Once he whips the people of Morganville into a frenzy of fear, he’ll be free to do whatever he likes with us, and no one will stand in his way. “Fallon does so need his righteous justifications.

“I heard Fallon give an order to release some of the vampires tonight from the mall.

“You should know something,” Claire said, and swallowed hard when they all turned to look at her. Mention of the town- of their destination- brought them back to reality with a crash.

“Maybe they’ve got an all- night diner in Blacke.” “Stop it, man, you’re killing me,” Shane groaned. I could really kill for a burger right now. “You know, as a vampire I was never really hungry for solid food, even though I could eat it. “Because I’m starving.” He laughed then, as pure and free a sound as Claire had ever heard from him when he wasn’t singing. They passed a deserted, falling- down old diner that had served its last crappy sandwich at least twenty years back, and right on cue, Claire’s stomach rumbled. “Except for where Oliver punched through it, and we couldn’t see to drive?” “You know, we probably should have jacked that cop car,”Įve said. Once they’d donned all the donated layers, they headed out again. “No? Sticking with the toga look? Well, I always said you were an ice- cold killer.” Shane held out something to the vampire, and got a dismissive stare in return. Claire was doing the same, taking both a T- shirt and a hoodie to add to what she was wearing, and for the first time, she felt something like warm again. “Here, put on another layer.” He handed Eve more clothes, and she bundled up gratefully. Then he gave me clothes.” Shane put on a hoodie from the bag- another TPU legacy- and snagged his blue jeans from the floor. “Well, I said I was pledging a frat at TPU with a car full of other guys, and we got driven out here and left naked by the side of the road, and the old bastard cackled and thought it was funny as hell. The logo on the faded cotton was- ironically- that of Texas Prairie University.

He grabbed a pair of the sweats and ducked out of the car to pull them on, then added a zip- up hoodie. “Sorry, ladies, they’re all men’s sizes, but I’m sure you’ll still look awesome.” “Here,” he said, and began digging out baggy sweatpants, hoodies, jackets, and shirts. “I do.”Īnd she was right to do it, because after about ten minutes, he came back with a whole plastic bag full of clothes. “What the hell is he doing? What if they just, you know, shoot on sight?” They all watched him jog away in his Joe Boxers. “Trust me, okay?” He bailed out when Michael stopped the car, and then- inexplicably- took off his jeans.

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