Neck Deep In Vampires (A BBW Urban Fantasy) Read Online Free PDF

volunteered.
                  “I invited him,” I said to Peyton, my voice firm. “He is staying here for the time being.”
                  “How long will that time be?” She stared at him uneasily, as if she expected him to leap through the air and tear her throat out. “He’s not going to be here for long, is he?”
                  It was raining harder outside, and I could see little drops splashing on Barney’s fur.
                  “Barney, come inside already,” I said, and he leaped off the window sill and stalked over to an armchair, where he curled up and looked huffy.
                  “I’d like to speak to you alone for a minute,” I said to Peyton, and led her into my bedroom.
                  I shut the door behind us. “What is your problem?” I demanded. “That was incredibly rude.”
                  She looked distressed.  “You know how it is with vampires and Thralls,” she said. “We don’t like other species. Thralls are raised to protect vampires. We were raised to regard vampires as the master race, as superior to all others.  Werewolves and witches are…inferior. And creepy.”
                  I knew about the prejudices that vampires and their Thralls had against other paranormals, but I thought it was ridiculous.  A lot of it came from the snobbery of the three original vampires; they had been royalty when they were infected by a mutated form of the bubonic plague, in the 1400s.  In those days, people sincerely believed that those born to royal blood were superior.  Werewolves and witches were commoners, and therefore inferior.
                  However, we were now living in the 21 st century, and I wasn’t putting up with this crap.
                  “Camille doesn’t have any problem with him,” I said. “And he’s not a witch or wizard, he’s a familiar.”
                  “I guess she’s just more…” Peyton made a face “Tolerant.”
                  “I understand if you feel that you can’t be around him,” I told Peyton.
                  “Oh, thank heavens,” she said with relief.
                  “I’ll call Simon and ask him to send another Thrall here,” I said. “You can go back to New York.”
                  “What?” she looked genuinely shocked. “You want me to leave?”
                  “Peyton, I like you, but I’m not going to kick Barney out on the street,” I said. “He’s got nowhere to go, and if he goes back to the Bay Breeze, I think he might actually be in danger. Familiars are disappearing from there. That’s why he came here. He wanted my help finding his friends.”
                  “If you send me back, Simon will think I’m a failure.” Peyton actually went pale.  “I’m supposed to serve you and keep you happy.”
                  “But you should be happy too. If you can’t stand to be around Barney, then you should be back in New York with your friends.”
                  “Simon won’t understand.” Peyton really looked frightened.  Would she be in a lot of trouble if I sent her back? Possibly. I was still learning my way around the vampire world.
                  “But he didn’t mind when Sandra went back,” I protested.
                  “That’s different,” Peyton said. “She had a reason to go back. Someone in her family was sick. I’d be leaving because I didn’t please you with my service.” Ugh, just hearing that made me squirm. It sounded so indentured-servant-creepy.
                  “You did fine. I’ll tell him that,” I assured her.
                  “I’ll deal with the cat,” she said. “It won’t be that bad. It’s fine.”
                  “Are you sure?”