Page 18 of The Good Vampire’s Guide to Blood & Boyfriends

VAMPIRE JESUS

brENNAN’S JOURNAL

Travis

Turned both me and Dom.

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Nellie yard signs for elections, battered and scattered; a light-up reindeer from some Christmas decoration with one leg removed.

Ahead of them, the shack of a house was slightly left-leaning, shingles falling, lots of spots on the building patched up with planks of wood and sheets of metal or plastic.

The coops and the greenhouse were in better shape than the actual house.

As they passed, Brennan noticed the greenhouse was full of cannabis plants.

The thick and musky smell of weed and incense was overpowering even from afar, and the chickens clucked in a cacophonous chorus, and Brennan didn’t know how Travis or Dom could stand it.

Once they started moving, Rosie ran ahead, running through the fields and barking happily. An old-school doghouse was set up under a tree a ways away from the house and coops.

“Now, it’s no castle,” Travis said cheerfully, moving a tarp that acted as a front door out of the way so that the group could sidle through the narrow space. Brennan squeezed through, afraid to touch anything wrong in fear of the whole structure crashing down.

“I love what you’ve done with the place,” Dom said, voice deadpan. Travis’s Cheshire Cat grin went impossibly wider.