Nothing says “I love you” like a stake through the heart. Niall’s just looking for a quiet life, ever since the botched vampire attack that turned him into a ghoul. He’s even trying to stay off the pleasures of human flesh. Jamie’s a revenge-driven kid on a vampire killing spree, and he needs Niall’s help to survive. Somehow Niall finds his long-dormant conscience -- and his libido -- waking up. But Jamie’s luck can only last so long. This is a visceral story of love (or something like it) among the undead.

A Ghoul Like You

Jamie’s face is still flushed, his breathing ragged. “I get…” The kid won’t look at him. “I get laid plenty. Most of the guys I pick up, they’re just guys, you know?”


“I can’t smell them, all right? I don’t know how to tell. I just have to go with it, and wait to see what they want. That’s why I needed you…Fuck it.” He turns, escapes into the night.


Niall stands there for a moment, feeling the kid’s spunk leaking out of him to stain his pants.


Then he swears, and walks off home, the echo of his footsteps his only companion.


After that, Niall pays more attention to who the kid hooks up with. Three nights out of four, he makes sure his path crosses theirs so he can catch the scent of whatever lowlife is the flavor of the night. If the guy’s human, Niall catches Jamie’s eye, shakes his head. Sometimes he does that when it’s a vamp, too. Too much killing’s got to be bad for the soul.


Chapter 5