The Vampire's Surprise - Stormy Glenn Page 0,1

and small stature.

Quinn liked proving them wrong.

He straightened his shirt and his tie and then planted his hands on his hips. "Who I am is none of your damn business. If you and your friends want to make a quick exit, I suggest you use the back door through the kitchen. It leads to the alleyway."

"Why are you doing this?" the vampire asked. "It's obvious that you know who we are, what we are. Why are you helping us?"

"I hate rogues. They are nothing but killers."

Fangs flashed in the bathroom light when the vampire grinned. "So are we."

"No, you take blood to survive. They take blood for enjoyment. There is a difference." It was small, but it was there. Quinn was slightly intrigued by the dark blond eyebrow that the vampire arched up. In his experience, most vampires were dark—dark hair, dark eyes, and a dark aura. This man was golden from his skin to his eyes to his hair. It was like looking directly into the sun.

He was glorious.

Quinn would be lying if he said the vampire wasn't drop-dead, wet-dream gorgeous. All three of the vampires were. That didn't mean he could get involved with them in any manner. He had too much at stake.

"Do you really believe there is a difference?"

"I do." He knew from personal experience that there was a difference. He just didn't want to get into a long explanation about how there were different types of rogues, and these rogues were the bad type. A tribe vampire would never understand the difference.

"You'd be the only one." The man chuckled softly. "Most consider us monsters."

"You mean most humans?"

The man frowned. "Well, yes, I guess."

"Enough said." Quinn turned toward the door and grabbed the handle. "Now, if you want out of here, the back door is through the kitchen. I have to get back to work before I'm missed."

"Wait, who are you?"

Quinn smirked as he glanced over his shoulder. "I'm no one, remember?"

He quickly slid out of the bathroom, leaving the door ajar in case the blond wanted to make his escape. Quinn had done what he had set out to do. He'd warned them that they were danger. The rest was up to them.

Quinn went to the kitchen to check on his orders. Seeing that most of his food was about halfway done, he started plating the rest of it. Despite his desire to help the vampires out, he still had a job to do, and he needed every cent of his paycheck.

After his plates were ready to go, Quinn shot a quick glance through the warmer to where the chef was busy cooking the dishes ordered. He figured he had just enough time to go out and check on his tables again before he'd be needed back in the kitchen.

He wasn't surprised to find the table with the three vampires vacant.

Good thing he hadn't put in their order.

On the other hand, the rogues were all still inside the small restaurant. Quinn really hoped they weren't planning on starting any trouble. There were far too many innocent people in the place. It would be a blood bath. Literally.

Quinn kept an eye on the three rogues as he went about taking care of his customers and making sure they had everything they needed. He was really glad the three fugitive vampires weren't in his section, but he felt bad for the waiter serving them, who was human and had no idea vampires existed outside of Hollywood movies.

By the time the restaurant cleared out and all the customers left, including the three rogue vampires, Quinn's nerves were strung tight. It wasn't often rogues came into the city, mostly because they were outlawed by the vampire council, hence being rogues.

But, from what Quinn had been able to piece together, there had been a lot of upheaval in the council as of late. He wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but rumor was one of the elders had flipped his lid, killing the others. New council members had been appointed, but Quinn wasn't sure they were any better.

Quinn didn't much care as long as they kept their problems to themselves. He had bigger things to worry about than vampire politics and intrigue.

He had mouths to feed.

After cleaning his tables and his station, Quinn double-checked the orders he'd had for the day, making sure the computer system matched his order records, then counted out his tips. He was required to split his tips with everyone else who worked in the restaurant.

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