I’m a Vampire…In Charge of Draculacare Read Free

as much as she needed, along with your other three Brides, after you married me.”
    “I just wish that my other former Brides agreed with you,” he muttered. “Some are earning much more than they need…like Crina, who has been selling real estate, with some success.”
    “Well, it is a perfectly respectable profession, so we can be proud of her.”
    “Of course it is, and she has done very well in it…but I just wonder if she will still keep doing it in a respectable way.”
    “Do you suspect that?”
    “Yes…I suspect that, just like Simona, our Crina might be selling something else besides real estate…and it might very well have something to do with…” (crash of thunder again) “…Draculacare!”
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    Crina Vyrdelek, The Golden Girl
    at 21st Century Golden Real Estate.
    Top Sales Producer,
    with more than $2 million in homes sold.
     
    So read the elegant scrawl on her original business card and Web site.
    Recently, however, she had had to throw out whole box of cards, since they did not promote her current specialty. Her new cards added the following announcement:
     
    Now also an Eternal Care Act provider,
    serving your needs at no charge.
    Evening hours only.
     
    In other words, she planned on combining her old profession as a Realtor with her new service as a Draculacare specialist. If she had any luck, she could practice them both together.
    With that happy thought in mind, she was more than glad to greet the young couple who had called for an appointment that night.
    Based on her experience, she was not surprised that Susan seemed rather uneasy, so Crina was quick to put the young girl’s fears at rest. Tactfully, she refrained from holding out her own hand in welcome, since it was always rather cold.
    “So how can I help you?” she asked.
    Obviously, the plump young girl had another question in mind. “Are you…I mean…are you really a vampire?” she asked in a nervous tone, as she clutched her hands together.
    “We prefer the title of Undead Americans,” Crina replied, with her sweetest smile, tossing her blond curls back onto the collar of her Realtor’s trademark red blazer. “Although, as you can hear from my accent, I am an Undead Transylvanian-American.
    “And as you can see, your country has been very good to me, so I will try to return the favor. My only question is…do you want me to find you the home of your dreams, or to fulfill your dream of eternal bliss?”
    “Eternal bliss!” George answered quickly, ignoring his sweetheart’s discomfort. Putting his arm around her plump shoulder, he explained, “We are so happy with each other, we want our joy to last forever.”
    “And I wouldn’t mind losing some weight, either,” the bride added. “I mean, I am not sure that I could ever be as slim as you, Ms. Vyrdelek, or have such beautiful blond hair and perfect make-up.”
    Tactfully again, Crina did not mention that all of her face paint was meant to hide her naturally…or unnaturally…pale complexion.
    “But of course you could!” the Realtor exclaimed. “In fact, I know a lady who specializes in Draculacare clients, right nearby at a Clinique counter in Tysons Corner.” She saw no reason to explain that that cosmetician would pay her for the referral.
    “But of course, I could never see myself in a mirror,” the girl sighed, and Crina thought she saw tears in her eyes.
    “You would never have to!” her groom retorted, in some exasperation. “Not if you looked as pretty as this lady does.”
    “And whatever I did for you, it would have to be strictly consensual,” Crina assured her. “In fact, I have a form that you must both fill out, proving just that.”
    Providing that I could ever get it posted to that accursed Web site, she thought. Luckily, almost no one else can get onto that site either, in order to check up on me, so we should be safe.
    “So how are we going to do this?” the groom asked eagerly…rather too eagerly, the