Free Star, Starland Vamp Series, Book 1 by Theresa Oliver Page A

for a while. If he lived long enough. “Okay, okay,” his voice was two octaves higher. “He said to bring him to the club.”
    “New York is filled with clubs,” I said, tightening even more. I didn’t know how much more he could take. “Which one?”
    “The Mirage, on Broadway!” He was almost crying, as beads of sweat and tears ran down his cheeks.
    “Why there?” I demanded, never releasing my grip.
    “I don’t know, I don’t know!” He was openly crying now. “It’s some new vamp club, that’s all I know.”
    “Thanks, moron. By the way,” I said, my body shimmered, morphing and changing before his eyes until I looked like myself, appearing to be a teenage school girl. “You’ve been very helpful.” Through the whole transformation, I never released my grip on his throat or his manhood.
    “What the hell?” He was so spooked, his eyes bulged out, momentarily forgetting about the pain in his balls. “Who the hell are you?”
    “Your worst nightmare,” I replied in a demonic voice, and smiled menacingly. My emerald eyes flared as I ripped his head off in one fluid motion. I held his head in my hands, watching his eyes close as his body twitched and fell to the floor. Vamp blood poured from his body, pooling wastefully upon the floor. Vamp blood is a luxury to other vampires. Like Dom Perignon to an alcoholic. At vamp speed, I ripped off his arms, making a dull thudding sound as I literally ripped him apart. Luckily, I didn’t get anything on my clothes. This came from years of practice. Stepping back, I pulled a lighter from my pocket and threw it onto the pile of bones, blood and flesh. It went up in a second, highly flammable, creating a flash fire, leaving only ash and smoke behind within a second. With nothing left to burn, the fire quickly extinguished. At vamp speed, I scattered the ashes about the bathroom, under the stalls, everywhere in the room .
    The bell rang, echoing loudly. Looking about the room, it looked no worse for wear, but there wasn’t a lot I could do about the smoke.
    Quickly, I unbolted the door and two long-haired seniors jumped back as I stepped from the men’s bathroom, followed by pungent, billowing smoke.
    “Man, you must have been doing some good weed in here,” one of the boys said to me, inhaling deeply. “ Call me next time you wanna party!” he said admiringly.
    But I’m sure he didn’t want to be invited to that party.
    I stopped in front of them and looked them both straight in the eye. My cat green eyes glowed. “You both saw nothing,” I pushed into their minds.  “You never saw me.” They both turned without a word and went into the bathroom.              
    “Man, what have you two been doing in here?” another student asked, entering the men’s bathroom coughing and waving their hands in front of his face.
    “I don’t know …” the long haired boy’s voice trailed off as I darted down the hall.
    I moved quickly at human speed to retrieve my backpack from the locker where I’d stashed it, then headed down the hallway to the classroom that moron was looking into. I was just in time to see Zac coming from the classroom. My heart sank. Someone knew who Zac was and must have a price on his head. And if one vamp found him, especially a moron like that, then others would follow.
    “Hey,” Zac said, his face lighting up as he spotted me halfway down the hall and rushed to my side. I have to say, my heart fluttered at his reaction. “What happened to you?” Suddenly, he crinkled his nose, smelling a bad odor. Then his eyes broadened, backing away. “Hey, I’m not into that. I don’t do drugs …”
    “Neither do I,” I quickly corrected. “I got lost, then went into the bathroom and there were some girls in there doing something they shouldn’t. I’m not sure what they were smoking in there. I just left when I saw them,” I quickly lied. How could I tell him that I just tore a moronic vampire limb from limb, set him