I had to smile at that. While vampires getting dinner might have frightened most people, I knew better. Peter and Cody both hated hunting human victims. They did it on occasion but rarely killed when they did. Most of their sustenance came from extra-rare butcher shop purchases. Like me, they were half- assingtheir infernal jobs.
"Hugh," I said sharply as he was about to follow the vampires out. "A word, please."
The vampires gave Hugh sympathetic looks before leaving. The imp grimaced, closing the door and facing me.
"Hugh, I gave you that key for emergencies-"
"Vampire murder doesn't constitute an emergency?"
"I'm serious! It's bad enough Jerome and Carter can teleport in here without you deciding to open up my home to God and the world."
"I don't think God was invited tonight."
"And then, you went and told them about the demon-girl outfit..."
"Oh come on," he protested. "That was too good to keep to myself. Besides, they're our friends. What's it matter?"
"It matters because you said you weren't going to tell," I growled. "What kind of friend are you? Especially after I helped you out last night?"
"Christ, Georgina. I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd take it so personally."
I ran a hand through my hair. "It's not just that. It's... I don't know. It's this whole business with Duane. I was thinking about what Jerome told me..."
Hugh waited, giving me time to gather my thoughts, sensing I was about to unleash something. My mind pondered the night's unfolding as I studied the imp's large shape beside me. He could be as silly as the vampires sometimes; I didn't know if I could speak seriously to him.
"Hugh... how do you know if a demon is lying?"
There was a pause, then he emitted a soft laugh, recognizing the old joke. "His lips are moving." We leaned against my counter, and he studied me from his greater height. "Why? Do you think Jerome's lying to us?"
"Yes, I do." Another pause followed.
"Tell me then."
"Jerome told me to be careful, said I could be mistaken for a vampire."
"He told me the same thing."
"But Peter said vampire hunters can't kill us."
"You ever had a stake driven through your heart? It might not kill you, but I bet you wouldn't like it."
"Fair enough. But Jerome claimed vampire hunters find other vampires by following their prey. That's bullshit. Cody and Peter are the exception. You know how most vampires are-they don't hang out with other vampires. Following one generally won't lead to another."
"Yeah, but he said this one was a newbie."
"Jerome didn't say that. That was Peter's theory based on the stake."
Hugh gave a conciliatory grunt. "Okay. So what do you think is going on?"
"I don't know. I just know these stories are contradicting each other. And Carter seemed awfully involved, like he was in on some secret with Jerome. Why should Carter even care? His side should technically approve of someone picking off our people."
"He's an angel. Isn't he supposed to love everyone, even the damned? Especially when said damned are his drinking buddies."
"I don't know. There's more here than we're being told... and Jerome seemed so adamant about me being careful. You too, apparently."
He stayed quiet a few moments before finally saying, "You're a pretty girl, Georgina."
I started. So much for serious talk. "Did you drink more than that beer?"
"I forget, though," he continued, ignoring my question, "that you're also a smart one. I work around shallow women so much-suburban housewives wanting smoother skin and bigger breasts-who have no other concerns but their appearances. It's easy to get caught up in the stereotypes and forget that you have a brain in there too, behind your beautiful face. You see things differently than the rest of us-more clearly, I guess. Sort of a bigger picture kind of thinking. Maybe it's your age-no offense."
"You did drink too much. Besides, I'm not smart enough to figure out what Jerome isn't telling us unless... there aren't really succubus or imp hunters out there, are there?"
"Have you ever heard of one?"
"No."
"Neither have I. But I have heard of vampire hunters-independent of pop culture." Hugh reached for his cigarettes and changed his mind, remembering I didn't like smoking in my apartment. "I don't think anyone's going to put a stake through us anytime soon, if that's what's bothering you."
"But you do agree we're being left out of the loop?"
"What else do you expect from Jerome?"
"I think... I think I'm going to go see Erik."