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thought—especially leaving him with such an eery individual as that other stranger.
    “ Come with me.”
    “ Maybe later...” he chuckled. “Don't worry, little one.”
    She frantically looked from the eery stranger, who was coming toward them, to him. “Please, come with.”
    Leaning in the car, he kissed her. When his lips had gotten done doing wonderful mind blowing things to her lips, he pulled away from her; not but an inch away from her lips, he said, “Leave now...Don't stay, just leave...You'll forget all about this..., and me.”
    She didn't reply, she just hypnotically started her car.
    One minute, she was in the parking garage and the next she was pulled into the diner's parking lot. She had, practically, forgotten about the captivating stranger—whose lips were still imprinted on her mouth. He was still in her subconscious, but, if anyone had ever bothered asking her where, if, or when she had seen him last, she wouldn't have been able to tell them.
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    As he watched the departing car, he thought of the beauty behind the wheel. He had been watching her, for awhile now. All his lustful thoughts could think about, was how satisfying it would be to have her body in his bed. And to taste, not just those delectable lips, but that essence—she was, after all, his favorite blood type.
    Turning irritably to the eery stranger, he, smugly, said, “ Do you know how hard it is to find AB- blood?”
    “ Ah...Cailean...don't worry, her blood won't go to waste...” the stranger cackled. “I'll make sure of that..., but, before I go and claim my pretty little prize, I would like to know one thing?”
    “ Yea..., what's that?”
    “ Where's Alexandru?”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
    “You lost a body?!”
    Genevieve had thought that her boss would be angry, but considering how bloated his face was, her assumption had been more of an exaggeration than anything. 
    He was livid.
    “ You lost a body!!!” when he repeated this, it sounded more like a rampaging shouting than a question.
    While Genevieve could understand why her Captain was upset—she hadn't been too happy herself—she was still baffled on why she was being blamed for it. Granted this stiff was one of her cases, but she had done everything by the book – and more. She followed the medical examiner to the morgue and made sure that all the appropriate paperwork was filed before she left.
    No one was really to blame for this, except, that is, the person or persons that had taken the corpse from the morgue – there were some really sick, twisted, people out there. Some of the most demented people she could see doing this, were college kids – especially college boys. Probably a few frat boys thought it would be funny to go into the morgue, take a corpse, and then put it on a park bench.  She could see that happening.
    When she was in college, she remembered hearing how a bunch of stupid little pricks went to the cemetery and unburied a body – a fraternity initiation of some sort. At first, when she'd heard the gossip pertaining to this incident, she had been doubtful about the whole thing happening; surely these frat boys had better things to do—like flunking out of school and having loads of sex. Yet, once she heard it on the news, she knew it was true.  No matter how far fetched it was, she had learned, then, that young college boys, that had nothing better to do and were drunk on testosterone, were likely to do anything.
    If her stiff was on a park bench, she was definitely not looking forward to being called out for that. She could just imagine the decomposition that this summer heat would do to a corpse – definitely not a pretty sight.
    With that unpleasant thought in mind, she found herself getting even more pissed off, than she was, over the realization that her Captain had a demented desire to blame whoever was in sight and yelling range; and since she was the only one in his office,