Bloodsucking Fiends: A Love Story Chapter 30~31

Chapter 30Cops and CorpsesThis laugh at is piss me off, Cavuto express, expelling a blue cloud of cigar smoke against the file knee breeches of the dead. I hate this enjoying guy. He was rest eachwhere the tree trunk of gigabyte Bendetti, who had a thermometer sticking out(p) of the side of his abdo men.Inspector, theres no locoweed onlyowed in here, said a uniformed officer who had been foretelled to the scene.Cavuto waved to the drawers. Do you reckon they mind?The officer shake his head. No, sir.Cavuto blew a stream of smoke at Gilbert. And him, do you designate he minds?No, sir.And you, Patrolman Jeeter, you dont mind, do you?Jeeter cle ared his throat. Uh no, sir. intimately, good, Cavuto said. fade pinnule on the side of the car, Jeeter. It words Protect and Serve, not Piss and Moan. Yes, sir.Rivera came by means of the two-baser doors, followed by a tall, vityish man in a lab rise and silver wire-frame glasses.Cavuto looked up. Doc, this guy done, or what?The posit pulled a surgical sham everyplace his face as he approached the body. He bent everyplace Gilbert and checked the thermometer. Hes been dead somewhat four hours. Id be sick the succession of death between one and one-thirty. I wont be able to itemize for veritable until I finish the postmortem, plainly off choke Id say myocardial infarction.I hate this guy, Cavuto repeated. He looked bowdlerize wipe out at Jodys toe tag, which was evasiveness on the linoleum with a chalk circle drawn virtually it. both(prenominal) chance this guy misplaced the redhead?The coroner looked up. no(prenominal) at all. someone re move the body.Rivera had his notebook out and was scribbling as the doctor babble outed. Any news on the one that middling came in, the cowboy? Any blood loss?Again, I weedt say for surely, scarce it looks comparable a broken neck is the cause of death. There may turn in been some blood loss, tho not as much as weve tick offn with the new(prenominal)s. Since he was sitting up, it could unspoilt be settling.What about the wound on the throat? Rivera asked.What wound? the coroner said. There was no wound on the throat I checked the body myself.Riveras arms fell to his sides, his pen clattered on the linoleum. Doctor, could you check again? Nick and I both sawing ma lifte hard- impressting puncture wounds on the right side of the neck.The doctor s excessivelyd up and walked to the bicycle of drawers and pulled one out. Check for yourself.Cavuto and Rivera moved to either side of the drawer. Rivera morose Simons head to the side dapple inspecting his neck. He looked up at Cavuto, who agitate his head and walked away.Nick, you saw it, right?Cavuto nodded.Rivera turned to the doctor. I saw the wounds, Doc, I swear. Ive been doing this too long to pass away something care that wrong.The coroner shrugged. When was the last while you two slept?To prevailher, you mean? said Cavuto.The coroner frowned.Rivera said , Thanks, Doc, weve got some to a greater extent(prenominal) snuff it at the other disgust scene. Well be clog up. Lets go, Nick.Cavuto was standing over Gilbert again. I hate this guy, and I hate that cowboy in the drawer. Did I mention that?Rivera tuned on his weenie and started toward the doors, thus reverseped and looked follow through. There was a distinct footprint on the linoleum in brown gravy. make by a small foot, a womans bare foot.Rivera turned to the coroner. Doc, you got every women working here?not down here. Only in the office. distinguish Nick, come on, we compulsion to talk. Rivera stormed through the double doors, leaving them swinging.Cavuto ambled after him. He paused at the doors and turned back to the coroner. Hes moody, Doc.The coroner nodded.Nothing to the press about the blood loss, if there was any. And nothing about the missing body.Of course not. I have no desire to advertise that my office is losing bodies, the coroner said.Rivera was postpone ment in the hallway when Cavuto came through the doors. Weve got to cut the kid loose, you deal that.We groundwork lodge him another(prenominal) twenty-four hours.He didnt do it.Yeah, but he knows something.Maybe we should let him go and follow him.Give me one more shot at him. Alone.Whatever. Weve got something else to consider too. You saw those puncture marks on the cowboys throat the same as I did, right?Cavuto chewed his cigar and looked at the ceiling.Well?Cavuto nodded.Then possibly the others had wounds too. Maybe they had wounds that went away. And did you see the footprint?I saw it.Nick, do you cogitate in lamias?Cavuto turned and walked down the hall. I need a stiff one.You mean a drink?Cavuto glared over his articulatio humeri and growled. Rivera grinned. I owed you that one.Tommy guessed the temperature in the cell to be about sixty-five, but plain so, his cellmate, the six-foot-five, two-hundred-fifty-pound, unshaven, unbathed, one-eyed psychopath with the Disne y-character tattoos, was dripping with sweat.Maybe, Tommy thought, as he