Lynsay Sands - Vampire Most Wanted

August 2009

Divine saw her latest customer out, surprised to note that there was no one outside her door waiting for a reading. It was the first time that day that there was no line outside her RV. A glance at her watch explained whyit was dinnertime. That was the only time she ever had a lull in customers. Right now the food stalls would have ridiculously long line as everyone at the fairgrounds converged on them in search of greasy treats to power the rest of the evenings rides and fun. Which meant she had a few minutes to catch her breath and relax a bit.

Shed barely had the thought when she spotted a couple of women moving purposefully toward her trailer. After a brief hesitation, Divine quickly flipped the Back in five minutes! sign, let her screen door slide closed, and descended the few steps to the ground. Ignoring the fact that the women were looking alarmed and rushing forward, she slipped around the side of her RV. Most customers would have stopped then, sagged with disappointment, and waited, probably impatiently, but waited just the same, so Divine was a little surprised when her arm was grabbed from behind. She was more surprised, however, by the strength in the hand that latched on to her . . . until she turned and noted that it wasnt one of the women at all, but a man.

A couple inches taller than she, dark-haired and good-looking, he was built like a linebacker. He was also looming over her, deliberately invading her space in a threatening manner as he growled, What the hell did you say to my wife?

Divine rolled her eyes with exasperation, wondering how she was supposed to know since she didnt know who his wife was. She was about to say as much, but then realized that there was something familiar about the man and quickly dipped into his thoughts. A heartbeat later she was relaxing.

Allen Paulson, she murmured his name, getting an almost childish satisfaction when his eyes widened incredulously.

How do you?

I told your wife that you were having an affair with your buxom, blond, twenty-year-old secretary, Tiffany, Divine interrupted sharply, silencing him at once. I told her that this Tiffany was pushing for marriage and that you, not wanting to lose her, but unwilling to give up your wifes money, preferred widowhood to divorce. I told her about your plans to bring about that widowhood on your upcoming vacation. I believe it was either her drowning or suffering a fall while camping in Yosemite National Park? She tilted her head. As I recall, that trip was scheduled for this week, wasnt it?

When his mouth dropped open and his hold on her arm eased, Divine added, Im guessing by the fact that youre here rather than in Yosemite, that she listened to my advice to make an appointment with her lawyer the next morning to change her will as well as remove you as the beneficiary on her life insurance.

His hand dropped away, falling limply by his side.

No doubt she also listened to my advice and hired a private detective. I gather she sent him to get photographic proof of your infidelity at that cheap little motel you like to take your secretary to every day at lunchtime? She slipped into his thoughts briefly, read the answer in the chaos there, and smiled with satisfaction. Not only had the wife done that, shed then taken the proof straight to a good divorce lawyer. The woman was now safe and on her way to being single again. After that, though, the woman had told her dear hubby that the fortune-teller at the carnival was the one who had given her the heads-up and put her on this path and it had been the best twenty bucks shed ever spent. Which was why Divine now had an irate and soon-to-be divorced and destitute husband on her hands.

Divine waited, braced for the mans anger. But instead of the explosive rage she expected, he asked in a small, frightened voice, How did you know? No one knew. I didnt tell anyone what I planned. Not even Tiffany.

Did you even bother to read the sign when you walked your wife to my trailer that day two weeks ago in Pahrump? she asked with amusement, and then reminded him, Madame Divine. Let her do a reading and define your future, she reminded him.

Yeah, but thats just . . . Its a scam, he protested. Youre a carnie. You just scam people out of their money for a laugh.

Yes, of course, Divine agreed coldly, and then tilted her head. So why arent you laughing?

Allen Paulson flinched as if shed struck him, and then his awe and dismay gave way to the rage shed expected earlier. Divine saw it roll over him, knew he was about to blow his top without the need to read him, but slipped into his thoughts anyway. It was like cutting through soft, half-melted butter with a ceramic knife. The man was so angry his thoughts were wide open. Divine wasnt terribly surprised to read that hed brought a gun with him and planned to use it. She waited until hed pulled the weapon from inside his jacket and raised it, though, before reacting. In fact, she let him get so far as to put his finger on the trigger before snapping her hand out, latching on to his throat, and lifting him off the ground. She then whirled and slammed him against her RV.

When the gun fell from his hand and he moaned in pain, she released him. The man fell like a rag doll. He landed on his ass with his legs splayed, a dazed expression on his face, and Divine immediately dropped to straddle his lap. Gravel ground painfully into her knees, but she ignored that, caught him by the hair at the nape of his neck, pulled his head to the side, and sank her fangs into his throat.

A little shiver of pleasure slid through Divine as thick warm blood began to gush from the wound, was collected by her teeth and passed into her body. It gave her an immediate rush as the nanos in her body swarmed, eager to collect this new supply of nourishment. The man had jerked in surprise when her teeth pierced his skin, and hed raised his hands to try to push her off, but he never actually got around to exerting any pressure. Instead, he froze briefly, his mind overwhelmed as hers automatically began to transmit her own pleasure to him. In the next moment, he was moaning and tugging at her instead, pulling her closer with one hand, clasping her head with the other, and murmuring encouragingly, Oh yeah, baby. Please.

He was also arching his body under her, rubbing a sudden hardness against her. Divine usually didnt cause pain in her victims, but this one deserved it. She also wasnt terribly eager to let a man who had planned to murder his own wife dry hump her there on the carnival grounds, so she deliberately withdrew the pleasure that she was experiencing and had unintentionally shared. But she also slipped into his mind to control his reaction to prevent him from screaming out in horror and pain as his mind cleared and he became aware of what was happening.

Divine was always careful not to kill her hosts. Why kill the cow that gave the milk? Besides, killing was wrong, no matter how despicable the person was, so while she drank more than she normally would have, she pulled back and freed him at the point when he was weak and woozy, but long before the man could come close to dying.

Smiling coldly at his horrified expression, Divine stood, lifting him as she went. Once they were both upright, she released him, leaving him to lean weakly against the RV rather than have to touch him anymore.

Listen carefully, Allen Paulson, she said grimly. You will not hurt your wife, or ever again consider harming or killing anyone for profit or any other reason. If you do, Ill find out, and then Ill find you . . . She raised her hand to run one finger lightly over the wound on his neck. And then I will finish this meal, cut your head off, and leave your cold dead body somewhere no one will ever find you. Do we understand each other?