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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

Jessica was grateful for vamp speed to get to work because the streets seemed even darker and creepier than normal for some reason. She really had no idea what the heck was going on other than what she'd picked up on the radio; she just hoped people would figure it out soon and fix it. She wasn't getting any hits to her blog now, and that just sucked.

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Mr. Yellow was not a huge clubber.

Possibly because this was the first club he'd ever seen.

Trailed by his two cohorts, Mr. Yellow strode up to Jessica. "Where is the nest?"

"Um, duh, you're in it," Jessica said. "But you gotta show me some ID before I can let you in. Or else you can't drink."

Not that there seemed to be a bartender at the moment, but details.

"This is not a nest," Mr. Yellow pointed out. "This is a building."

"Devil's Nest is just the name," Jessica explained. "Like Caritas isn't a caritas. Well, maybe. What's a caritas, anyway?"

Mr. Yellow didn't have the faintest idea. "We are investigating." He pointed one of his colleagues out the door to find out.

"Investigatin' what?" Jessica said, giving Yellow and his companions a puzzled look. "You still gotta show me some ID and pay the cover charge. Those are the rules."

And Auditors loved rules.

They just didn't carry ID or money.

Hmmm.

"Investigating what a caritas is," Mr. Yellow said, stalling.

"Then you're in the wrong place for that," Jessica sighed. "If you want to go to Caritas, you gotta go back out the front door, take a left, take your next left, then walk down the block and there you are. But the drinks are better here. Tonight at least, since I'm not workin' at Caritas tonight. Though I'm not allowed to make drinks here on account of only being eighteen."

She rolled her eyes at that. Stupid laws. She made awesome drinks.

"Go," Mr. Yellow said, and Ms. Saffron scurried out.

"Only being eighteen what?" he asked.

"Eighteen years old," Jessica said. "Well, I'm kinda frozen at seventeen because that's when I got made into a vampire, but I'm still counting my birthdays because I don't care, I'm going to have a big party when I turn 21."

Jessica's secret weapon against the auditors: babbling.

She peered at Mr. Yellow. "You're not from around here, are you?" she said. "How'd you get on the island? The causeway was all screwed up last time I tried to go anywhere."

"Immaterial," Mr. Yellow said, narrowing his eyes. "We ask the questions."

Jessica was getting a bad feeling about this. People disappearing was bad enough. Weird people appearing couldn't be good, either.

She crossed her arms. "I'm gonna have to ask you to leave now," she said. "And don't be fooled into thinkin' I'm just a sweet southern girl. I'll kick your ass."

"But I do not have a four legged horse-like creature with me," Mr. Yellow said. "How would you kick one?"

Slang kind of escaped them.

Jessica let her fangs pop out. "You think you're funny or somethin'?" she said. "Your ass. Your butt. Or maybe I'll just bite you. Wouldn't be able to if we were at Caritas, but just my luck, we're here."

Pointy teeth. Mr. Yellow tilted his head. Did his teeth do that? He was fairly certain he would have noticed before now.

"You cannot harm me," he said. "Fact."

"Wanna bet?" Jessica snarled.

It was going to be a very bad bet.

Mr. Yellow's mouth curved into a smirk. "No."

Well, she'd show him!

Or not, since when she lunged for his neck, she vanished the instant she touched him, well before her fangs could even touch his neck.

Except there's no DJ.

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