So that was the plan. Keep living our lives. Ben goes to work, I go to work …
I called out, “Hey, wait a minute—” Angelo turned, scowling, and I asked, “Do you happen to know any vampire strippers? You know, strippers who are vampires?” I winced hopefully.
He rolled his eyes and marched out. Ah, well.
I didn’t know anything about Angelo: how old he was, how he’d become a vampire, where he came from, anything. It had taken me years to learn what I knew about Rick, and now I was back at square one. I’d have to start with the needling questions all over again—if I thought Angelo would actually answer them. He wasn’t a bad guy, I didn’t think. Rick had trusted him—to a point, at least. But he didn’t choose the situation he found himself in now, and that made him surly. I could understand that. His prayer for future boredom was heartfelt.
Cormac watched him leave, swinging open the door like it personally offended him and stalking out into the night.
“I never thought I’d say this, but I think I miss Rick,” he said.
On the other hand, I knew I’d miss Rick the minute he left.
Chapter 3
BACK TO work, then. It wasn’t the end of the world—not yet, anyway—so we had to keep on with our lives. This was better, I knew. The alternative was freezing in place and never moving again.
Angelo came through on finding me a vampire stripper to interview on the show. Or stripper vampire. I still wasn’t sure which way to go on that one. Her name was Colette, and when I asked if that was her real name or her stripper name, she just arced a neatly plucked brow at me and smiled.
I had to admit, I hadn’t ever known any for-real strippers, and I didn’t know what to expect. No expectation at all was better than defaulting to TV stereotypes. She arrived at the studio before the start of the show, and when I met her in the lobby, my first impression was to think, yup, she’s a vampire. She had mahogany hair, light brown skin, wore a real rabbit fur stole over a stylish black silk dress and knee-high leather boots, and held herself with a poise that made me swoon a bit. She’d walk int
o a nightclub and turn heads, and I tried to remember if I’d ever seen her at Psalm 23, the club the Denver vampire Family ran and used as hunting grounds. I didn’t think so.
In the studio, I offered her a chair and showed her how the headset worked. She was polite, smiling wryly when I avoided looking directly into her hypnotic gaze.
I watched the clock; we were seconds from go, and through the booth window I saw Matt staring, frozen. I’d warned him that she was coming, and that he shouldn’t look directly into her eyes. But it was pretty hard not to, I supposed, when somebody like that walked into the room. The vampire gave him a smile that made him blush. Wrapped him around her finger with nothing more than a glance, and the thing was, that was her vampire nature, and had nothing to do with her profession.
But I could totally believe that she made really good tips.
I found a stray pen resting on my table and threw it at the booth window. Matt started at the thunk it made, shook his head clear, and got to work, or acted like he was working, flipping switches and cuing up the show’s opening.
He counted down, the on-air sign lit, and CCR’s “Bad Moon Rising” started playing through my headset. Show time. “Greetings! You’ve tuned into The Midnight Hour, the show that’s not afraid of the dark or the creatures who live there. I’m your host, Kitty Norville, and I hope you’re ready for another evening of spooky delights and tales of the uncanny. I have a special guest with me tonight. Colette is a vampire with a job you might not expect to find a vampire doing. Then again, I’ve been meeting vampires for years, and they’re always surprising me, which is why I keep talking about them. Colette, welcome to The Midnight Hour, thank you for agreeing to this interview. And can you please tell our audience what you do for a living?”
“I’m an exotic dancer. That is, I strip,” she said straight-up, with a knowing smile.
“Is this something you did before becoming a vampire, or did you take it up after?”
“Before, which is part of why I keep doing it—it’s something I know, and I’m pretty good at it if I do say so myself. It’s a lot more fun knowing I won’t ever have to worry about competing with the younger girls, as far as looks go.”
“That’s a perk I certainly hadn’t thought of. And dare I ask how long you’ve been at it?”
“You mean, how long have I been a vampire? Angelo warned me you’d ask me that.”
“It’s standard,” I agreed. “So, how about it? How old are you?”
“Oh, not that old, not compared to someone like Angelo or Rick. I’m just a baby, really.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. Right. Moving on, I’ve encountered anecdotal evidence that stripping as a vampire is more lucrative than stripping as a mortal human. Can you confirm or deny this?”
“I can understand why someone might think that’s the case. But really, there are so many factors involved, as anyone in the business can tell you. The time of day, location, the joint’s policies, local ordinances. Being a vampire turns out to be the least of it. In fact, I try not to use my … influence too often. It starts to look suspicious, you know what I mean? I may be one of the immortal undead, but the girls in the dressing room can use a bottle of holy water just as well as anyone if I start poaching.”
That made a frightening amount of good sense. “Did I promise a peek into a hidden world, or what? So Colette, are you up front with your status as a vampire, or do you keep it secret? Is it a marketing point for you? ‘Come see the vampire stripper’?”
“It would be, if I actually advertised it, but I don’t. Some of my friends know, and that’s it, really. I don’t want to turn this into more of a freak show than it already is by advertising I’m a vampire. I mean, look what happened to you when you came out.”
“Freak show?” I asked, grinning. “It’s worked out pretty well for me.”
“I suppose, if you like being a target.”