..." Beau shook his head and sighed. "That psychiatrist swore he'd be locked up for at least a couple of years, so I didn't go after him later. Guess that was a mistake." I rolled my eyes. It could only happen to me. First a cowboy Dracula, now Dr. Van Helsing on steroids. Suddenly a thought occurred to me, and I stared hard at him. "What got him ticked off to begin with? No, don't tell me, let me guess. You screwed his wife, right?" Beau cut his eyes toward me. "Actually no." "Oh." If I could have, I would have blushed. "It was his sister. He noticed the bites and came hunting. He's convinced he saved her from eternal damnation." "Must be a Southern Baptist." "I think so, yeah. Anyway, he thinks he's on a holy quest to rid the world of a satanic scourge. Namely me. And you too, once he figures out you're one of the 'accursed undead'. |