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allow your kind here.”
    “What are you talking about?” Jamie asked. She was standing behind the motel room door half-dressed, which didn’t help the situation.
    “You know what I’m talking about. Get out of my motel, you slattern!”
    Slattern? She almost laughed at the fat little motel manager. When she’d first moved in, she’d had a nice chat with the man, who had proudly announced that he was a writer and that this motel gig was just something he was doing to earn money until he got discovered.
    “I haven’t done anything,” she protested.
    “Yet!” he shouted. “I know your kind. I saw that man go into your room last night… and he wasn’t the first!”
    She sighed. She really didn’t want to argue. It was time to move on anyway. Problem was, her latest john had snuck off without paying, and she was broke.
    “One more night?” she pleaded.
    “I want you out by noon or I’m calling the cops.” He stomped away.
    She got dressed as fast as she could, wishing she had time to take a shower, because she could still smell the alcohol and cigarettes of the john on her. Her clothes needed washing; her backpack was falling apart. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror . Slattern, indeed, she thought.
    It was twelve-thirty by the time she closed the motel room door behind her. She saw a police car pull into the alcove by the lobby. The two Mutt and Jeff cops from the Fourth of July got out. The tall cop glanced her way and hesitated, then followed his partner into the office.
    Robert Jurgenson, Jamie thought. You handsome man. She was ashamed, suddenly. She didn’t want him seeing her this way.
    She hoisted her backpack and hurried off in the other direction. It started raining before she had walked more than a few hundred yards. Perfect, she thought. Her sandals splashed into a puddle, sending mud up her shin. Just perfect.
    All my problems would be solved if I used my speed and strength to prey on these humans, she thought . It would be so easy. Just take them and kill them.
    But Terrill had shown her that being a vampire didn’t mean you had to be a monster. He’d imposed a rule upon himself that he wouldn’t kill humans. Perhaps Jamie would have followed the example of Horsham, who hadn’t given a damn, but the image of her little sister always seemed to glimmer at the sides of her vision, as if Sylvie was with her every step of the way.
    Jamie didn’t want to kill, but she couldn’t always help it. She wasn’t that strong. The bloodlust would overwhelm her, and she would come to herself with a dead man in her grasp and little memory of how he had gotten there. It was pretty clear what her trigger was: an abusive or aggressive man. No women, no children; and any man who acted with respect toward her was usually safe.
    So far, though, all her victims had been losers––there had been very little money in their pockets, or anything else of worth. She needed to find herself a rich abuser type, but she was looking so… so slatternly that she was unlikely to attract such a man.
    Jamie walked down the highway, trying to figure out how she was going to book a motel room with no credit card and no money down. It would be nearly impossible, unless she found a manager who could be paid in a different way.
    The rain was bad enough, but when the clouds started to part and blue skies appeared, she hurried her pace. She hadn’t yet reached the next motel before the sun burst out from behind a cloud and shot agonizing rays of pain onto her. She staggered and cried out. She stretched the fabric of her hood with her vampire strength, just short of tearing it, shoved her hands into her pockets, put her head down, and kept walking.
     
     

 
    Chapter 7
     
    The undergrowth on the Northwest coast is thick, growing into dense hedges and lining every vacant lot. As the sunlight became brighter and seemed to saturate the air, invading every gap in her clothing, Jamie started looking for shelter; any kind