Bloodsucking Fiends ls-1

by Christopher Moore

  She looked at Tommy's suitcase. "You look like you're ready to move in today. This way."

  She breezed by Tommy to a fire door beside the foundry. Tommy could smell the patchouli in her wake.

  She said, "This area is just like Soho was twenty years ago. You're lucky to have a shot at one of these lofts now, before they go co-op and start selling for a million dollars."

  She unlocked the door and started up the steps. "This place has incredible energy," she said, without looking back. "I'd love to live here myself, except the market's down right now and I'd have to sell my place in the Heights."

  Tommy dragged his suitcase up the steps after her.

  "Do you paint, Mr. Flood?"

  "I'm a writer."

  "Oh, a writer! I do a little writing myself. I'd like to write a book myself some weekend, if I can find the time. Something about female circumcision, I think. Maybe something about marriage. But what's the difference, right?" She stopped at a landing at the top of the stairs and unlocked another fire door.

  "Here it is." She threw the door open and gestured for Tommy to enter. "A nice work area and a bedroom in the back. There are two sculptors that work downstairs and a painter next door. A writer would really round the building out. What's your take on female circumcision, Mr. Flood?"

  Tommy was still about three topics behind her, so he stood on the landing while his brain caught up. People like Alicia were the reason God made decaf. "I think everyone should have a hobby," he said, taking a shot in the dark.

  Alicia jammed like an overheated machine gun. She seemed to look at him for the first time, and did not seem to like what she saw. "You are aware that we'll need a significant security deposit, if your application is accepted?"

  "Okay," Tommy said. He entered the loft, leaving her standing on the landing.

  The loft was roughly the size of a handball court. It had an island kitchen in the middle, and windows ran along one wall from floor to ceiling. There was an old rug, a futon, and a low plastic coffee table in the open area near the kitchen. The back wall was lined with empty bookshelves, broken only by a single door to the bedroom.

  The bookshelves did it. Tommy wanted to live here. He could see the shelves filled with Kerouac, and Kesey, and Hammett, and Ginsberg, and Twain, and London, and Bierce, and every other writer who had lived and written in the City. One shelf would be for the books he was going to write: hardbacks in thirty languages. There would be a bust of Beethoven on that shelf. He didn't really like Beethoven, but he thought he should have a bust of him.

  He resisted the urge to shout, "I'll take it!" It was Jody's money. He had to check the bedroom for windows. He opened the door and went in. The room was as dark as a cave. He flipped the light switch and track lighting along one wall came on. There was an old mattress and box springs on the floor. The walls were bare brick. No windows.

  Through another door was a bathroom with a freestanding sink and a huge claw-foot tub that was stained with rust and paint. No windows. He was so excited, he thought he would wet himself.

  He ran out into the main living area where Alicia was standing with her hand on her hip, mentally shoving him into the pigeonhole of abusive barbarism she had made for him.

  "I'll take it," Tommy said.

  "You'll have to fill out an —"

  "I'll give you four thousand dollars in cash, right now." He pulled the wad of bills out of his jeans.

  "How many keys will you need?"

  Chapter 14

  Two Losts Do Not Make a Found

  Consciousness went off like a flashbulb of pain: a dull ache in her head, sharp daggers in her knees and her chin. Jody was slumped in the shower. The water was still running — had been running on her all day. She crawled out of the shower stall on her hands and knees and pulled towels out of the rack.

  She sat on the bathroom floor and dried herself, blotting away the water with rough terry cloth. Her skin felt tender, almost raw. The towels were damp from fourteen hours of steam. The ceiling dripped and the walls ran with condensation. She braced herself against the sink and climbed to her feet, then opened the door and stumbled through the room to the bed.

  Be careful what you ask for, she thought. All the regret about waking up a little too alert, coming out of sleep like a gunshot, came back on her. She hadn't thought about falling asleep in the same way. She must have been in the shower at sunup, dropped to the shower floor, and stayed there throughout the day.

