The Accidental Vampire(3)

on a wild goose chase? Will we find a wannabe Goth baby playing at being a vamp?"

DJ frowned as he considered the matter. "I'm not sure. We exchanged a dozen or so e‐

mails, but I didn't really learn a thing about the woman. She was irritatingly evasive

about everything." He scowled at the road and then added, "In fact, her e‐mails were

mostly full of questions. She seemed most concerned with verifying that you truly are

what you claim to be."

"About you and what you claimed to be," Victor corrected, thinking it a verbal slip. "I

haven't even read the e‐mails."

"No, but I was answering them in your name, so used your e‐mail account and gave

her answers about you."

"What?" Victor turned on him sharply. "I don't have an e‐mail account."

"You do now," DJ informed him. "OneHotArgeneau@hotmail.com."

Before Vincent could blast him, DJ hurried on saying, "Well, you did say to answer the

ad and try to get her interest so we could find out more about her." He shrugged. "I

figured we had a better chance to get her interest if you were the one answering.

You're more interesting than me."

"How do you figure that?" he asked with amazement.

"You're rich," DJ answered promptly. "And the brother of the most powerful immortal

on this continent, not to mention a member of one of the oldest families. Chicks go in

for that sort of thing. Money, power… It doesn't hurt that you're good‐looking either."

"She could hardly have any idea what I look like," Victor pointed out with a scowl.

"I e‐mailed her a picture," DJ announced. When Victor turned on him, he said

defensively, "Well, she asked for one. So, I sent her the only one I had. The one of you

and Lucian at Lissianna's wedding. Of course," he added, casting Victor's shoulder‐

length dark hair and black jeans and T‐shirt a glance. "Your hair was much shorter then

and you were in a suit. You don't look much like that now."

Victor glowered, and then forced himself to relax back in the passenger seat. "And

what did you receive in return for this picture and information about my bloodlines?"

DJ made a face. "Not as much as I'd hoped. A brief synopsis of her life and a photo."

Removing one hand from the steering wheel, he reached blindly into the backseat and

picked up a file he'd set there when they got in the car. He handed it to Victor. "It's in

there on one of the e‐mails."

Victor opened the file. A photocopy of the newspaper ad was on top.



Wanted: Male vampire for attractive and self‐supporting female vampire. Seeking

companionship and a possible love connection. Must be willing to relocate. Only real

vampires need apply.



Shaking his head, he continued to leaf through the papers as DJ recounted what he'd

learned.

"She's a widow, and part owner with a friend in a Mexican restaurant as well as a bed‐

and‐breakfast. I can't remember the friend's name. Both businesses are in Port Henry.

She's lived there her whole life."

Victor grunted at this rundown as he found the picture. It showed a beautiful woman

with long dark hair, large dark eyes and full red lips. The name on the back said Elvi.

Victor slid the photo back in the file after the briefest look. She was a beautiful woman,

but beauty rarely affected him. He'd seen much of it over his lifetime, enough that it

no longer impressed him. It was his experience that beauty was the best way to

distract one from, and/or hide, an unbearable ugliness. The devil surely wouldn't show

up to tempt covered in warts and slime.

"So?" DJ queried when Victor set the file back on the backseat. "What do you think?"

"I think I can't tell anything from a picture and that little bit of information you

managed to get," Victor said, then spotted the sign for the exit they wanted, and

added, "but we'll find out soon enough."

DJ made a tsk of disgust. "This is probably all a huge waste of time. She didn't seem

impressed by the name Argeneau. If she was one of us, she'd have been impressed."

Victor shrugged. "We aren't the only old, powerful family. Maybe she comes from one

herself so isn't impressed. Or maybe she's just moved over from Europe. The Argeneau

name doesn't carry as much weight over there as it did before we moved. There are a

lot of old, powerful families there. Whatever the case, she still has to be checked out."

"Right," DJ said on an exhalation, and then cheered up and added, "On the bright side,

if she turns out to be a whacko wannabe, we can get in the car and head straight back

to Toronto. We'd be back home by midnight, easy."