Scott Nicholson Library Vol 2

by Scott Nicholson

  I was in fast forward, moving like lightning, very different than the real time, when I seemed to be almost in another dimension. No, I was in fast forward and these assholes were moving, but now they were the chess champs and I was the schoolyard bully.

  Did they possibly think they could take on a vampire? What about all their training in vampire hunting? Maybe the training slackened after conquering so many vampires over all those decades. But I think they mostly felt they could take me, with my being a rookie vampire and all.

  But it was like I’d always suspected: even the worst vampire was a little bit better than the best human.

  “Ears looking at you, kid!” I grunted faster than their ears could have picked up the sound, as I punched my finger tips through somebody’s ear cartilage and came away with a fleshy prize, which I promptly spun into the air like a pink Frisbee. No wonder action heroes came up with silly one-liners while killing people—it made the whole thing a lot easier to stomach.

  I chopped and sliced and tore and bit and hurt and killed. I was a whirlwind of death. I’m not sure how much time had elapsed, but I discovered sooner than I had expected that there were no more contenders.

  Except one.

  Grandmaster stood off to the edge of the clearing, the .43 Stallion in his hand and pointed at me.

  “You’ve just slaughtered the pride of the VVV,” he said, with a mixture of disgust and awe.

  I stopped, just stopped, and was as motionless as, well, those corpses. My heart hammered hard. I had not been aware of it before, or maybe it had just begun, but I was suddenly very concerned.

  Why was my heart beating? I was dead, right?

  I took a step then, and my foot sort of staggered. What was wrong?

  There was something going on inside me. Something both disturbing and curious. I felt it in my body. The sensation caused a weakness in me, caused my arms and chest to shudder; but there was something else, and how I knew this I couldn’t tell you, but I knew there was a solution to the weakness. It wouldn’t take much, I felt, to solve the weakness. And my body seemed to be waiting impatiently for it.

  “You can kill pretty good, but you’re still an idiot,” Grandmaster said. Then he pulled the trigger.

  Chapter Fifty-four

  A fistful of fists seemingly punched me pretty much everywhere.

  And as if of its on volition, my feet jumped up, and I jumped back, landing hard on my back.

  I wanted to black out, but I couldn’t. My fingers clawed at the dirt. I writhed as if somebody far away was twisting a dozen nails in a voodoo doll of me.

  I managed to lift my head through all the pain and looked at my chest. My shirt was shredded but dry—no blood. Suddenly my torso jerked upwards. Every muscle in me seemed to contract at once and it felt like I was taking a crap through thirteen or fourteen different holes. Seriously. My body was pushing the bullets out, squeezing them out as if they were passing through many rectums.

  I didn’t know if the word “rectum” could be made plural, but I didn’t give a shit at the moment.

  I watched my shirt, noticing first that I wasn’t breathing, then bullets rose up from my skin like missiles from silos in the ground. They were clean and glistening in the morning sun. They began tipping over and rolling down my body. It was creepy but kind of cool.

  “Fucking vampire! They gave me regular bullets.”

  “Sucks to be you,” I said. That line was too good not to use every chance you got.

  I rolled over as fast as I could manage, which was still pretty damned fast considering I had a bunch of holes in me. The ground exploded with bullets where I had been laying. I rolled and rolled and the bullets followed. But I was picking up speed, and his arm movements could not keep up even with my rolling.

  Yeah, sure, I rolled over rocks and branches and bushes, and yes it hurt, in a distant, weird way. Or maybe my mind felt like I ought to feel a sympathetic pain, and the real me was pretty much without feeling.

  And then the bullets stopped, and I knew Grandmaster had run out of ammo.

  He didn’t see me. He might have sensed me, but I was on top of him before he could react. I hit his shoulders with my palms, and his feet kicked up, and I stood there and watched him crack a tree. He slid down, and I figured I might have killed him. Hell I fucking drilled him!

  But he only shook his granite head and looked at me shocked. Maybe even scared. And he did not do it well, probably the first time he’d been scared in a long, long time.

  The shaking overcame me again. My knees wobbled and I almost dropped to the ground. Christ. I felt sick. It felt like every nutrient in my body was missing. I felt like I was living on fumes, much like my old Escort ran on most of the time.

  I needed, I needed....

  Blood.

  I closed my eyes. Shit. I had forgotten about this part, or else I had been trying not to think about it.

  Maybe I’d been a little numb before, but now an ache settled deep in my gut. In my heart. In my soul, if I still had such a thing.

  I took a step toward Grandmaster.

  Never in all my life was I so lacking in energy. I was drained. The Vampire Laumer didn’t have much blood to start with, and he had given me what he could spare, just as I’d given to him. I needed more, and I needed it now. Needed like I had never imagined I needed anything before in my life.

