Bite Me_ A Love Story Part 17
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And Flood is all, "He was going to change you back. To save you."
And I go, "Without even asking? I think not, n.o.ble vamptard. As soon as we find the Countess I'm coming back. There will be screaming."
And Flood's like, "You don't have any confrontation issues, do you?"
And I'm all, "No, I'm very insecure, actually, but I have found that if you roll up screaming like a madwoman, hair on fire, guns blazing, no one is going to mention the zit on your forehead." Which is totally true.
"Okey dokey," goes the vampyre Flood. "We'll look for someplace low or high. Low is probably safest, we can look for maintenance closets in the BART tunnels, but that keeps us out of the north end of the City, because there's no subway there. High, harder to find a place, but it gives us more choice, and it's less obvious, if Rivera and Cavuto are looking for us. There are a lot of utility sheds and meter shelters on roofs."
So I'm like, "Are we going to sleep together?"
And Flood's like, "No, but we'll be dead in the same s.p.a.ce."
And I was thinking, "How romantic," but I go, "Let's get high."
And Tommy's all, "I think that's a good idea. Jody lived in the north end of the City and so did I. It makes sense that's where she'd go. We need to get into the upper floors of a tall building and look down on other roofs, look for a shed or something. Climbing up won't be a problem. You can tell if there's people in it by looking for heat. You know you can see heat now, right?"
And I'm like, "I was figuring that it was that or that every lightbulb was leaking into the sky. But how do you know all this other stuff?"
And Tommy's like, "I have no idea."
And I was like, "If we find a roof shack with a pigeon coop by it we'll have snacks when we wake up." I know, perky. I must resist the perky. Must resist the perky.
So, like, an hour later we've found our sweet roof grave on a building in the financial district, and Flood and I are walking up Powell Street, toward California and the Fairmont, where the Countess was last seen. And we are totally alive with the night. There's like two cities in the City. I didn't see it before. There's like the indoor city, the daytime city, with people inside of apartments and restaurants and offices, and they have, like, no f.u.c.king clue about the outside city. And there's the outside city people, who are in the streets all the time, and who know every hiding place, and every tree, and where it's dangerous, and where it's just creepy. The outside city people live on, like, a different plane of existence, like they don't even see the inside people either. But when you're a vampyre, the two cities are all lit up. You can hear the people talking and eating and watching TV in their houses, and you can see and feel the people in the streets, behind the garbage cans, under the stairs. All these auras show, sometimes right through walls. Like life, glowing. Some bright pink, like Foo's, some sort of brown, or gray, like on the AIDS vet panhandling at the corner of Powell and Post. And I'm totally losing my ability to appear bored, because it's f.u.c.king awesome. I'm trying to be chill for Flood, but I want to know.
So I'm like, "What's with the pink ring around people?"
And he's like, "It's their life force. You can tell how healthy they are by it. You'll be able to smell if they're dying, too, but you won't know that right away."
I know, whoa. So I'm like, "Whoa."
And he's all, "You see it for a reason."
And I'm like, "'Splain, s'il vous plait s'il vous plait."
And he's all, "Because you're only supposed to take the sick, the dying. It's part of our predator nature. I didn't know that before I-I was lost, but I know it now."
I know, whoa. So I'm like, "Okay, how do you turn to mist?"
And he's like, "It's mental. Completely. You can't think about it, you just have to be be."
And I'm like, "You're f.u.c.king with me, aren't you?"
And he's all, "No, if you think, it doesn't work. You have to just be. Words get in the way. I think that's why the cats do it instinctively. That's the key. Instinct. I don't function well on instinct. I'm a word guy."
And I'm all, "I'm a word guy, too," like a total dwee-bosaurus. I know. How is it that I, acting Mistress of the Greater Bay Area darkness, can be reduced to spewing nano-brained beauty-queen dialog when I should be enjoying the heady power of my vamp immortality? Simple, I am a romance s.l.u.t, and there's nothing I can do about it. If a guy does or says something romantic, I'm all, "Oh, please excuse me, kind, sir, let me dial down my IQ and oh, if it would please sir, may I offer you this moist, yet helpless va-jay-jay that seems to have lost its way." I was clearly born in the wrong time. I should have been born in Wuthering Heights Wuthering Heights times. Although if I was Cathy, I would have hunted down that Heathcliff guy and beat him with a riding crop like a sado-hooker with his Black Card on file. Just sayin'. times. Although if I was Cathy, I would have hunted down that Heathcliff guy and beat him with a riding crop like a sado-hooker with his Black Card on file. Just sayin'.
