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now. The soft towels, the black and white photographs on the walls, the aroma of a home cooked meal wafting through the house. Definitely not signs of vampire living. Pulling the tin from her pocket, she opened it and took a capsule. Before she could break it, she heard Clarissa calling her name. Pop an enhanced blood substitute or eat a meal. Staring at the dark red horse pill, she put it back in the tin and groaned. It would be in bad taste not to eat Clarissa’s food. Like it or not she would eat, compliment the cook and wish she hadn’t indulged.
    “So, you went to the coven?” AJ asked.  “What did Van Der Plume have to say? Is he going to help us?”
    “Honey, it’s dinner time, you can talk business later.”
    Clarissa placed a few boiled potatoes on Selene’s plate along with a sliced sausage and some over-cooked vegetables. Selene sighed and picked up her fork and knife and speared a potato. She hadn’t had silverware in her hands, at least to eat, in years. A coffee, a cookie, a drink – all small, easy to handle and didn’t take up much space or require intensive digestive energy. But she knew more vampires were eating. She could taste it in their blood on the few occasions she had indulged her old habits. While rare, she often found one of her clients – kills – was a vampire and so she indulged. The high one got when feeding off another vampire was explosive.
    Focusing back on her plate, she pushed the food around before spearing the slick potato. Slicing it in half, she picked it up and inspected it from all angles before popping it in her mouth. She moved her tongue around it, over it and finally bit it. The texture was exactly as she remembered it. Soft, and warm, she could taste a hint of the dirt it had been grown in. Chewing it repeatedly until it was mush, she took a swig of her drink to help wash it down.
    Peering up she noticed both AJ and Clarissa were staring at her obviously waiting for a reaction.
    “So?”
    “It’s fine.”
    “You sure?” AJ inquired before starting on her own small plate.
    “I’m sure.” Selene motioned toward their plates. “Eat.”
    Selene hadn’t been around a lot of her kind that were able to eat, so watching AJ and Clarissa push their food around and then finally take a mouthful was comical. Eating was like being a light walker, it happened gradually. It seemed that some vampire’s took to eating like they did turning humans, with great gusto. She’d killed her share of fat bastards, and after biting them she had to spit out the blood, tainted from the crap they ate. Junk food wasn’t just for humans, it seemed vamps liked it as well.
    “So.” AJ pushed back a semi-clean plate.
    Selene was surprised that AJ had eaten the bland dinner. Perhaps the lack of flavor was why she could eat. Clarissa snatched the plate off the table and interrupted AJ.
    “Would you like more, honey? Selene?”
    “I’m good. Thanks, Clarissa. I’m watching my weight. I wouldn’t want to pack on a few pounds and hurt my ability to work.”
    “Hmm. You look like you need a cookie, Selene, or a whole pack. You really should consider eating more. With your metabolism I would think you could burn ’em off in an hour. How about you, honey?”
    “I’ll take a plate later, beautiful. Save one of those sausages. They were good,” AJ sighed. “So, back to the coven, what did they say about helping us with De Marcus?”
    “Butch—”
    “Who is Butch?”
    “Gaylord wants to be called, Butch.” Selene said, turning her chair around and stretching her legs out.
    “Jesus, guess he wants to change with the times.” AJ shook her head. “So what did he say?”
    Selene fidgeted with the cuff of her shirt. Her tattoo itched, but she didn’t want to scratch it and screw-up the ink. She was sure it was almost healed, vampires healed almost too quickly. AJ cleared her throat, making Selene look up.
    “Well?”
    Selene shook her head. “He can’t help.”
    “Can’t or