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her wonderful conversation with Daniel had been ruined.
                  “Probably for the best,” she muttered aloud.  “I’m probably not his type.  Heck, I’m probably not anyone’s type.”  She took a turn faster than she should have, but didn’t care until a solitary figure appeared in the middle of the road.  With a curse, Jude slammed on the brakes and turned sharply to the left, letting out a short scream as she went crashing into a snowbank.  In the back of her mind, she was dimly aware of the fact her car probably hadn’t been damaged, which meant she wouldn’t have to explain anything to her parents when they got home from their business trip.  The only downside she could see was her doors were now covered in snow and she wasn’t able to get out.
                   Great , she mentally grumbled , just great.  I’ll probably die of hypothermia or something before anyone realizes I’m down here.
                   There was a loud thunk and Jude, slightly dangling in her seatbelt, froze as a number of hungry predators ran through her mind.  What were the odds of a bear breaking into her car and eating her?  At this point, she was essentially an overgrown sardine in a metal can.
                  “You going to stay in here all night?” a familiar voice said and Jude cursed her misfortune.
                  “You didn’t strike me as the hero type,” Jude said, craning her neck to see Jemima, sporting a red winter coat, staring at her from the backseat.
                  “I’m not,” she said, “now hurry it up.  Stand on the console or the dashboard.  I’ll give you a hand up.”
                  Jude did as told, balancing on the middle console as she removed her seatbelt, but hesitated when it came time to grab Jemima’s hand.
                  “I highly doubt you can lift-”
                  The statement morphed into a yelp as Jemima seized Jude’s collar and hauled her up and out of the car at a blinding speed.
                  “Holy crap,” Jude said as she stumbled through the snow.  “What are you, the lovechild of Flash and Superman?” 
                  Jemima joined her on the street, boots soundless on the gravel road.  The smile on her face had Jude thinking about predators again, only this time, less furry and more fanged.
                  “Hardly,” Jemima said.  “I’m just hungry.”
                  There was a moment, somewhere between Jemima’s face morphing into something out of a horror movie and her sinking her fangs into Jude’s neck that the human girl had a very clear thought of , Oh shit, Lux was right.   And, since Lux was right, Jude tried to think of all their vampire related conversations they’d had over the years with the hopes there was something on how to get a vampire to stop turning you into their personal juice box.
                  She tried to wriggle her way out of Jemima’s iron grip, but if she had a hard time breaking away from Lux, what match was she against a vampire?  There was an abundance of snow around, which was technically water, but with no priest to bless it, it wouldn’t do any good, assuming, of course, holy water actually worked.
                  “Please stop,” Jude begged, hoping, even though she highly doubted it, that Jemima would be a vampire with a conscience.  The only response she got was a deep throated growl as Jemima continued to suck on Jude’s neck, a sensation Jude thought would be painful, but it was only a minor irritation, like a mosquito on the back of your knee.
                  “Stop,” she said once more, with considerably less force as her vision began to waver.  She could feel her legs turning to mush and Jemima lowered her to the ground, never once breaking her hold on Jude’s