So there's nothing at the Fairmont. We talk to the bellman and the guy at the concierge desk, who talks to the front-desk guy who says that he's not at liberty to talk about guests, when I whip a hundred-dollar bill on him and he says "the redhead" never showed up again after the day the cops came around asking for her. He said the cops took a cooler from her room.
And Tommy's like, "She just vanished."
And I'm all, "Do you want to get coffee? I have a bag of blood and ten thousand dollars in my messenger." The nosferatu can totally drink lattes as long as they put some blood in it, unless they're lactose intolerant.
And he stops and looks at me. He's like, "Really, ten thousand? Think that will be enough?"
And I'm like, "Well, you'll have to drink the cheap stuff, but I like to drink my lattes directly out of the veins of a toddler, and those little f.u.c.kers aren't cheap."
And he's like, "Okay, you just completely creeped me out."
So I'm all, "You suck at this. Let's go get coffee and do some vamp stuff, like beat up some pimps and whatnot."
"Since when is beating up pimps a vampyre thing?"
"Since I was looking for the Countess and they kept trying to recruit me because I'm am so awesome s.e.xy that desperate losers will totally pay to do me, which is flattering and whatnot, but I still kind of feel like they would have taken advantage of me because of my youth and naivety."
"So you want to go beat them up."
"I want to try that kung-fu thing where you tear their heart out and show it to them while it's still beating. Tres Tres macabre, macabre, non non? Plus, I'll bet the look of surprise on their faces will be worth it. Did you do that when you were out slaughtering people with Chet?"
"I don't remember any of that. I don't remember slaughtering people."
"That's why the pimps were trying to recruit me. You and Chet ate all their hos."
"You make it sound so sordid."
"Okay, you make eating hos sound pretty. Talk poetry to me, writer boy."
And he looks all heartbroken and whatnot. And he's like, "That's what Jody calls me."
And I'm like, "Sorry. Where do you want to look for her now?"
"I don't know. What time is it?"
And I look at the watch that the Countess gave me, and I'm all, "A little after one," in my I am total p.o.o.p on a stick I am total p.o.o.p on a stick voice. voice.
"Polk Street."
And I'm all, "Why Polk Street?"
He's like, "Because I'm out of ideas and we need to resort to magic."
And I'm like, "Sweet! Let's rock the dark magic!" I was tempted to do a booty dance of total dark magic celebration, but I thought it might reveal my secret.
'Kayso, we roll into this coffee shop on Polk Street, and it's all full of hippies and hipsters and couples on dates and drunks sobering up and whatnot. And everyone turns and looks at us. I'm about to chuck a spaz, because I realize that I haven't fixed my makeup since I bounced my face off the plywood in the love lair.
So I'm all, "Tommy, psssssst, do I look like a cannibal corpse on crack?"
And he stops and looks at me for a second, and he's like, "No more than usual."
And I'm all, "Do I have racc.o.o.n eyes?"
And he's like, "You've kind of taken your broken clown look to the next level, with the crusted blood around your mouth. You look cute."
Flood can be very sweet for a doofus from Indiana. I felt like I had made the right decision to choose him to be my Dark Lord, even if he was only nineteen instead of five hundred.
So I feel like I should say something nice back, so I'm like, "You're not as pathetic in those clothes." Then I realize that didn't sound as nice as I liked, so I'm all, "I want a triple soy latte with type O in it while we're waiting for magic and whatnot."
And Flood is all, "She's here."
I know. I'm like, "Whaaaa?"
'Kayso, Flood sends me for coffees and says he'll meet me at a table in the back, so when I show up, he's sitting with this ginormously fat gay guy, wearing a purple silk wizard robe with silver stars and moons on it, and his head is shaved and there's a pentagram tattooed on it, just like I drew on Ronnie's head with a Magic Marker. I know! And he has a crystal ball on his table on a stand made out of dragons, and a sign that says MADAME NATASHA, FORTUNES TOLD $5.00, ALL PROCEEDS GO TO AIDS RESEARCH. MADAME NATASHA, FORTUNES TOLD $5.00, ALL PROCEEDS GO TO AIDS RESEARCH.
And so I come up and Flood is all, "Madame Natasha, this is my minion, Abby Normal."
And I'm all, "Enchante," in, like, perfect f.u.c.king French. "Most fly eye-liner, Madame." He had like spider fake lashes and glitter liner out to his ears.
