Frankly, Betsy couldn't care less about vamp politics, but they have a powerful weapon of persuasion: designer shoes. Worst of all, her new friends have the ridiculous idea that Betsy is the prophesied vampire queen, and they want her help in overthrowing the most obnoxious, power-hungry vampire in five centuries-a badly dressed Bela Lugosi wannabe, natch. She's not taking too well to a liquid diet. Every night she rises, with a horrible craving for blood. But what really bites (besides waking up in the morgue dressed in a pink suit and cheap shoes courtesy of her stepmother) is that she can't seem to stay dead. Then, to top things off, she's killed in a car accident. It's been a helluva week for Betsy Taylor. From Just-Laid-Off Secretary to Queen of the Undead.
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