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“Lily, snap out of it,” shouted a deep, male, voice. “LIL!”
I jerked back and saw Dreamer standing in front of me. “What happened?”
“You’re asking me?” he said relieved. “I was telling you that The Immaculate Conception, was selling like crazy and you just zoned out.”
“Let me see your teeth,” i said, standing up.
“I want to see if you have fangs,” I snapped. “Now. Open up.”
“Why would I have fangs?”
“Satisfied?” he asked, taking a step back.
“I think my take-out lunch was on something new and it’s running around loose in my head.”
“What can I do?”
“Is everyone okay, JJ, Harry, Fluffy?”
“Sure they are. Nothing’s happened to anyone.”
I sighed in relief and sat back on the stool.
“I’m not sure,” I answered honestly. “Where’s Fluffy?”
“Sleeping in your office?”
“Do you think the vamps want to take over the human race?”
“Sure,” said Dreamer, easily.
“Why? Do you think they’re going to give it a shot?”
“I hope not.”
“Whatever happens, I’m on your side,” said Dreamer shyly.
I got up again and put my arms around him. “You know I love you, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” he said, his face turning bright red. “I love you too.”
“Is there any blood left from that guy I had lunch on earlier?”
“A little. It’s in the fridge.”
“Thanks and congratulations on the new drink.”
“You’re welcome partner,” he said, grinning widely.
I picked up the blood from the fridge and took in into my office. The color was good and it smelled ok, well, maybe it was a little on the strong side but noting that unusual. I spilled a drop onto a special type of litmus paper we use for exactly this purpose and the paper immediately burst into flames. “Okay,” I said out loud. “I didn’t expect THAT.” So there was something in his blood. I picked up the phone and called Devon.
Devon and a short, stocky guy in a white lab coat, walked into my office fifteen minutes later. Gerald, the lab guy, took the blood and began playing with his vials as quickly as he could unpack them. “Weird,” he said. “Strong stuff. Hallucinogenic and off the charts. Ten times stronger than lysergic acid diethylamide.”
“LSD,” said Devon.
“I KNOW what it is, thank you very much.”
“The human brain couldn’t have handled this kind of drug for long. Brain’s not made for it. He would have been dead within an hour. You’re lucky you’re ok, Miss Lily,” said Gerald. “There’s something else in here but I’ll need the lab to find out what it is. I don’t think you’ll have any flashbacks because of your make-up but I can’t be certain. Try to drink from people who are clean for a couple of days and get someone to feed you right now to dilute anything that might still be in your system.”
“Thank you Gerald. I don’t know what we would do without you. You’re a good friend.”
“Well, the pay’s not bad,” he laughed.
Fluffy looked up from her soft bed and smiled.
“You think she’s smiling at you, don’t you,” laughed Devon.
“She IS smiling at me, aren’t you sweet puppy,” I crooned, in puppy talk. Fluffy’s tale thumped against the floor and she rolled onto her back.
“I’d like to stay with you until I’m sure that you’re okay.” said Devon. “I think it’s the smart thing to do.”
“Kill anything unfamiliar that tries to get near me and kill me if I get too dangerous.”
“Deal,” said Devon. “Now come here.”