  She sat up on the bed and gently touched her chin. Pain shot up her jaw. She must have hit it on the soap dish when she went out. Her knees were bruised as well.

  Bruised? Something was wrong. She jumped to her feet and went to the dresser. She turned on the light and leaned into the mirror, then yelped. Her chin was bruised blue, with a corona of yellow. Her hair was hopelessly tangled and she now had a small bald spot where the water had worn away at her scalp.

  She backed away and sat back on the bed, stunned. Something was wrong, seriously wrong, beyond her injuries. It was the light. Why had she turned on the light? The night before she would have been able to see herself in the mirror by the light filtering in under the bathroom door. But it was more than that. It was a tightness in her mouth, pressure, like when she had first gotten braces as a child.

  She ran her tongue over her teeth and felt the points breaking through the roof of her mouth just behind her eyeteeth.

  She thought, I'm breaking down from lack of… She couldn't even make herself think it. This will get worse. Much worse.

  Now she could feel the hunger, not in her stomach, but in her entire body, as if her veins were going to collapse on themselves. And there was a tension in her muscles, as if piano strings were tightening inside her body, sharpening her movements, making her feel as if she would jump through a window any second.

  I've got to calm down. Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.

  She repeated the mantra to herself as she got up and walked to the phone. It seemed to take an incredible effort to push the zero button and wait for the desk clerk to come on.

  "Hi, this is room two-ten. Is there a guy in the lobby waiting? Yes, that's him. Would you tell him I'll be down in a few minutes?"

  She put down the phone and went to the bathroom, where she turned off the shower and wiped down the mirror. She looked at herself in the mirror and fought the urge to burst into tears.

  This is a project, she thought. She turned her head and looked at her bald spot. It was small enough that she could cover it with a new part held by a couple of hairpins. Her bruised chin might require some explaining.

  She started to run her fingers though her hair to facilitate the preliminary untangle, fighting the tension in her arms that seemed to be increasing every second. A large moth buzzed into the bathroom and went for the light above the mirror. Before she knew what had happened, she snatched it out of the air and ate it.

  She stared at her reflection and was horrified by the red-haired stranger who had just eaten a moth. Even so, a warmth ran though her like good brandy. The bruise on her chin faded as she watched.

  The first thing she saw when she turned the corner at the lobby was Tommy's grin.

  "Good," he said. "You're dressed for moving. I like your hair pinned up like that."

  Jody smiled, and stood awkwardly in front of him, thinking she should greet him with a hug, but afraid to get too close to him. She could smell him and he smelled like food. "You found a place?"

  "An incredible loft, south of Market. It's even furnished." He seemed as if he would burst with excitement. "I used all the money; I hope that's okay."

  "Fine," Jody said. She just wanted to get him alone.

  "Get your stuff," he said. "I want to show it to you."

  Jody nodded. "I'll be just a minute. Have the desk clerk call a cab."

  She turned to leave. Tommy caught her by the arm. "Hey, are you okay?"

  She motioned for him to move within whisper range. "I want you so badly I can hardly stand it."


  She pulled away and ran up the steps to her room. Inside she gathered what few belongings she had and checked herself in the mirror one last time. She was wearing jeans and the chambray blouse from the night before. She unbuttoned her blouse and did a straitjacket escape from her bra, then buttoned the blouse halfway up. She stuffed the bra into her day pack and locked the room for the last time.

  When she returned to the lobby, Tommy was waiting outside by a blue DeSoto cab. He opened the door for her, climbed in, and gave the driver the address.

  "You're going to love it," he said. "I know you are."

  She moved closer to him and held his arm tightly between her breasts. "I can't wait," she said. A tiny voice in her head asked, What are you doing? What are you going to do to him? It was so faint and foreign that it might have come from someone outside on the street.

  Tommy pulled away from her and dug into his jeans pocket, coming out with an envelope. "Your check's in here. I didn't open it."

