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telepathy—which also is quite rare—but they’re believed to be related gifts.”
“Precognition, as in seeing the future? It didn’t seem like that at all. Not like a vision or anything.”
“It’s typically very subtle. An unidentifiable preference for a specific seat in a restaurant that results in a glass of wine not spilling on you—that type of thing. It can be exciting stuff, even if it isn’t always useful.” Wembley waggled his bushy eyebrows again. “And in your case, you might get some decent mileage out of it if you’re getting those kinds of tips. Telepathy is a bit more straightforward, but again, usually only the lowest levels of talent occur—like getting a strong feeling that someone is angry or sad. You’re not getting any of that, though, are you? Just the precog, right?”
“Definitely no hints as to what people are thinking.” My experience with the Jeep came to mind. “I did have this bizarre urge to buy a new car. It makes me ridiculously happy to drive it. Not a clue why. Maybe the precognition you’re talking about?”
“That’s what I mean. You’ll just have to see if it develops into a more usable talent. Are there any other peculiarities that you’ve encountered?”
“No chocolate. Makes me retch.”
Wembley’s face drooped. “I mourn your loss. Vampires have no difficulty with consuming hot chocolate—dark or milk. I find both to be quite satisfying, but again, one must be mindful of the caffeine.”
“What about garlic and crosses and stakes?”
“Myths, but you are as susceptible to injury as before. Increased life span and some faster healing—but stop our heart, remove our head, or break our spinal column and that’s all she wrote.”
“Now this is useful stuff. Anything I absolutely should not do?”
“Let common sense rule. If it hurt your human body, it’s probably bad for the vamp version. Stay away from too much caffeine. Illegal drugs are usually a bad idea—although weed can be fun.” I shook my head, and he smiled. “Right, no weed.”
“And things I absolutely should do?”
“Keep yourself well fed—as best you can. A cranky vamp is no one’s friend.” Wembley shook his head. “A few bad seeds, and we all get a bad rap.”
“Alex implied that vampires weren’t universally all that well liked.” Implied seemed softer than the reality of his bald statement.
“Hmph. He can talk.”
I perked up. “Hey, what exactly is Alex?”
“He gave you the thief, assassin, wizard shtick, didn’t he?”
“Yes—what’s all the secrecy about? I’d think what kind of…” Monster? Creature? I bit my tongue before either of those slipped out.
“Person?” Wembley gave me a wide-eyed, innocent look. Then he grinned. “Kidding aside, we’re all people. Enhanced people with unique gifts, but simply people. At least, the Society members are. But as for Alex, he’s most certainly a wizard. Let your freak flag fly, says I.” Wembley flashed his fangs at me.
This time, it didn’t startle me, and I took a closer look. Not like human teeth. The points were much sharper. Interesting.
“How is being a wizard freaky?”
Wembley sheathed his fangs before he spoke. “You’re so adorably, naively cute. Like a little fluffy bunny.”
“Happy is a new gig for me. I’m trying to embrace it—so don’t screw with me.” And then I smiled at him, because I really was embracing my happy these days.
“A little bunny with fangs—even cuter. Wizards have access to arcane, dark power. Many of the other enhanced won’t mix with wizards. Although, truthfully, most of us don’t commingle well. There’s the born versus made divide, with each thinking the other is inferior in some way.”
“Born versus made—so I’m made?”
“You are indeed so lucky—” Wembley winced. “Sorry. I keep forgetting. Accidents are so rare these days. But yes, you are made—with a tiny dash of genetic predisposition. All vamps lack a common immunity to
“Precognition, as in seeing the future? It didn’t seem like that at all. Not like a vision or anything.”
“It’s typically very subtle. An unidentifiable preference for a specific seat in a restaurant that results in a glass of wine not spilling on you—that type of thing. It can be exciting stuff, even if it isn’t always useful.” Wembley waggled his bushy eyebrows again. “And in your case, you might get some decent mileage out of it if you’re getting those kinds of tips. Telepathy is a bit more straightforward, but again, usually only the lowest levels of talent occur—like getting a strong feeling that someone is angry or sad. You’re not getting any of that, though, are you? Just the precog, right?”
“Definitely no hints as to what people are thinking.” My experience with the Jeep came to mind. “I did have this bizarre urge to buy a new car. It makes me ridiculously happy to drive it. Not a clue why. Maybe the precognition you’re talking about?”
“That’s what I mean. You’ll just have to see if it develops into a more usable talent. Are there any other peculiarities that you’ve encountered?”
“No chocolate. Makes me retch.”
Wembley’s face drooped. “I mourn your loss. Vampires have no difficulty with consuming hot chocolate—dark or milk. I find both to be quite satisfying, but again, one must be mindful of the caffeine.”
“What about garlic and crosses and stakes?”
“Myths, but you are as susceptible to injury as before. Increased life span and some faster healing—but stop our heart, remove our head, or break our spinal column and that’s all she wrote.”
“Now this is useful stuff. Anything I absolutely should not do?”
“Let common sense rule. If it hurt your human body, it’s probably bad for the vamp version. Stay away from too much caffeine. Illegal drugs are usually a bad idea—although weed can be fun.” I shook my head, and he smiled. “Right, no weed.”
“And things I absolutely should do?”
“Keep yourself well fed—as best you can. A cranky vamp is no one’s friend.” Wembley shook his head. “A few bad seeds, and we all get a bad rap.”
“Alex implied that vampires weren’t universally all that well liked.” Implied seemed softer than the reality of his bald statement.
“Hmph. He can talk.”
I perked up. “Hey, what exactly is Alex?”
“He gave you the thief, assassin, wizard shtick, didn’t he?”
“Yes—what’s all the secrecy about? I’d think what kind of…” Monster? Creature? I bit my tongue before either of those slipped out.
“Person?” Wembley gave me a wide-eyed, innocent look. Then he grinned. “Kidding aside, we’re all people. Enhanced people with unique gifts, but simply people. At least, the Society members are. But as for Alex, he’s most certainly a wizard. Let your freak flag fly, says I.” Wembley flashed his fangs at me.
This time, it didn’t startle me, and I took a closer look. Not like human teeth. The points were much sharper. Interesting.
“How is being a wizard freaky?”
Wembley sheathed his fangs before he spoke. “You’re so adorably, naively cute. Like a little fluffy bunny.”
“Happy is a new gig for me. I’m trying to embrace it—so don’t screw with me.” And then I smiled at him, because I really was embracing my happy these days.
“A little bunny with fangs—even cuter. Wizards have access to arcane, dark power. Many of the other enhanced won’t mix with wizards. Although, truthfully, most of us don’t commingle well. There’s the born versus made divide, with each thinking the other is inferior in some way.”
“Born versus made—so I’m made?”
“You are indeed so lucky—” Wembley winced. “Sorry. I keep forgetting. Accidents are so rare these days. But yes, you are made—with a tiny dash of genetic predisposition. All vamps lack a common immunity to
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