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object on top of it. She reached up and plucked it from her tongue and glanced at it. One of her teeth from the fall. She'd regrown them all without realizing one had been busted free.
    Beth rose on her hands and knees and put a foot down. She put the toes of one foot on the ground, her eyes focused on the people walking by. She was thirsty, the act of healing herself had consumed what she'd drank earlier. She wanted— no, needed— to feed. She rose up and lifted her other foot, only to lose her balance and stumbled backwards. She tumbled and fell, slamming her shoulder onto the ground and bouncing her head on the pavement.
    Beth scowled and flipped herself up onto her side so she could look down. Whatever had tripped her was about to have its throat ripped out!
    Instead of some tiny gremlin that was cackling at the joke it had pulled, she saw the heel on her right boot had snapped off. She looked around but the alley was too dark for her to find the broken heel anywhere. Disgusted, she reached down and yanked the broken boot off and then did the same with the undamaged one. She scowled before tossing them on the ground. Ruining them was almost worse than smashing her face into the pavement, she'd really liked those boots!
    A scuff against pavement and a hushed gasp drew Beth's attention. She glared down the dark alley and saw the glow of life coming from a pile of refuse. Bags and scattered trash hid the person huddled inside of it.
    Beth crept forward, her hands and toes spread to let her crawl forward and stay close to the ground. Her jacket fell open and she felt her breasts fall free with the pull of gravity. She didn't care, what mattered was the glow of life down the alley. Whoever it was had seen her. They knew she'd fallen and was fine. Drunk or drugged up, whoever it was couldn't share what they'd seen.
    The fact that Beth felt a thirst almost as powerful as the night she had risen from the grave only made it easier.
     
     

 
    Chapter 6
     
    Beth rose to her feet again and dusted herself off. She felt different. Almost loose. She looked down and saw that not only was her jacket torn and dirty, but her shirt had come untied. The red and white plaid top was torn at the seams and had some specks of her blood on it. She retied it under her breasts and tucked everything back in place. The failing seams left her breasts unsupported and ready to fall out with the slightest jiggle. She shook her head and pulled her jacket around her.
    She stared down at the body of the dead junky. The heroin in the dead girl's veins was now in Beth's body. She laughed at her own joke. The blood in the dead girl's veins was in another dead girl's veins. She giggled and stumbled when she tried to take a step. That's right, her boots were gone. She'd thrown them away. She shrugged. Not a big deal, she could buy more.
    The problem was the girl. Or the girl's body. The two holes in her neck were an obvious cause of death. Obvious, and terrifying. Beth giggled at the thought of John or another cop doing an examination. It would be funny to watch. Funny, but Penny would be pissed. That was the kind of thing that the male vampires had been killed for.
    Beth sighed. She had to take care of the body. The problem was she couldn't fly. Couldn't even jump worth a damn. Dragging a dead homeless girl through the crowded streets would be funny, but also something that would draw attention.
    She frowned. She had to get going, why did this dumb bitch have to make things hard for her? She frowned and looked around the alley. It was brighter now, not from light but because she'd fed. She'd learned to match her heartbeat to the beat of her victim's, spreading the blood through her body with each swallow. It felt romantic, one person giving their life so that she might live.
    Now the romance was over. The stupid bitch was dead weight. Literally. Beth scowled and looked back down at her. She couldn't move her and dump her in the river or find a place to burn