  She took it and put it in her day pack, then moved on him again.

  He scooted to the door and nodded toward the driver, who was watching them in the rearview mirror. "Forget him," Jody whispered. She licked Tommy neck and shuddered with the taste and warmth of his flesh.

  "I couldn't get your car out of impound. It has to be the owner."

  "Doesn't matter," she said, nuzzling into the space under his jaw.

  The cab stopped and the driver turned to them. "Six-ten," he said.

  Jody threw a twenty over the seat, reached over Tommy and opened the door, dived out and dragged him out of the cab after her. "Where is it?"

  Tommy just had time to point to the door before she pushed him at it. She climbed on his back as he unlocked the door, then bolted past him and dragged him up the steps.

  "You're really excited about this, aren't you?" he asked.

  "It's great." She stopped at the fire door at the top of the stairs. "Open it," she commanded.

  Tommy unlocked the door and threw it open. "This is it!"

  She went through, catching the front of his shirt and pulling him in.

  "Look at all these bookshelves," he said.

  She ripped his shirt off and kissed him hard.

  He pulled up for air and said, "The bedroom doesn't have any windows, just like you wanted."

  "Where?" she demanded.

  He pointed to the open door and she pushed him through it. He fell face down on the bare mattress. She flipped him over, hooked her hands into the waist of his jeans and ripped them off him.

  "So you like it?" he asked.

  She ripped her shirt open and held him to the bed, one hand on his chest while she took off her own jeans. She climbed on him and muffled his next question with a kiss.

  He finally got the message and returned her kiss and tried to match her urgency, then didn't have to try at all. She pulled away from the kiss as her fangs unsheathed, then guided him into her as he moaned. Jody growled deep in her chest, pushed his head to the side and bit him on the neck.

  "Ouch!" Tommy shouted. She held him down and snarled into his neck.

  Dust from the old mattress filled the air and was stirred by the movement of their bodies.

  "Oh jeez!" Tommy shouted, digging his fingers into her bottom. Jody answered him with a catlike scream as she came, then fell on his chest and licked the blood that dribbled from the punctures on his neck.

  She twitched and shuddered while he repeated, "Oh jeez," over and over again between gasps. After a few minutes she rolled off him and lay on the bed feeling the warm nourishment running though her.

  Tommy rubbed his neck. "That was great," he said. "That was incredible. You are —"

  Jody rolled over. "Tommy, I have to tell you something."

  "You're beautiful," he said.

  Jody smiled at him. The urgency was gone now and she was feeling guilty. I could have killed him, she thought.

  Tommy reached over and touched her lips. "What's that on your teeth? Did you hurt yourself?"

  "It's blood, Tommy. It's your blood."

  He felt his neck again, which was completely healed. "My blood?"

  "Tommy, I've never done anything like that before. I've never been that way before."

  "Me either. It was great!"

  "I'm a vampire."

  "That's okay," Tommy said. "I knew this girl in high school who gave me a hickey that covered the whole side of my neck."

  "No, Tommy. I'm really a vampire." She looked him in the eye and did not smile or look away. She waited.

  He said, "Don't goof on me, okay?"

  "Tommy, have you ever seen anyone tear a pair of jeans like that before?"

  "That was my animal attraction, right?"

  Jody got out of bed, went to the bedroom door and closed it, shutting out the light from the living area. "Can you see anything?"

  "No," he said.

  "Hold up a number of fingers. Don't tell me how many."

  He did.

  "Three," Jody said. "Try again."

  He did.

  "Seven."

  "Jeez," he said. "Are you psychic?"

  She opened the door. Light spilled in.

  "You have an incredible body," Tommy said.

  "Thanks. I need to lose five pounds."

  "Let's do it again, without our shoes on this time."

  "Tommy, you have to listen to me. This is important. I'm not kidding you. I am a vampire."

  "C'mon, Jody, come over here. I'll take your shoes off for you."