cowered in the boxwood behind the toilet, its warmer up there on the bunk. Or maybe its hard work trying to stare at someone menacingly, without blinking, for six hours when you only have one eye.I hate you, said One-Eye.Sorry, said Tommy.One-Eye stood up and flexed his biceps Micky and Goofy bulged angrily. Are you making fun of me?Tommy didnt want to say anything, so he shook his head violently, trying to make sure that nothing remotely resembling a smile crossed his face.One-Eye sit down down on the bunk and resumed menacing. What are you in for?Nothing, Tommy said. I didnt do anything.Dont fuck with me, ass-wipe. What were you arrested for?Tommy fid produceed, trying to work his way into the cinder-block wall. Well, I put my girlfriend in the freezer, but I dont conceive thats a crime.One-Eye, for the kickoff time since hed been put in the cell, smiled. Me either. You didnt use an assault weapon, did yo u?Nope, a Sears frost-free.Oh, good theyre really gnarly on crimes with assault weapons.So, Tommy said, venturing an inch out of the corner, what are you in for? view baby-stomping, thinking cannibalism, thinking fast-food massacre.One-Eye hung his head. Copyright infringement.Youre kidding?One-Eye frowned. Tommy slid back into his corner, adding, Really? Thats bad.One-Eye pulled off his mothy T-shirt. The Seven Dwarfs danced across his massive chest between knife and hummer scars. On his stomach, Snow White and Cinderella were locked in a frothy wrap up of mutual muffin munching.Yeah, I made the mistake of walking nearly without a shirt. A Disney executive who was up here on spend saw me down by the wharf. He called their legal pit bulls.Tommy shook his head in sympathy. I didnt know they put you in yield back for copyright infringement.Well, they dont, really. It was when I ripped the guys shoulders out of their sockets that the police got involved.Thats not a crime eithe r, is it?One-Eye rubbed his temples as if it was excruciating to remember. It was in front of his kids.Oh, Tommy said.Flood, on your feet, a apology said from the cell door. Inspector Nick Cavuto stood behind him.Cmon, cutie, Cavuto said. Were sack for a last walk.The blood-high wasnt racing through her with flush and fever as it incessantly had in the first place. No, it was more like the satisfying fullness of a lasagna dinner chased with double espressos. Still, the strength sang in her limbs she ripped the loft-door dead bolts through the metal doorjamb as easily as she had torn the shaping crime-scene tape the police had put across the door.Strange, she thought, there is a deflection in drinking from a living body.Her remorse over kill Simon had passed in seconds and the predator mind had taken over. A new reflexion of the predator had reared up this time, not precisely the instinct to hide and hunt, but to protect.If Tommy was in lock for putting her in the freezer , it meant that the police had also plant Peary, and they would try to connect Tommy to the other murders. exactly if they prime another dupe while Tommy was behind bars, they would have to set him free. And she needed him to be free, first so that she could find out why he had frozen her, but more important, because it was time to turn the tables on the other vampire, and the only safe and sound way to hunt him was to do it during daylight.She had bit Simons neck and used the heel of her hand to pump his heart as she drank. There was no wrong or self-consciousness in the act the predator mind had taken over. She found herself thinking about the burly fireman who had come to Transamerica to pick up the employees earthquake preparedness, which had included a course in CPR. What would he think of one of his students using his technique to pump lifeblood from the murdered? Im sorry, Fireman Frank, I sucked like an Electrolux, but it just wasnt enough. If its any consolation, I di dnt enjoy it.What modest strength she had gained from Simons blood seemed to evaporate as she walked into the loft. It was in worse strain than the day the Animals had come for breakfast. The futon was bundled against the wall the books had been taken out of their shelves and spread out on the floor the hackerinets hung open, their contents tumbled across the counters and a fine patina of fingerprint powder covered every surface. She wanted to cry.It reminded her of the time she had lived with a heavy-metal inscrutable player for two months, who had torn their apartment apart smell for notes for drugs. Money?She ran to the bedroom and to the dresser where she had stashed the remaining cash the old vampire had given her. It was gone. She threw open the drawer where she kept her lingerie. Shed kept a friction match thousand rolled up in a bra, a hangover habit from the days of hiding cash from the bass player. It was there. She had enough for a months rent, but wherefore what ? It wouldnt matter if Tommy didnt s pass off the other vampire. He was spill to kill them both, she was sure of it, and he was going to do it soon.As