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All together dead5/8/2023 ![]() ![]() "Come in, my telepathic friend," Pam said, gesturing dramatically. ![]() Of course, in his long, long existence he'd had to be. Eric, the owner of Fangtasia, was a true vampire in the keeping-things-to-himself department. Though vampires had gone public five years ago and turned their best face to the world, they were still pretty secretive about their moneymaking methods, and sometimes I wondered how much of America the undead actually owned. Pam was based at the bar, but she had other duties in Eric's various business dealings. I'd raised my hand to knock again when Pam, Eric's second-in-command, opened the door. ![]() I was only five minutes late, but it looked like everyone else had beaten me to the meeting. Then I drove around to the back and parked beside several other cars lined up at the employee entrance. I stood with one foot inside my car for a minute, enjoying the mild evening and the faint, dry smell of vampire that lingered around the club. ![]() It was the third week in September, so the red neon FANGTASIA sign was already on. I was running behind, and I'd automatically gone to the front door, the public door, only to be halted by a neatly lettered sign, red Gothic script on white cardboard: WE'LL BE READY TO GREET YOU WITH A BITE TONIGHT, AT EIGHT O'CLOCK. THE SHREVEPORT VAMPIRE BAR WOULD BE OPENING late tonight. ![]()
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