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Andrew Roller Presents
GIRL PATROL
Chapter Twenty-Three
The house had been beautiful once, but now it was on fire. But it
would take another good hour for the flames to reach the front of it, for it
was a vast mansion. A computer billionaire had lived here until two days
ago. In the parlor, Esmelda sat with her husband Vlad. Across from them,
not quite as calm as the two vampires he was facing, was Alfonse
Giovanni. He wasnÕt so bad at mesmerism, as it turned out. He had
mesmerized the president of the United States.
ÒGood work, Alfonse,Ó Vlad told the nervous Italian.
ÒThank you,Ó Alfonse said. He brushed imaginary dust off his silk
suit.
ÒHe was an easy target,Ó Esmelda said. She waved her hand
dismissively.
ÒThe Christians are rather gullible. Take the mind and you can get it
to believe anything,Ó Vlad agreed. He smiled. ÒEven in vampires.Ó
ÒThe whole world knows we exist now, you know,Ó Alfonse said. He
clasped his hands.
ÒYour Masquerade was a joke,Ó Esmelda said. ÒAll those centuries
you suffered in silence, when all along the world was yours to take.
Yours!Ó
ÒNow it is yours, madam,Ó Alfonse told the woman.
ÒYes,Ó Esmelda smiled. ÒPity the hamburgers have to spread fucking
nuclear radiation all over the place before they die.Ó
ÒWe are impervious, madam. It wonÕt affect us,Ó Alfonse assured
Esmelda.
ÒNo, but it makes the blood taste rather unpleasant,Ó Esmelda said.
ÒIt will wear off in time, IÕm told,Ó Alfonse said.
ÒThereÕs no tainted blood in the future,Ó Vlad told his wife. She
glared at him.
ÒThatÕs five billion years in the future,Ó she snapped at her husband.
ÒI donÕt want to wait five billion years to drink untainted blood.Ó
ÒWe could make quite a profit if we could find an untainted supply,Ó
Alfonse mused. Vlad arched an eyebrow. Esmelda scowled at the mention
of money, but the prospect of drinking tainted blood was already becoming
something of a major annoyance. She didnÕt like it, and the wraith
vampires were complaining about it. Suddenly, she stood up. The nervous
silk-suited Italian nearly fell out of his chair in terror.
ÒI must have pure blood!Ó Esmelda declared. She turned to her
husband. ÒWe can get some from our future.Ó
ÒOr from any time, madam, even the past!Ó Alfonse said, for he knew
everything about the time machine now, Esmelda saw little reason to keep
it a secret now that she owned the world. But it was a fucked-up world.
She had miscalculated. She had thought nuclear war would be helpful, and
indeed she had had nothing to do with it. Nobody had been mesmerized, the
thing had started on its own because the hamburgers were stupid. Now
she was stuck with tainted blood and she was not about to put up with
that.
ÒWe canÕt get into the past!Ó Esmelda roared at Alfonse. ÒMy stupid
husband screwed things up and his machine only goes five billion years
forward or back to now. ThatÕs it. WeÕre either here, or there.Ó She
looked at Vlad. ÒAnd here weÕve got tainted blood.Ó
ÒOkay, so, fuck it. WeÕll go get some blood from our future,Ó Vlad
told his wife. ÒItÕs not a problem.Ó
ÒUnless we blow up,Ó Esmelda said. Vlad made a face.
ÒThe sun isnÕt going to blow up while weÕre there,Ó he said.
ÒItÕs going to blow up pretty damn soon! You said so yourself!Ó
Esmelda cried to him.
ÒWeÕll get the machine. WeÕll get the blood. WeÕll come back,Ó Vlad
told his wife.
ÒExcuse me, madam, but the back wall is burning,Ó Alfonse said,
clasping his hands again and then pointing.
ÒYEEEK!Ó Esmelda cried. She turned and saw that the back of the
parlor had indeed been reached by the flames. They were eating through it,
and now a flame seemed to dart out at her.
ÒLetÕs go,Ó Vlad said. He rose up, and then the Italian did also.
Together the three fled the house, and as they came down the front steps
Vlad, seeing a wraith in the distance that was sucking blood from a little
girl, called out to it. ÒYou! Come here!Ó Vlad said. The wraith turned.
Suddenly he realized there was something strange about the little girl.
Seeing him, she came forward also. As she did she reached up and took one
of the wraithÕs mist-like hands. Vlad abruptly realized that the girl had
not been victimized by the wraith, she had been kissing him. And the
wraith had been kissing her back. ÒWhatÕs going on here?Ó Vlad asked, as
the two lovers walked up, one human and the other a vampire.
ÒHi,Ó the little girl said. The wraith nodded to Vlad, then to the girl,
as if introducing her. Esmelda frowned. Wraiths were supposed to kill
humans, not take them as friends. She felt uncomfortable. The wraith
seemed somehow less interested in her, less slavish, as if suddenly
independent-minded. Or too mindful of the girl.
ÒDie, little one,Ó Esmelda was about to say, but suddenly the little
girl smiled at her. To EsmeldaÕs surprise, the little girl had fangs.
ÒIÕm Jan,Ó the girl told Esmelda.
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