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What Goes Bump in the Night Also Scuffs Paint
Aunt Lula?” I broke into a jog and then I was there. Literally, in a blink.
Vamp speed to the nth power. That was new. I usually only had wicked-fast vamp reflexes and speed when I was about to die. Actually, not true. Usually, it was when someone else was about to die. My vamp talents were remarkably unconcerned with self-preservation.
“Look at you!” My ghostly aunt was grinning and audible. “You’re faster than the speed of light. Don’t suppose you can leap tall buildings?” She c****d her head.
Question: to tell my deceased aunt that I was a vampire—or not. I was going with not.
“She’s a vampire,” Alfred said in his quiet, pleasant voice. I cringed, but he kept talking. “They’re faster than people. I suppose it helps them hunt for foo
