Veronica had expected a bar full of wannabe goths. A lot of white pancake makeup and black lipstick. And sure, that element was definitely here... draped on each other and also on people that looked like something her brain really was having difficulty processing.
She was seated at the bar, all the way at the end. She thought of the weekend she and Logan had spent watching the Blade movies. And Underworld. It had been Vampire Weekend, with red wine and songs from the band of the same name. Also a lot of neck biting.
The fliers all over the city had made finding an apartment take a backseat to investigating. She'd wished she'd gotten Eddie's number, too. Could've asked him out.
Was it possible that this was real? She looked steadily at a vampire talking to a blond girl. He was sitting on a throne.
Veronica hadn't brought her camera with her, not wanting to risk it being taken from her. Now she wished she had it.
This guy looked like the real deal. And now that she realized that might be possible, the hair on her arms stood on end.