And Madame Natasha is all, "Oh, sweet of you to say, child. Your ensem is tres chic tres chic as well. But you should have a jacket, little thing like you could freeze in the fog." as well. But you should have a jacket, little thing like you could freeze in the fog."
And I'm all ready to throw down anti-mom you're-not-the-boss-of-me-talk you're-not-the-boss-of-me-talk on him, then I'm kinda okay with it. Like maybe I would get along with the Motherbot better if she were a ginormous gay guy. on him, then I'm kinda okay with it. Like maybe I would get along with the Motherbot better if she were a ginormous gay guy.
And I sit down next to Madame Natasha, because Flood is, like, in the client seat, and Flood's all, "Madame Natasha told my fortune when I first came to town, and said that I would meet a girl, but the death card kept coming up, so she couldn't figure it out." Then he turns to Madame and is like, "You were right on the money, I ended up meeting a dead girl."
And Madame's all, "Oh my," and she pulls this little fan out of one of her chins and starts fanning herself.
'Kayso, I pull out the bag of blood and squeeze a little into my coffee, then into Flood's, and he's all, "Abby, put that away."
And I'm all, "Why?"
And he's all nodding toward people, who are totally not looking at us now, but like really reading or texting hard. And he's like, "They'll freak."
And I'm like, "Oh b.i.t.c.h, please. They all saw my eye makeup, they saw how I'm dressed, they saw my dark and mysteriously colored hair, and they think I'm just trying to freak them out by pretending to pour blood in my coffee. So they are all furiously not freaking out so as to not give me the satisfaction because then they wouldn't be sophisticated City peeps. This is not my first funeral, Red State."
"Oh, I like her," goes the Madame. "She's got s.p.u.n.k."
And Flood is like, "Okey dokey."
And I'm like, "If you keep saying 'okey dokey' I will be forced to replace you as my Dark Lord."
And Madame is all, "It does sound a little corn-fed, love."
And Tommy is all, "Never mind how I talk. You remember, right, Madame? You remember me?"
And the Madame is all "Oh, yes, yes, I do now. You were the one who had achieved Olympic levels in masturbation, weren't you?"
And Flood was all, "Uh, no, that part was someone else, uh-"
So, like, the master needed a hand, if you know what I mean, so I was like, "Oh chill, it's a stress thing, everyone does it. I'm flicking the bean under the table right now just to dial the tension back a little. Yes. Yes. Yes! Oh-zombie-jeebus-f.u.c.k-me-Simba-lion-king-hakuna-matata! Yes!" So I spaz-gasmed a little and kind of slid down in my seat breathing hard. Then I like look up at the Madame with one eye and I'm like, "They're freaking out now, aren't they?"
And she just kind of nodded with big eyes and whatnot. So, you know, embarra.s.sment for my Dark Lord totally diverted. But this one crusty day dweller is all looking up from his Wall Street Journal Wall Street Journal at me with a disgusted face, so I'm all, "Rawr." at me with a disgusted face, so I'm all, "Rawr."
And Flood looks at me.
And I'm like, "Shut up, it's a thing. He shouldn't even be allowed out at night, using my dark without permission." So I rawred Wall Street again for eavesdropping.
So we sort of drank our coffee for a while and Madame looked at her cards and then, like, looked up seemed disappointed that we were still there, but Flood was on it.
He's all, "The woman you told me I would meet, I met her. We live together."
And the Madame holds up her hand, which means, "shut the f.u.c.k up" in fortune-teller language. And she looks at her cards some more. Then she looks at her tip jar.
Then Flood looks at me and like does the tip jar nod. So I pull a hundred out of my messenger bag and drop it in the jar.
And Flood's like, "Abby!"
And I'm like, "h.e.l.lo, woman you love? You want to bargain hunt?"
And he's all, "'Kay."
So Madame Natasha puts down a few more cards, and goes, "A redhead."
And we're all, "Yeah."
And she's all, "She's hurt, but she's not alone."
And we're all, "Uh-huh."
And she lays out about six more cards, and she goes, "That can't be right."
And Flood is like, "If you're getting the dead thing again, that's okay, we've worked through that."
And Madame is like, "No, it's not that." And she shuffles the cards, not cool, like a dealer, but gentle, and every which way on the table, like she's really trying to confuse the cards.
Then she lays them out again. And her eyes are getting bigger as she goes-each card, bigger eyes-until she lays down the last in her pattern and she's all, "Oh my."
And we're all, "What? What?"
And she's, "This has never happened, in thirty years of consulting the cards."
And we're, "What? What?"
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