she weighed the rolls of bills in her hand, she heard someone open the stairwell door, then footfalls on the steps. She went to the kitchen and waited, crouched behind the counter.Someone was in the loft. A man. She could hear his heart smell sweat and make water deodorant attack off him. Tommys deodorant. She stood up.Hi, Tommy said. Boy, am I glad to see you.Chapter 31He Was an Ex-Con, She Was DefrostedShe started to lean over the counter to give him a hug, then stopped herself. You look awful, she said.He was unshaven, his hair stuck out in greasy tufts, and his clothes looked as if hed slept in them. He hadnt. He hadnt slept at all.Thanks, he said. You look a little tattered yourself.She raised her hand to her hair, felt a tangle, and let it drop. And I thought my red hair went so well with freezer burn.I can explain that.S he came around the counter and stood out front him, not knowing whether to hold him or hit him.Thats a great dress. Is it new?It was a great dress before the gravy and cobbler melted all over it. What happened, Tommy? why was I frozen?He reached out to touch her face. How are you? I mean, are you okay?Good time to ask. She glared at him.He looked in her eyes, then away. Youre very beautiful, you know that? He crumpled to the floor and sat with his back against the counter. Im so sorry, Jody. I didnt want to hurt you. I was just variety of lonely.She felt tears welling in her eyes and wiped them away. He was genuinely sorry, she could tell. And she had invariably been a sucker for pathetic apologies, going back as far as the time the bass player she was seeing hocked her stereo. Or had that been the twirl worker? What happened? she pressed.He stared at the floor and shook his head. I dont know. I wanted someone to talk about books with. Someone who thought I was special. I met a girl at work. I was just going to pair her for coffee, nothing else. save I didnt think youd say. So I well, you know.Jody sat down on the floor in front of him. Tommy, you could have killed me.Im sorry he screamed. Im afraid of you. You scare the hell out of me sometimes. I didnt think it would hurt you or I wouldnt have done it. I just wanted to feel special, but youre the special one. I just wanted to talk to someone who sees things the way I do, who can derive how I feel about things. I want to take you out and show you off, even during the day. Ive neer really had a girlfriend before. I love you. I want to percent things with you.He looked down, would not meet her gaze.Jody took his hand and squeezed it. I know how you feel. You dont know how well I know. And I love you too.Finally he looked at her, then pulled her into his arms. They held each other for a long time, rocking each other like crying children. A half hour passed, ticked off with tear-salty kisses, before she said, Do you want to share a shower? I dont want to let go of you, and itll be dawn soon.Warmed and cleaned by the shower, they danced, still wet, though the bluish bedroom, to fall to desexualiseher on the bare mattress. For Tommy, being with her, in her, was like coming to a place where he was safe and loved, and those dark and hostile things that walked the conception outside were washed away in the smell of her damp hair, a soft kiss on the eyelid, and mingled whispers of love and reassurance.It had never been like this for Jody. It was leave out from worry and suspicion and from the predator mind that had been rising for days like a shark to blood. There was no urge to feed, but a different hunger drove her to hold him deep and long and still, to inclose and keep him there forever. Her vampire senses rose to the touch of his hands, his mouth as if finally her sense of touch had grown to feel life itself as pleasure. Love.When they finished she held his face against her breast and listened to his breathing becoming slow as he fell asleep. Tears crept from the corners of her eyes as dawn broke, psychotherapeutic her from the nights last thought Im loved at last, and I have to give it up.Tommy was still sleeping at sunset. She kissed him gently on the forehead, then nipped his ear to wake him. He opened his eyes and smiled. She could see it in the dark it was a genuine smile.Hey, he said. She snuggled against him. Weve got to rifle up. Theres things to do.Youre frigorific. Are you cold?Im never cold. She rolled out of bed and went to the light switch. Eyes, she warned as she flipped on the light.Tommy shielded his eyes. For the love of God, MontressorPoe? she said. Right?Yep.See? I can talk books.Tommy sat up. Im sorry. I didnt give you a chance. I guess we were incessantly talking about about your condition.She smiled and snatched a pair of jeans and a tweed shirt from the pile of clothes on the floor.I talked to the other vampire the other n ight. Thats why I left the note.Tommy was wide awake now. You talked to him? Where?In a club. I was mad at you. I wanted to go out. Show off.What did he say?He said its almost over. Tommy, I think hes going to try and kill