  Jody looked up at the ceiling. There were open steel beams twenty feet above. "Watch." She jumped up and grabbed on to a beam and hung. "See?"

  "Jeez," Tommy said.

  "Do you have a book here?"

  "In my suitcase."

  "Go get it."

  "Be careful. You could fall."

  "Get the book, Tommy."

  Tommy went into the living area, looking up at her as he walked under. He returned with a volume of Kerouac.

  "Now what? Come down from there. You're making me nervous."

  "Close the door and open the book."

  He closed the door and the room went dark again. Jody read a half page aloud before he opened the door again.

  "Jeez," he said.

  She let go of the beam and dropped to the floor. Tommy backed away from her to the bed and sat down.

  "If you want to leave, I'll understand," she said.

  "When we were making love… you were cold inside."

  "Look, I didn't mean to hurt you."

  Tommy's eyes were wide. "You really are a vampire, aren't you?"

  "I'm sorry. I needed help. I needed someone."

  "You really are a vampire." It was a statement this time.

  "Yes, Tommy. I am."

  He paused for a second to think, then said, "That's the coolest thing I've ever heard. Let's do it with our shoes off."

  Part II

  Nesting

  Chapter 15

  Learning the Licks

  They took their shoes off and did it again. The second time was less urgent and they tried to impress each other with their respective repertoires of mattress tricks. Jody was careful not to appear too experienced and Tommy pulled on everything he had ever read, from Penthouse to National Geographic, trying not to appear too naive, while fighting the urge to shout "Gee whiz" with her every move. There was entirely too much thinking involved on both their parts and they finished thinking, Well, that was pretty okay. Jody's fangs stayed safely sheathed behind her canines.

  She said, "What was that you shouted at the end?"

  "It was a Bantu love cry. I think it translates, 'Oh baby, polish my lip saucer. »

  "Interesting," Jody said.

  They lay there for a while, not talking, feeling uncomfortable and a little embarrassed. Whatever intimacy they shared physically was not echoed emotionally. They were strangers.

  Tommy felt that he should confess something personal, something to match the outrageous tru
st she had put in him by telling him her secret. At the same time he was curious, and a little bit afraid. It wasn't as if she had shown him a hidden tattoo. She was a vampire. How do you match that? How do you file that? Under "Adventure," he thought. I wanted adventure, and here it is.

  "Tommy," she said, not looking at him, talking more or less to the ceiling, "I'll understand if you don't want to stay, but I'd like you to."

  "I've never lived with anyone before. This is all new to me. I mean, you probably have a lot more experience than I do at this."

  "Well, not exactly like this. I've lived with a few guys."

  "A few?"

  "Ten, I think. But not under these circumstances."

  "Ten? You must be ancient. No offense. I mean, I knew that you were older, but I thought it was just a few years. Not centuries."

  She rolled over and looked him in the eye. "I'm twenty-six."

  "Sure, you look twenty-six. But you've probably looked this way for years. You probably have pictures of yourself with Abraham Lincoln and stuff, right?"

  "No, I'm twenty-six. I've been twenty-six for about six months."

  "But how long… I mean… Were you born like…"

  "I've been a vampire for four days."

  "So you're twenty-six."

  "That's what I've been telling you."

  "And you've lived with ten guys?"

  She got out of bed and started gathering her clothes. "Look, I don't use the best judgment when it comes to relationships. Okay?"

  He turned away from her. "Well, thanks a lot."

  "I didn't mean you. I meant in the past."

  He sat on the edge of the bed and hung his head. "I feel so used."

  "Used?" She leaped over the bed and stood in front of him. "Used?" She put her finger under his chin and lifted it until he was looking at her. "I've trusted you with the biggest secret I have. I've offered to share my life with you."

  "Oh, like that's an exclusive privilege." He pulled away from her and resumed pouting.

  Jody snatched a shoe off the floor and prepared to whack him with it, then remembered what she had done to Kurt and dropped it. "Why are you being such an asshole?"