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good one he'd put over on us. Not dead in a stupid, senseless
    car accident. Dad had stomped on the accelerator instead of the brake and plowed into the
    back of a parked garbage truck. Immovable force meets crunchable object. Finis for Dad
    and the Ant.

    The other Antonia I knew, a pseudo-werewolf, had vanished with her mate, George—er,
    Garrett, the day after Sinclair had left. That didn't surprise me. Although Antonia couldn't
    turn into a wolf during the full moon (causing ridicule among her pack, and eventually
    driving her to us), she was still a werewolf bred and born, and had a werewolf's natural
    need to roam.

    She'd been complaining of splitting headaches right before she left (rather than change, she
    could see the future, but it wasn't always clear, and the visions weren't always welcome).
    She'd been, if possible, bitchier than usual, while entirely close-mouthed about what might
    really be bothering her. Garrett was the only one who could stand her when she -was like
    this.

    Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) A word about Garrett. Nostra, the old vampire king—the one Sinclair and I had killed—
    had liked to starve newly risen vampires. And when that happened, they turned feral.
    Worse than feral . . . animals— scrambling about on all fours and never showering or
    anything. They were like rabid, flesh-eating pit bulls. Two-hundred-pound, rabid, flesh-
    eating pit bulls.

    Laura and Sinclair and Tina had insisted I stake the lot of them. I'd refused—they were
    victims and couldn't help their unholy craving for human flesh. And I'd been vindicated, I
    think. By drinking my blood (yurrgh!), or my sister's blood (better, but still yucky), Garrett
    (known back then as George) had recovered his humanity. Even better, he had become
    capable of love with Antonia.

    So Garrett seemed fine now. But I didn't know enough about Fiends, or vampires (shit, I'd
    only been one for little more than a year) to try another experiment, and so a cute loyal
    vamp named Alice cared for the other Fiends, and Antonia and Garrett kept each other out
    of my hair.

    Maybe someday soon, I'd ask Laura if she'd let another Fiend suck her blood, but now was
    definitely not the time.

    All the cars driving by outside (stupid Vamp hearing!) were distracting me from the insipid
    service preached by a man who clearly had never met my dad or his second wife.

    Once again I was struck by the fact that, no matter what rotten thing happened, no matter
    how earth-shaking events became, life (and undeath) went on. People still drove to and
    from work. Drove to the movies. Drove to doctors, airports, schools. Hopefully none of
    them were getting the accelerator mixed up with the brake.

    I stifled a sneeze against the overwhelming scent of too many flowers (Chrysanthemums,
    ugh! Not to mention, the Ant hated 'em), embalming fluid (from one of the back rooms,
    not Dad and the Ant), and too much aftershave.

    Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) If nobody else was going to say it, I would: being a vampire was not all it was cracked up
    to be. Even though it was 7:00 p.m., I had sunglasses on for multiple reasons. One,
    because the lights, dim as they were, made me squint. Two, if I caught the gaze of an
    unmarried man, or an unhappily married man, he'd more than likely slobber all over me
    until I coldcocked him. Stupid vampire mojo.

    Most annoying, one of my few blood relatives (I had three: my mother, my ailing
    grandfather, and my half sister), Laura, wasn't there either. She hadn't known my father at
    all, had only recently met her birth mother, the Ant (the devil had possessed the Ant long
    enough to get her pregnant and then decided childbirth was worse than hell), and so
    busied herself with interesting logistics like the wake and the burial arrangements.

    Cathie the ghost had also disappeared—-just for a while, she