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and walked back to the motel. By the time darkness rolled around, she was no longer a redhead, but a blonde.
    It was hard to hide the freckles, especially with her extremely pale skin, but when she looked in the mirror, it seemed to her that she was a completely different woman. Even Sylvie wouldn’t recognize me now, she thought.
    She felt a twinge. Sylvie …
    Why did she still care? Her sister was part of her human existence, and that Jamie was dead. She found that she had few fond memories of her father and mother or her friends––and certainly not of Richard Carlan or any of her other loser boyfriends. She had almost shoplifted a box of black hair dye, but an image of her sister had come to her and her hand had plucked the next box over. I should have stayed in Bend, no matter the consequences, and watched over my little sister, just like I always have.
    But she remembered her Maker, Terrill, looking at her in pity. She couldn’t stand it. She’d run away, intending never to look back.
    As soon as it was dark, Jamie went out to make the rounds of the local taverns, most of them playing country music, which she couldn’t stand.
    She was sitting at the bar in one of them when a man moved close to her. He drew up a stool, turned toward her, and gave her a dazzling smile. She instantly distrusted him. There was something strange about him. She couldn’t help herself––she sniffed, trying to get a whiff of his blood.
    He looked amused. It was as if he had noticed her sniffing and knew what it meant. The bar was loud and noisy and smelled of spilled beer and whiskey, and Jamie couldn’t quite get a read on him.
    At first, she thought he was a slender and fit old man, because his full head of hair was pure silver. But when she looked at his face, she couldn’t see a single wrinkle. Based on his appearance alone, he wasn’t older than his late twenties.
    To hell with him, she thought. She turned away.
    He had the effrontery to laugh. “Come now, you’re here to pick up a man. Don’t I fit the bill?” he said lightly.
    “Screw you,” she said.
    “If you’d like.”
    “Yeah. Clever. Go away.”
    “As you please,” he said. He looked disappointed––but in a mocking way. Yeah, I don’t need this type of guy, Jamie thought. She sent out “Stay away!” signals for most of the rest of the evening. Finally, she calmed down.
    She shouldn’t have been hungry already, but when a cowboy tried to pick her up, she let him. She took him out behind the bar and let him lift her dress; then she said, “No, show me your money first.”
    He slapped her and pushed her against the wall.
    She tore his neck out without a second thought, drinking his blood in as messy a way as possible; anything to drive away the human part of her. Sylvie would want no part of me.
    She ate his face and his fingers, then threw up. When she was done retching, she ate the rest of him.
     
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    Jamie woke in the bathtub of the motel room the next morning. Someone was pounding on her door. In a few moments, unless she missed her guess, the motel manager––who was a pencil-necked creep––would use his key to barge in. She turned on the shower, and as soon as she had washed off the cowboy’s blood, she got out… just as the manager opened the door.
    She stood in front of him, naked, and smiled.
    Jamie wanted to tear off his face, but instead she let him push her back onto the bed. He was done in seconds, it seemed. After he left, she got back into the shower and washed and washed until the hot water turned cold, and then she stayed there and washed some more.
     
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    The next night, Jamie went to an all-night diner and waited for the inevitable proposition. This time, she took the man’s money, not his life. She checked out of the motel she’d been staying in and walked a mile down the road to the next cheap motel. There seemed to be no end of them on the highway that ran along the beach.
     
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    “Out, lady. We don’t