Rachel Caine - Bite Club: The Morganville Vampires

R. Cat Conrad

J. T. Entzminger

Heidi Berthiaume

P. N. Elrod

Jackie Leaf

Bill Leaf

Joanne Madge

Amanda Hughes

Jamie Bartholomew

Janet Cadsawan

Shannon Aviles

NiNi Burkart

Charles Armitage

David Simon

Joe Bonamassa

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W ELCOME TO MORGANVILLE. YOULL NEVER WANT TO LEAVE.

So, youre new to Morganville. Welcome, new resident! There are only a few important rules you need to know to feel comfortable in our quiet little town:

• Obey the speed limits.
• Dont litter.
• Whatever you do, dont get on the bad side of the vampires.

Yeah, we said vampires. Deal with it.

As a human newcomer, youll need to find yourself a vampire Protectorsomeone willing to sign a contract to keep you and yours from harm (especially from the other vampires). In return, youll pay taxesjust like in any other town. Of course, in most other towns, those taxes dont get collected by the Bloodmobile.

Oh, and if you decide not to get a Protector, you can do that, toobut youd better learn how to run fast, stay out of the shadows, and build a network of friends who can help you. Try contacting the residents of the Glass HouseMichael, Eve, Shane, and Claire. They know their way around, even if they always end up in the middle of the trouble somehow.

Welcome to Morganville. Youll never want to leave.

And even if you dowell, you cant.

Sorry about that.

L ooking back on it later, Claire thought she should have known trouble was coming. But in Morganville, anything could be trouble. Your college professor doesnt show for class? Probably got fanged by vampires. Takeout forgets to put onions on your hamburger? The regular onion-delivery guy disappearedagain, probably due to vampires. And so on. For a college town, Morganville had a remarkable lot of vampires.

Claire was an authority on those subjects: Texas Prairie University and, of course, the vampires. And mysterious disappearances. Shed almost been one of those, more often than she wanted to admit.

But this problem wasnt a disappearance at all. It was an appearanceof something new, something different, and something cool, at least in her boyfriend, Shanes, opinion, because as Claire was sorting through the mail for their weird little fraternity of four into the junk and keep piles, Shane grabbed the flyer shed put in junk and read it with the most elated expression shed ever seen on his face. Scary. Shane didnt get excited about much; he was guarded about his feelings, mostly, except with her.

Now he looked as delighted as a little kid at Christmas.

Mike! he bellowed, and Claire winced and put her hands over her ears. When Shane yelled, he belted it out. Yo, Dead Man, get your ass down here!

Michael, their third housemate at the Glass House, must have assumed there was an emergency under waynot an unreasonable assumption, because, hey, Morganville. So he arrived at a run, pushing the door back and looking paler than usual, and more dangerous than usual, too. When he acted like a regular guy, he seemed quiet and sweet, maybe a little too practical sometimes, but vampire Michael was a whole different, spicy deal.

Yeah, she was living in a house with a vampire. And, strangely, that was not the weirdest part of her life.

Michael blinked the tinges of red away from his blue eyes, ran both hands through his wavy blond hair, and frowned at Shane. What the hell is your problem? He didnt wait to hear, though; he walked over to the counter and got down one of their mismatched, battered coffee mugs. This one was black with purple Gothic lettering that read poison. The cup belonged to their fourth housemate, Eve, but she still hadnt made an appearance this morning.

When you sleep later than a vampire, Claire thought, thats probably taking it a little too far.

As he filled the mug with coffee, Michael waited for Shane to make some sense. Which Shane finally did, holding up the cheaply printed white flyer. It curled at the edges from having been rolled up to fit in the mailbox. What have I always wanted in this town? he asked.