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eBook Category: Dark Fantasy
eBook Description: The vampires (and their attorney) are determined to rescue the pregnant runaway whose father believes she will bring about the Second Coming. Just another Christmas in the big city.

eBook Publisher: Rosetta Solutions, Inc., Published: 2001
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2002

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Words: 9900
Reading time: 28-39 min.
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The Hatter sipped his vodka and stared owlishly through the window at the falling snow. He's a spectacularly ugly man even when he's sober, and after a few drinks, he makes Abraham Lincoln look like Darryl Hannah. "What are your plans for Christmas? Seeing your family?"

Barbara smiled. "Yes and no. My parents disowned me years ago, but I'll be having lunch with a pack of friends; they're about as close to family as I have."

"Good," said the Hatter. "Christmas is grim and horrible enough without having to spend it alone." He sipped at the vodka again, and turned to me. "What about you? Is your girlfriend back?"

"No. She's in California, with her family." Lee-Lin and I had met in Hong Kong three months before, spent as much of two days together as our schedules allowed, and had done most of our courting since by phone. She loved her job and her home, and while I couldn't say the same, I wasn't ready to move to Vancouver just yet. The Hatter shrugged, commiserating, then shambled over to the bar for another drink and stopped to chat with Midas Myers. I sipped at my Glenfiddich, stared at the snow, and pondered the four most important women in my life. One was gay, one lived half a world away, one had been murdered by her father nearly thirty years ago, and one was an eight-year-old vampire who'd inspired Lewis Carroll's Alice books.

I glanced at my watch: 9.05. "Drive you home?" asked Barbara, quietly.

"Okay." We said our goodbyes, then took the lift down to the carpark.