Jailbait Zombie
Chapter One
"Felix, drop your pants."
The last time I heard those words, they were from a topless stripper.
Tonight was different, but the wound on my leg hurt too much for me to protest Mel's words.
Mel was the acting head of the local nidus, Latin for "nest," in this case the community of Denver vampires. Tendrils of anxiety writhed from his orange aura, a bright contrast against the gloom of an autumn night. With a greasy gray mane combed back to his shoulders and scraggly white muttonchops, Mel projected none of the glamour associated with Hollywood vampires.
We were on a deserted construction site in Aurora, a suburb east of Denver. Though Aurora's the second-largest city in Colorado, it's the Fresno of the Front Range: square mile after square mile of strip malls and cheap ... read full excerpt from: Jailbait Zombie ebook
