“It's going to be your word against theirs. I don't know this girl either but I know Alvin Hannity. He's a prick, and his family is disgustingly rich. They've donated a ton of money to FCU, so knocking him off his pedestal won't be easy. And be careful, because his half-form is nasty if he fights you in it." Vampire bat half-forms were one of the causes of all the vampire legends and while they couldn't actually turn into mist or dogs, they were damn fast and damn strong. Vampire bats were the air warriors of the mammal family, and that made them valuable.

"So's mine," Heda promised.

“I think I'd like to see that fight," Peter said softly. Heda realized why Anthony might think she'd fall for him. There was something special about him.

“Oh, you two are total buzz killers," Joanna said brightly.

“Kev, got anything to lighten the mood?"

"Always!"

“NOT in the dorm!" Heda said.

"You can go outside for that shit."

“You ain't smoking?" the redhead asked.

“No way."

“Peter?”

"You know I get tested for that a lot, right?"

“I'm in," Anthony said. He, Kevin, and Joanna disappeared out the door and over to the park.

“So -—" Peter said.

“I really am gay," Heda replied with a grin.

“Damn. Well, . . . Hey, speaking of Madison --" he started, then reached for the radio.

Heda was confused again, watching him fumble with the dial on the radio until it settled where he wanted it. They were playing "Brown Eyed Girl" by Van Morrison, and Heda found herself grooving along before she even got around to asking, "What does this have to do with Madison?"

About thirty seconds later, she got her answer. The song ended and a voice came on.

"That was Van Morrison and one of the all time great songs. Something kinda sexy about a brown-eyed girl, don't you think? Of course, I'm not to sure what ‘brown' looks like, but I'm thinking its warm and full and melts on your tongue. Someone once told me that chocolate is brown, and it kinda makes sense don't it?

A girl like that should be sweet. Maybe that's why Van Morrison wrote a song about her."

"That voice," Heda said, “It's familiar." But more than familiar, that voice was sexy! It had a sultry tang to it, a Southern richness and a hint of Cajun spice. It rolled around each word like sweet strawberry wine, but the tingle it left was on your ears rather than your tongue. It made Heda tingle just a little somewhere else too.

She was a sucker for a sexy voice.

“Next up," the Voice continued, “we've got a block from one of my all-time favorites, the incomparable Jim Croce. Here's ‘Car Wash Blues,' and this is your hostess Madison asking you all to stick with us through the midnight hour."

Heda's mouth fell open.

"That's Madison? No way it's the same --"