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charm, then she might have been happy and favored for many years."


"And I guess you'd be out on your ass, Waldo," I said prosaically. "So tell me, were there really fanatics
in the cemetery? Or just one skinny white wrinkled fanatic, jealous and desperate?"


Then, suddenly, we were all standing, all but Mr. Cataliades, who was reaching into the briefcase.


Before my eyes, Waldo turned into something even less human. His fangs ran out and his eyes glowed
red. He became even thinner, his body folding in on itself. Beside me, Bill and Bubba changed, too. I
didn't want to look at them when they were angry. Seeing my friends change like that was even worse
than seeing my enemies do it. Full fighting mode is just scary.


"You can't accuse a servant of the queen," Waldo said, and he actually hissed.


Then Mr. Cataliades proved himself capable of some surprises of his own, as if I'd doubted it. Moving
quickly and lightly, he rose from his lawn chair and tossed a silver lariat around the vampire's head, large
enough in circumference to circle Waldo's shoulders. With a grace that startled me, he drew it tight at the
critical moment, pinning Waldo's arms to his sides.


I thought Waldo would go berserk, but the vampire surprised me by holding still. "You'll die for this,"
Waldo said to the big round man, and Mr. Cataliades smiled at him.


"I think not," he said. "Here, Miss Stackhouse."


He tossed something in my direction, and quicker than I could watch, Bill's hand shot out to intercept it.
We both stared at what Bill was holding in his hand. It was polished, sharp, and wooden; a hardwood
stake.


"What's up with this?" I asked Mr. Cataliades, moving closer to the long black limo.
"My dear Miss Stackhouse, the queen wanted you to have the pleasure."


Waldo, who had been glaring with considerable defiance at everyone in the clearing, seemed to deflate
when he heard what Mr. Cataliades had to say.


"She knows," the albino vampire said, and the only way I can describe his voice is heartbroken. I
shivered. He loved his queen, really loved her.


"Yes," the big man said, almost gently. "She sent Valentine and Charity to the cemetery immediately,