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guess I can…wait! No, no, no. No more dead girls. No more gore. No more death. Please,” I dropped my head into my free hand and held it tight.
    “No more gore and death! Aren’t you about two hours away from entering Satan’s asshole? You don’t want this, well guess what baby, you got it. Right in your fucking lap. You hunted the devil down the first time around. This time you’re blindly jumping into the bullshit with both feet. And to make matters worse, you’re a four hour flight away. There’s nothing I can do if something happens.” His voice gave away his facial expression. I could picture him with his furrowed brow and tightly set jaw.
    “That’s what this is all about? You’re all pissy pants because I hauled off and left the state. I’m not there at your beck and call, vampire kids in tow. I brought down the baddies last time sweetheart, this time you’re on your own! You and all those other idiot fucking cops need to do your goddamn jobs before another girl turns up without her head.” More than anger, my voice held a viciousness intended to strike low and do damage.
    “Dylan, you can be such a fucking bitch.” Expression change. Brows lifted in the center and eyes set on ‘puppy’. I knew that asshole way too damn well.
    “That’s right baby, get over it.” I hung up. For the sixth time since I’d known him, I hung up on him.
    My hands were a bit shaky and I needed a stiff one. A drink. A stiff drink.
    More dead girls. Fucking wonderful. I felt for the poor little headless girls, really, but in the end, I still had my head.
    Well, for now.
     

Chapter Five
    We parked in a fairly nondescript parking lot centered between a few interesting buildings. The smell of the dank water of the canal hit me as soon as I stepped foot out of the rental car. It smelled like old tap water and fish. I wrinkled up my nose in disgust before I realized that was probably offensive. Quickly, I ran my hand across my nose and glanced around at my company. Malcolm had seen every second of the little dance and scowled at my inconsiderate gesture. My defensive nature kicked in and I instantly threw on a stink eye to beat the band, just for him. I didn’t like Malcolm McTavish much to begin with and I was always looking for a reason to dislike him even more. Letting him know that, was just added pleasure.
    A large crowd was gathering on the sidewalk on the perimeter of the parking lot. At first, I thought maybe someone had fainted or went into labor, but it was nothing as cool. When we got a little closer, I was able to see a small sign propped on the ground that told me the crowd was gathering to join up with the ghost tour. I’d never proclaimed myself as an avid horror fan, but I’ve always been intrigued by the paranormal. Probably one of the deep seeded reasons I chose to research the Vampire Massacres and allowed myself to get tangled up with the underground vamp scene in the first place. Down deep in my core, I liked the unknown and the thought of searching for haunts in New Orleans sounded downright amazing , but I knew damn good and well not one of the folks in my party was about to ditch out on our evening with the plastic-fanged ones to hear some bumps in the night. My inner child pouted a bit at the thought of not getting what I wanted.
    If I survive the night, I’m ghost hunting tomorrow if it kills me.
    “Where is it we’re going?” I whined, just a little.
    “We’ll have quite a walk I’m afraid. I thought Tatum and yourself would like to see a few sights on our way to our first stop.” Malcolm, such a pompous ass, gave a look that was meant just for me. It said, what’s wrong fatty, can’t keep up?
    Fucker .
    “Sugar tits, I’m not really wearing walking shoes here. It would’ve been nice to know we’d be headed out on a trek across the French Quarter.” I strutted ahead of him with fat chick determination.
    “Ugh, I wish you two would just beat the shit out of each other and see