Teaser Tuesday

I wasn't going to do a teaser today, but what the heck. Here goes!

Talk about a motley crew. I’d seen shady-looking characters before, but this bunch made leather-clad biker gangs look like a group of prep school graduates. This was the first time I’d performed at an all vampire bar. Sure, I’d been to bars with vamps, but this place had a strict vampires only policy. They only allowed me in because I was the entertainment.

To ease my nerves, I thought about trying to picture the audience in their underwear, but figured it would cause nightmares. Yeah, the fear of having the blood sucked out of my body wasn’t nearly as bad as the horror of being approached by a sweaty, hairy guy in Speedos.

Vampire bars weren’t unlike human bars, just sharper teeth and blood instead of beer. All those gleaming fangs could be a wee bit disconcerting, though. But my veins were safe—at least, I hoped. Being a witch meant they’d leave me alone. They didn’t need to know I sucked at being a witch, just as long as they knew I was one. Vampires, along with every other supernatural creature, had certain aversions to being turned into zoo animals, or insects. Okay, I couldn’t turn them into anything, but there was this little rumor going around and I sure as hell wasn’t telling them differently. As of late, an unspoken rule not to mess with other paranormals was set in motion—after that little snafu involving a crazed werewolf at the Boobie Bungalow out on Highway Twenty-Two. So I guess I felt safer. Some what.