In the window were displayed the covers of several pornographic videos.
“The Story of O-Positive,” Armod said aloud. “I don’t understand. Is that like HIV positive?”
“Idiot,” Mordr said, slapping Armod lightly upside the head.
“Ah, but I am in the mood for good literature,” Ivak said with a grin. “How about these? A Tale of Two Vampyres. The Stakes of Wrath. Or that one.” He pointed to the left. “Great Neckspectations.”
“I still don’t understand.” Armod was frowning, although his white skin did color when he craned his head from side to side and realized what one of the pictures depicted.
“Now me, I always did like a good classic mystery movie,” Sigurd added, also grinning. “A Tomb with a View.”
Vikar worried that they were embarrassing Alex, but then she said, “My favorite is Vlad Really Did Impale Her.”
His brothers glanced at him, then Alex, and burst out laughing.
“Mayhap I will not kill her after all,” Mordr declared, giving Alex a wink that did not sit well with Vikar. Not one bit.
“Can we buy some?” Armod asked.
