One Night Burns (The Vampires of Livix, #1) Read Online Free PDF

Livix.”
    “I’ve never been here before.”
    “No good boyfriends? Or they didn’t know how to scout romantic locations?”
    “I guess not.”
    “I come up here from time to time if I need to get away. But not really be away as I can see the town,” he walked to one of the park benches and sat down.
    I followed him over and sat next to him. I glanced at the car. It stood there at a perfect angle with the wheels turned a little. Like the picture of an advertisement. “That’s a great paint job.”
    “Thanks.”
    “How does the pin striping change color in the moonlight?”
    “An advanced nano-tube fiber infusion. I’m not even sure how they do it and I’m an Engineer. A friend of mine did the actual painting. It changes color under street lights but is best in the moonlight. In full sunshine it’s hard to tell it’s there at all. Other than the few micron thickness of the paint to reflect the light differently.”
    His care for the car made me a little more at ease, “So where did you get the car?”
    “It’s not good to frighten the villagers.”
    “– What?!”
    “I’ll tell you about it but you need to promise you are ok with it.” He watched me intently before continuing. “Some things on the car are new out of necessity. Like the seat covers and much of the seats themselves. And the wheels and tires. And other bits. The rest are from used cars.”
    “That’s not so bad. That’s recycling–”
    “Better than recycling it’s reusing.”
    “Yeah, no extra melting it down and reforming it.”
    “Take it off a broken car and put it on the rebuilt car.”
    “That’s ok.”
    “This car is pretty new … or I should rather say the model is recent. General Motors started building these things six months ago. A limited number are out even though the plant is building more every day. When you add up the number of people that are out looking to buy these cars, the number built, and the number on the road … It’s not easy to find used cars.”
    “That means car sales are good? That’s good to hear since Livix is so close to Detroit, jobs for our industries.”
    “Yes it’s good. But I looked for used. I fix them. It’s an Engineer thing.”
    This is good. Handy with his hands and skills at doing stuff. Warmth spread in my body and I wiggled to sit up taller, pressing my knees together.
    “So what did you start with? Was it a blown engine from someone racing it too hard?” I’d watched some of those Furious movies.
    “No. Are you sure you want to know? Maybe another time. It’s not something romantic for the first date.”
    “Is it a drug car?” I peered suspiciously at it, “Bank robbery?”
    “Ok.” He looked at the car and then out over the city, “It’s actually parts of three cars. One was in a crash in Northern California. Someone with too much Pinot Noir after an angry argument with their business partner. The second came from Southern Texas involved with a drug deal gone bad and shot up with an assault rifle. The third came from an icy road and a weak guardrail over a cliff in the Catskills.”
    “Oh … my …” I took a deep breath. Dead people. A lot of them. “Why do such a horrible thing?” I stood up and stamped around in the grass, “That’s like buying a house where someone was killed. You think their ghost might come back.”
    “Ghosts? No. They don’t exist. But if they did I’d have fifteen of them in that car.”
    “Fifteen? What?! Is that thing a clown car? Or. Or like rebuilding Stephen King’s Christine ?”
    “No, it’s not Christine ,” he got up too, brushing my arm. “It’s a machine. Its gears don’t know they are running a Camaro or a Kenworth truck, well they would show different wear because the duty cycles are different, but you get the idea, right? Just a machine. Pieces and parts.”
    “Why not bolt together a dozen coffins and drive that around?”
    “That’s funny. But have you seen the red-line for coffins, or their