Guilty Pleasures (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter: Book 1)
Laurell K. Hamilton
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When St. Louis?s most powerful vampire comes to Anita Blake for help, she is faced with her greatest fear?a man capable of arousing in her a hunger strong enough to match his own.
angry enough to be stupid, but one could always hope. I was hurt, unarmed, and outmatched. If I couldn’t get him to make a mistake, I was in deep shit. A long, pink tongue curved over his teeth. “Fresh blood,” he said. He drew in a loud breath of air. “You stink of fear, human. Blood and fear, smells like dinner to me.” The tongue flicked out and he laughed at me. I slid my uninjured hand behind my back, as if reaching for something. “Come closer, ratman, and we’ll see how you like silver.”
my knees in the cooling blood and screamed, “Let me go!” He sat up. He was covered in blood. The white shirt dripped with it, like a bloody rag. “No!” He pulled my arm closer to him, and pulled me with it. I braced one hand on the coffin. I would not go to him. I would not go! He bent over my arm, mouth wide, fangs reaching. His heart beat against the shadows like thunder. “Jean-Claude, no!” He looked up at me, just before he struck. “I had no choice.” Blood began to drip down his face from
doorway, ice pale. “He . . . he tried to kill you.” His voice cracked with fear. “Do you recognize him?” I asked. He shook his head over and over again, rapid jerky movements. “Are you sure?” “We . . . we do not . . . condone violence.” He swallowed hard, his voice a cracking whisper. “I don’t know him.” The fear seemed genuine. Maybe he didn’t know him, but that didn’t mean the dead man wasn’t a member of the church. “Call the police, Bruce.” He just stood there, staring at the corpse.
ghouls—it was an unwelcome preview. Halfway to the shed, a howl went up through the night, long and hostile. No dog ever sounded like that. I glanced back, and the ghouls were rushing over the ground on all fours. “Run!” I said. We ran. We crashed against the shed door and found the damn thing padlocked. Edward shot the lock off; no time to pick it. The ghouls were close, howling as they came. We scrambled inside, closing the door, for what good it would do us. There was one small window
night I went caving with wererats. The cave was dark. I stood in absolute blackness, gripping my flashlight. I touched my hand to my forehead and couldn’t see a damn thing but the funny white images your eyes make when there is no light. I was wearing a hard hat with a light on it, turned off at present. The wererats had insisted on it. All around me were sounds. Cries, moans, the popping of bone, a curious sliding sound like a knife drawing out of flesh. The wererats were changing from human to