Secret Life of a Vampire
Chapter One
"I don't want to die ... again," Laszlo groaned.
Jack knelt beside Laszlo's sprawled body. "Can I fetch
you anything? A warm cup of Type O?"
Laszlo covered his mouth. "Don't talk about food."
"Mi dispiace." Jack patted the Vamp on the shoulder, the
only spot on the guy's shirt that wasn't soaked with
spewed Blissky. Poor Laszlo. He'd only drunk one glass
of the whiskey-flavored synthetic blood when everyone
had toasted the groom, but obviously the little chemist
was better at making Vampire Fusion Cuisine than
ingesting it. He'd promptly thrown up all over himself.
There wasn't much anyone could do for the poor guy, so
the bachelor party had raged on in full force while
Laszlo rolled on the floor, his face clammy and pale.
"Shall I help you move to the couch?" Jack asked.
"I might get blood on it," Laszlo mumbled.
Jack frowned at the rich upholstery on the Louis
XV-style furniture. "It's already stained." What a mess.
How would he ever clean this up?
He rose to his feet with a growing sense of doom. It had
seemed like a great idea when he'd reserved a ... read full excerpt from: Secret Life of a Vampire ebook
