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Which was really stupid, because I had work to do tonight I had to check on Scratch and the Fiends So I pushed upover the sill, and ju dead is its pretty ain So a three-story fall was no problem at all It didn&039;t hurt; it didn&039;t even knock the breath (what breath?) out of rass, rolled, stood up, shook the dead leaves out of rass stain on ottenthe front doorbell

Finally I was in htclub, Scratch

It wasn&039;t reallyThe way it worked was, if you kill a vaenerally don&039;t have kids or fa daylight hours anyway So, I&039;d killed this rotten vaht businesses, and now they were all mine, but the only one I was really interested in was Scratch I had Jessica&039;s accountant put all the others-the school, the French restaurant, the Swiss spa (that one hurt to let go)-up for sale Tried to, anyway It was coally owned them And, like a stubborn ass, I didn&039;t want Sinclair&039;s help If they sold, I&039;d worry about what to do with theon to Scratch, but it wasn&039;t easy

I was glad Monique was gone-well, dead And not because I got her car and her businesses Not just because of that Monique had been bad, even for a vampire She&039;d tried-repeatedly-to kill et to o

I&039;d been a secretary and office htclub-handling the paperwork, anyas so I could actually do Probably If the other vauts I guess e in the vampire world They were pretty pissed that I&039;d offed the boss

Not that any of theazes averted and didn&039;t speak to h to strike up a conversation

So I pulled up outside the club-it looked like an old brownstone, except with valet parking-and went inside Deader than shit (no pun intended), as usual

"Okay, well," I told one of the their names Probably because they never volunteered theo for those blue and white hello et custoain"

"Your Majesty kno to do that," he replied, staring over my shoulder, which alwaysup on ht, and about ers, and (no joke!) a slight overbite

"Don&039;t start up with that shit," I told Slight Overbite "I hty people don&039;t die a week"

See, the way the vas, they could have "sheep," a detestable word that ht out on the dance floor, and if a regular person got on their nerves, bye-bye regular person Forget it! It was et OSHA off ement," I told him "We&039;ve been over this Look, we can run a profitable nightclub for vaular people"

"We can?" he asked, now looking around at the totally deserted dance floor

"Oh, shut up Look: put your thinking cap on your tiny little head, because we&039;re doing it If you were a dead guy, wouldn&039;t you like to hang out in a place where you won&039;t get hassled?"

"Yes And where I could drink and have fun"

"No, no I o crazy Not you know" I ed

"We&039;re going to ht Overbite," I reminded him This had been ain