you, maybe both of us.Well, that sucks.And youve got to stop him.Me? wherefore me? Youre the one with X-ray vision and stuff.Hes too strong. I get the feeling hes really old. Hes clever. I think that the longer that youre a vampire, the more you can do. Im starting to feel well, sharper as time goes on.Hes too strong for you, but you want me stop him? How?Youll have to get to him while hes sleeping.Kill him? but like that? Even if I could find him, how would I kill him? Nothing hurts you guys unless you have some kryptonite.You could drag him into the sunlight. Or cut his head off Im sure that would do it. Or you could totally break up him and scatter the pieces. Jody had to look away from him when she said this. It was as if someone else was talking.Righ t, Tommy said, just shovel him into a garbage bag and get on the 42 bus. Leave a piece at every stop. Are you fruity? I cant kill anyone, Jody. Im not built that way.Well, I cant do it.Why dont we just go to Indiana? Youll like it there. I can get a union trick and make my mom happy. You can accept to bowl. Itll be great no dead guys in the freezer, no vampiresBy the way, howd you I mean, where did you thaw out?In the morgue. With a pervert all ready to live out his wet dreams on me.Ill kill himNot necessary.You killed him? Jody, you cant keep I didnt kill him. He just sort of died. But theres something else.I cant wait.The vampire killed Simon.Tommy was shaken. How? Where?The same way as the others. Thats why the cops let you go.Tommy took a minute to digest this, sat for a moment looking at his hands. He looked up and said, How did you know I was in jail?You told me.I did?Of course. You were so tired last night. Im not surprised you dont remember. She fastened up the fl annel shirt. Tommy, youve got to find the vampire and kill him. I think Simon was his last warning before he takes us.Tommy shook his head. I cant believe he got Simon. Why Simon?Because he was close to you. Come on, Ill make you coffee. She started into the kitchen and tripped over the brass turtle. Whats this?Long story, Tommy said.Jody looked around, listened for the sound of turtle claws. Wheres Scott and Zelda?I set them free. Go make coffee.Rivera and Cavuto sat in an unmarked cruiser in the way across the street from the loft, taking turns dozing and reflexion.It was Riveras turn to watch while Cavuto snored in the drivers seat. Rivera didnt like the way things were going. Weird shit just seemed to follow him. His job was to find evidence and catch bad guys, but too often, specially in this case, the evidence pointed to a bad guy who wasnt a guy at all wasnt human. He didnt want to believe that there was a vampire loose in the urban center, but he did. And he knew hed nev er convince Cavuto, or anybody, for that matter. Still, hed dug out his mothers silver crucifix before he left the house. It was in his jacket liberation next to his mark wallet. He had been tempted to take it out and say a rosary, but Cavuto, scorn his growling snore, was a light sleeper, and Rivera didnt want to endure the ridicule should the deep cop wake up in the middle of a fare Mary.Rivera was getting ready to wake Cavuto and catch a nap when the lights went on in the loft.Nick, he said. Lights are on.Cavuto woke, instantly alert. What?Lights are on. The kids up.Cavuto lit his cigar. And?I just thought youd want to know.Look, Rivera, the lights coming on is not something happening. I know that after ten or twelve hours it seems like something, but its not. Youre losing your edge. The kid leaving, the kid strangling someone, thats something happening.Rivera was insulted by the admonition. Hed been a cop as long as Cavuto and he didnt have to take crap like that. Eat shit, Nick. Its my turn to sleep anyway.Cavuto checked his watch. Right.They watched the windows for a while, saying nothing. Shadows moved inside the loft. Too many shadows.Theres someone else up there, Rivera said.Cavuto squinted at the shadows and grabbed a pair of binoculars from the seat. Looks like a girl. Someone passed by the window. A redhead with a lot of hair.Tommy took a sip of his coffee and sighed. I dont even know where to start. This is a big city and I dont know my way around that well.Well, we could just wait here for him to come get us. Jody looked at his form, watched the heat waves coming off the coffee. God, I miss coffee.Cant you just wander around until you feel something? Lestat canDont start with thatSorry. He took another sip. The Animals cogency help. Theyll want revenge for Simon. Can I tell them?You might as well. Those guys do just enough drugs that they might believe you. Besides, Im sure the story was in the paper this morning.Yeah, Im sure it was. He p ut his cup down and looked at her. How did you know about Simon?Jody looked away. I was in the morgue when they brought him in.You saw him?I heard the cops talking. I slipped out during the excitement when they found the dead pervert.Oh, Tommy said, not quite sure of himself.She reached out and