Daywalker Vampire Princess Book 4: Purgatory

Holly walked up to the corner booth and saw a thin man with old clothes on covered by cigar smoke. She smelled that out of all the men in this bar he was a vampire. She asked him, " do you know a man called Chaco?" He is one of our kind. She winked at him.

The vampire's cigarette paused mid-air, its cherry-red glow casting shadows under his hollowed cheekbones. His nostrils flared subtly—inhaling not just the nicotine, but *her* scent. Young blood. Bold. Stupid, maybe. His tongue clicked against his fangs before he answered, voice like gravel under a bootheel. "Chaco don’t take kindly to pretty fed bait." The neon flickered, painting his grin in fractured red.

Holly leaned in closer to him letting him smell her perfume. She said with a wry smile, I was sent as a gift from his gang. You don't want him to miss this?" Pointing at her sexy body. Why don't you just tell me where he is tough guy?"

The vampire exhaled smoke through his nostrils in a slow stream, sizing her up with eyes that had seen centuries of fools. His fingers steepled under his chin, nails yellowed and cracked. "Gift," he repeated, rolling the word like rotgut whiskey on his tongue. The bar's jukebox scratched out a distorted guitar riff. Behind them, a pool cue cracked against a ball—too loud.

Yes, a gift for his good work. Why don't I look like a gift? Holly asked seductively, and lifting up her shirt enough to expose her small, pierced nipples on her 32 b cup breasts.