  “No, don’t shoot!”
    Lillian said, “Caine, what’s got into you?  Deedee’s all right.  There’s nothing supernatural about her.  Put the little man-toy away.”
    Hmmm.  Dee’s glamour is strong.  The others never saw her disappear; that was for my benefit alone.  The fey was capable of running simultaneous and opposing illusions.  A rare feat.
    I spoke to Deedee.  “You don’t have to show them, but I need to see what I’m dealing with.”
    A look of extreme irritation crossed her face.  “Fine.”  Her image wavered like a heat mirage.  She gained three inches in height, but no more weight.  Her clothes stayed the same.  They weren’t illusion.  The gaudy stacked bracelets on her left arm transformed into rings of polished willow.  Her face lengthened and her shoulder-length brown hair became a silver cloud.  Hazelnut eyes became yellow topaz.  Her scent didn’t change much but did gain intensity; a smell of apples with a touch of clove. 
    Forest fey .  A nature fairy .
    “Happy?” she whined.
    I smiled.  “Not yet.  Give Lillian back her vibrator.”
    Deedee huffed, holding out an empty hand.  A hot pink vibrator materialized on her palm.  “I was going to.”
    Lillian shrilled.  “My vibrator!  It was you?” She picked up the vibrator with two fingers, careful about handling it, not knowing exactly where it had been.
    “I just needed to borrow it for a while.”  Deedee glanced at her caped crusader. “We were doing a little role-playing to spice things up.  I needed a stake.”
    “I’m a vampire.”  The man spoke as if it should have been obvious.  “Oh, wait…”  He pulled something from a pocket as he twisted away from me.  Twisting back, he grinned, displaying plastic vampire teeth.  “There, see?”
    I glared.  “You’re not a Vampire.”
    He stared with those buggy eyes.  His voice deepened, going very melodious.  “I am a vampire.  Believe.  Believe.”
    Idiot thought he could mesmerize me.  “She staked you and you’re still alive.  Explain that.” 
    He rubbed the area over his heart.  “Kinda hurt.  I might have bruises.  Dee really gets into her roles.” 
    “The danger made it so much better,” Deedee said.  “Sex by the lake.  Clifford could have gone up in ashes.  He risked his undead life for me.”
    “He’s not a freakin’ vampire.”  I growled and flicked my hand as if throwing something.  My gun vanished, flashing back into the cosmic ether, back to my armory.
    Lillian stared.  “How did you do that?”
    “Hypnotism,” the man said.  He eyed me.  “You’re even better than me.  “Was there even a gun really there?”
    I smiled and lied.  “Why, of course not.”
    He nodded in total belief and held out a hand.  “I’m Clifford Mason, owner and founder of Cliff’s Rib Shack.