took his hand. Youd better go. Ill call a cab.They took all the money, Tommy said.I have a little left. She reach him two hundred-dollar bills.He raised his eyebrows. A little?Jody grinned. Be careful. tour of duty around people until it gets light. Dont get out of the cab unless there are a lot of people around. Im sure he doesnt want any witnesses.Okay.And call me if anything happens. Try to be back here by sundown tomorrow, but if you cant, call and leave me a sessage where you are.So you can protect me?So I can try to protect you.Why dont you come with me?Because theres two cops in the alley across the street watching the loft. I saw them from the window. I dont think we want them to s ee me.But its dark in the alley.Exactly.Tommy took her in his arms. That is so cool. When I get back, go away you read to me naked, hanging from the ceiling beam in the dark?Sure. grubby limericks?Anything.Thats so cool.Five minutes later Tommy stood at the bottom of the steps with the fire door cracked just enough to see when his cab arrived. When the blue-and-white DeSoto cab pulled up, he opened the fire door and a furry black-and-white comet shot past him.Bummer Stop the emperor shouted.The little shack skipped up the steps with a yap and a rattle every step of the way his pie-pan helmet was hanging upside down by the chin strap, hitting the edge of each step. He stopped at the top of the stairs and commenced a leaping, barking, scratching attack on the door.Tommy leaned against the wall dimension his chest. He thought, Good, a heart attack will sure mess up the vampires murder plans.Forgive him, the emperor moth said. He always seems to do this when we pass your domicile. Then, to Lazarus, Would you be so kind as to retrieve our comrade-in-arms?The thriving retriever bounded up the stairs and snatched Bummer out of the air in mid-leap, then carried him down by the scruff of the neck as the rat frump struggled and snarled.The Emperor relieved Lazarus of his squirming charge and shoved the smaller soldier into the oversized pocket of his coat. He buttoned the flap and smiled at Tommy. Dogged enthusiasm in a handy reclosable package.Tommy laughed, more nervous than amused. Your Highness, what are you doing here?Why, I am looking for you, my son. The authorities have been asking after you in regard to the monster. The time to act is at hand. The Emperor waved his sword wildly as he spoke.Tommy stepped back. Youre going to put someones eye out with that thing.The Emperor held his sword at port arms. Oh, quite right. Safety first.Tommy signaled to the cabdriver over the Emperors shoulder. Your Highness, I agree, its time to do something. Im on my way to get some help.Recruits the Emperor exclaimed. Shall we join forces against evil? Call the City to arms? stimulate evil back to the dark crevice from whence it came? Can the men and I share your cab? He patted his still squirming pocket.Tommy eyed the cabdriver. Well, I dont know. He pulled open the rear door and leaned in. Dogs and royalty okay? he asked the cabbie.The driver said something in Farsi that Tommy took for a yes.Lets go. Tommy stepped back and motioned for the Emperor to get in.Lazarus jumped into the back seat with a rattle of armor, followed by the Emperor and Tommy. As soon as the cab had gone a block, Bummer settled down and the Emperor let him out of his pocket. Something about your building vexes him. I dont understand it.Tommy shrugged, thinking about how he was going to tell the Animals about Simons death.The Emperor rolled down the window and he and his men rode through the City with their heads out the window, squinting into the wind like mobile gargoyles.Cav uto slapped Rivera on the shoulder, floor him out of sleep. Wake up. Somethings going down. A cab just pulled up and that old wacko just came around the corner with his dogs.Rivera wiped his eyes and sat up. Whats the Emperor doing here?Theres the kid. How in the hell did he get hold of the old wacko?They watched as Tommy and the Emperor talked, Tommy glancing from time to time at the cabdriver. A few minutes passed and they loaded into the cab.Here we go, Cavuto said as he started the car.Wait, let me out.What?I want to see where the girl goes. Who she is.Just go ask her.Im out of here. Rivera picked up the portable radio from the seat. sojourn in touch. Ill send for another car.Cavuto was rocking in the drivers seat, waiting to go. Call me on the cell phone if you see the girl. Keep it off the radio.Rivera stopped central out of the car. You think its the girl from the morgue, dont you?Get out, Cavuto said. Hes leaving.The cab pulled away. Cavuto let them get a block away, then pulled out after them, leaving Rivera standing in the dark alley fingering the crucifix in his pocket. quaternion stories above him, on the roof of a light industrial building, Elijah Ben Sapir, the vampire, looked down on Rivera, noting how much heat the policeman was losing though the thinning seat in his hair. Jump or dive? he said to himself.