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    Vampire Morgue
    Vampire Morgue
    Vampire Morgue
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    Vampire Morgue

    By Maggie Jagger

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    I should never have made friends with the eternal being trying to kill himself in the freezer. It wasn’t as if he could do it, he was only trying to make time go faster. Now I am trapped inside his vampire morgue, unable to move or speak. My fate was written long ago when I played vampire slayer on the beach.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMaggie Jagger
    Release dateMay 10, 2011
    ISBN9781458030672
    Vampire Morgue
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    Maggie Jagger

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      Vampire Morgue - Maggie Jagger

      Vampire Morgue

      by Maggie Jagger

      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright 2011 Maggie Jagger

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      Chapter 1

      My useless body lay still and quiet with no gurgle of gas to remind me I once ate and digested. Undead wasn’t an option I wanted to suffer for eternity. I lay sprawled on a hospital gurney in the darkness. Alone in the silence. Helpless.

      Quiet footsteps drifted into my silent world. My heart didn’t beat with fear. No rush of adrenaline jolted me to life.

      Wasn’t seeing supposed to be the first sense to go? My eyes were shut, but I could see through my eyelids. I could see all around, even behind my head. I could see to the ocean and to the stars.

      The metal door creaked open. Something fluttered against it in the gust of warm moist air. A sign with old-fashioned lettering, its edges curled with age, warned I was in the Vampire Morgue. As if I needed reminding.

      Time for your bath, said the vampire in a gentle voice. There is no need to fear me, Calista. I am keeping you alive for us. A strand of seaweed decorated one shoulder of his dark clothes.

      His face radiated an eerie masculinity, mournful and beautiful. The sign on the door warned me where I was, but I didn’t remember how I got there.

      My death meant nothing to him because he knew I was undead. Why else would I be here, if I hadn’t been poisoned by his venomous fangs?

      The darkness didn’t stop me from watching him.

      How are you feeling? he asked.

      The way he leant over me reminded me of something lost in my mind. If only I could remember all the things I’d forgotten. As soon as I tried to grasp a memory, it vanished into a gray mist.

      I only remembered I hated vampires.

      He reached for the hose coiled over a hook on the white tiled wall and adjusted the water to a trickle. It soaked the light sheet covering me, flowed off the plastic-coated mattress and spattered on the tile floor to swish down the drain.

      My skin responded with pleasure.

      Feels good, I know, he said. Saltwater to soothe you.

      The vampire brought the hose nearer my face. He spread the stream of water with his fingers to let it run over my closed eyes.

      He blinded me with water. Remember how you wanted me to help you. Remember how it all went terribly wrong.

      Intense heat touched every cell in my brain. Something crawled inside my mind until every part of me united in tingling horror. All the dead connections fused together in an agonizing rush of memories and feelings.

      A sob rattled inside me unable to escape.

      I drifted to a memory emerging from the fog. I was six years old and I wanted to go to school. How small I looked in my new uniform. I needed help and the only person awake was the man in the walk-in freezer.

      My mother had told me he was trying to kill himself. She’d warned me not to disturb him, but I needed help now.

      My mind tried to remember having a mother. I could only watch the memory, hoping to learn from it.

      I tiptoed down the curved stairs to the hallway underneath the music room. I hated the new house. Ever since we’d come here, Momma was different. She stayed away from me and sometimes she growled at Daddy in the night. We were all miserable.

      The sun was up. It didn’t shine in the rooms down here, so I switched on all the lights I could reach. This part of the house was creepy. I wanted to go back to live in Santa Barbara, even if it sometimes smelled like gasoline.

      The freezer door creaked at me as I tugged at the handle. I propped it open with the little metal leg, just like Nanny had shown me. The man stood next to the shelf with the ice-cream, where I’d met him yesterday. I’d offered to share some with him when he’d helped open the box. He told me that he never ate anything.

      I need you to read something for me. I waved the letter from the school at him. Nanny has done most of it. I need to do the rest and I don’t know what it says, because the words are too big.

      The man turned to stare at me. He looked sad and not friendly. Ask your mother to read it for you. He didn’t speak like us. Momma said he spoke BBC, and that’s what happens when early television travels in space.

      Sometimes my mother talks nonsense. He spoke English, like Nanny Jillian from England. Not that she’d liked him for having the same accent. She left us the day she met him.

      It was his fault we couldn’t keep a nanny.

      I explained nicely, not accusing him of anything, I’m not allowed to speak to Momma during the day. Daddy’s taken Mary to the airport, she wanted to go home, so I can’t ask them. I watched the frost slowly creeping up the man’s dark clothes. Does it say I need to take a lunch?

      Make a lunch if it says to take lunch, he said in gloomy tones.

      "I can’t read what it says to bring. This is my first day of

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