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She needed to crash Besides all the excitement, she&039;d spent too much time in the sun lately With a pint and a half in her, she was drowsy Not in the best shape to drive, though there was no breathalyser for vaht the BBC news headlines The well-spoken announcer quoted Bellaver as giving &039;no comment&039; about the death in custody of Peter Craven Donna Rogers wasn&039;tpolice with their enquiries&039; As if to remind her that the rest of the world was a mess too, the other stories were about the incident at My Lai in Vietna a massacre; the arrests of the assassins of Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King; and a strike by woenha that She&039;d written about the irls&039; strike of 1888, and conditions hadn&039;t changed enough since then

Kate kept the wireless on, to fight off sleep After the neas a repeat of last night&039;s The Bow serial (&039;an everyday story of country folk&039;) with the irritating therave, and Fenella Fielding took over the role, the show had becoh this episode was all about brucellosis at Bow habit Television soap operas The Northern Barstows, Cowley Mansions and Crossroads all followed The Bow female vampire characters - always played by warot back to Holloway Road and parked her Mini in the hard-fought-for space outside her flat Collecting a sheaf of post she could afford to ignore until later, she went upstairs and let herself in Her flat was one large room used as study and crypt, with a small kitchen area marked off by a bar, and a separate bathroom Many vampires would use the bath as a coffin, but she liked to soak and think so board in the main room, surrounded by book-piles As soon as she stepped inside, the fuzziness in her head becan of i lassitude She lowered and locked the blinds, expelling light fro too long and put on pyjamas In the bathroom, she used the loo and cleaned her teeth A fra above the sink where the hts went out

Technically, vampire lassitude was deep coh Vampires didn&039;t dream Warm critics who said vampires would never create harped on about that

Two days later, at nightfall - well past nine o&039;clock - her eyes opened

She sat up on her board and found she wasn&039;t alone Nezuht was on and she was reading Bunty So, o white dress Barefoot and bleeding a little

&039;What did I miss?&039; Kate asked

Nezue and shut her comic

&039;The flattened filly is Jessica,&039; Nezuin She was carrying this For you&039;

Nezumi picked up a sharpened stick

Kate was alar a bodyguard

Refreshed, Kate sprung up She crouched by Jessica

&039;Did you kill her?&039;

&039;No Just packed her off to Bedfordshire for a forty winks&039;

Kate stood and went to the bar A fringed leather shoulder bag she didn&039;t recognise was plued neatly

&039;Who is she again?&039; Kate asked

&039;Jessica Van Helsing,&039; said Nezurandfather last night&039;

So, the feud was passed down to another generation

&039;This isn&039;t going to end, is it? Did she come to kill me?&039;

&039;Not seriously, I suppose She hummed and hahed and bit her lip like a clot for ot to bring a hammer To be on the safe side, I tapped her on the bean to ive you a poke with a sharp stick&039;

&039;Thanks&039;

&039;Anything for a chu moaned, stirred and tried to push up Nezumi reached idly for her hockey stick

&039;Do you like her hair?&039; asked Nezueneral ? I was thinking of going blonde For a lark&039;

Kate pulled on a dressing gown

&039;We better take care of the silly goose,&039; she said