  I found my self staring at Grandmaster, and my eyes were probably red. They sure felt red. He scooted back against the tree but cringed in pain, probably from all the broken bones. I think he saw something in my eyes he didn’t like.

  Ever been really, really hungry and walked into a house with freshly made cookies staring back at you, the aroma permeating your whole being? You needed them.

  Let me put it this way. The only difference here was that I couldn’t smell Grandmaster.

  My legs shook, my hips protested. It wasn’t that the blood I had, or at least what I thought I had, was old or bad, it was just that it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

  And I’d thought my lust for Janice was strong. This was like seeing Janice in a sheer nightgown in a honeymoon suite on a tropical island holding a platter of fresh oven-baked cookies—well, you get my drift.

  My legs shook even more as I forced myself to turn away. I didn’t want this bastard’s life substance anywhere near me.

  I stumbled through a bush and was not able to catch myself as I fell on my face. But what was amazing was that my gaze never left Grandmaster. I pushed myself up on spaghetti arms and was moving again.

  He stood, scooting up the tree like a bear scratching its back.

  I couldn’t help it. I wriggled toward him in a depraved crawl. I climbed his body and grabbed his shoulders. I pulled him down onto the carpet of leaves like a lover, and I was disgusted but couldn’t stop. He tried some sort of wrestling move on me, but I had him pinned to the ground. He would not move, could not move.

  His neck was muscular, very muscular. A large vein, the jugular, was pounding in that huge neck.

  God. I was going to kill him and take his blood. And I was going to love it.

  I lowered my head and something way down, very deep, protested this theft. But like I said, it was very deep, buried in darkness, and the one thing I’d come to peace with in my fresh vampirehood was that darkness was my friend.

  My lips touched his sweating skin—I couldn’t help thinking of Dial and Juan, though I wanted to think of Janice—and one last hesitation delayed me.

  Grandmaster swung his head and smashed my jaw. The bastard. I snarled and bit his skin as hard and deep as I could. He howled, more from the thought of what was to come than the pain.

  Instantly his vein pumped blood into my open mouth. It washed over my tongue like a geyser of goodness, a fountain of youth, nectar of the gods. I swallowed once and then I was gulping in a helpless frenzy. It went down smoothly and—dare I say—naturally.

  He squirmed and squirmed but I gripped him tighter, with renewed lust.


  I drank the next load his vein pumped into my mouth and swallowed it quickly. And then I no longer waited for his heart to do the job, but instead sucked the blood from the vein much the way that light-beam straw had sucked my consciousness back into my soulless shell of a body.

  It came easily and quickly. Too much. It ran down my chin and neck. Christ, I must have looked like a goddamned ghoul. I almost giggled with the childish pleasure of it all.

  I sucked and sucked. I’d found the breast of a true mother, one that gave and did not scold, one that never ran dry, a fount of endless promise and vigor. I did not want to stop.

  Grandmaster no longer squirmed. The whole time I was aware of a second pounding, but that pounding grew fainter and fainter and farther between. And then it stopped all together, and I realized that it had been his heart.

  My God.

  I pulled my lips from the holes in his neck.

  I wondered if he would still respect me in the morning.

  Chapter Fifty-five

  “This is becoming a habit.”

  The Vampire Laumer blinked.

  His head rested on a log and two shiny silver bullets lay next to him. The wounds had healed instantly and the not-so-fresh blood from my satchel now circulated through his immortal body. The tank was apparently nearly full.

  Just as mine was. I licked my lips.

  Laumer raised his dark head and looked at me as if he had just risen from a light nap instead of a coma. “Did you kill him?”

  I’d killed many, but I knew who he was talking about. “Yes.”

  “Not good. Should have warned you—”

  “You couldn’t have—”

  “I know. I will tell you now, though. His soul will trouble you forever.”

  “Er, trouble me?”

  “His soul was sucked free by an immortal. He cannot return to another mortal body. You have befouled his entire existence forever. Any chance he has, within the limits of its bodiless spirit, of course, he will haunt you—”

  “That sounds a little annoying.”

  “Don’t worry about it too much. I have three haunting me.”

  “Three?” Maybe I should have studied my vampire lore a little harder.

  “Yeah, sometimes their deaths cannot be helped. It’s not so bad, you get used to it.”

  Easy for him to say.

  “By the way,” I asked. “How did you know I killed him?”

  “My spirit is very much alive in my body, even though it can’t escape, and won’t ever escape no matter what. I am very aware of my surroundings when I go into those damned comas. A moment is like a century—”

  “Yeah, yeah, the whole real-time thing. Got it. But I don’t have all day, so tell me the important stuff.”

  I noticed the professor had pulled a little book from his hip pocket and was busying taking notes. Dial had wandered off to check on his former comrades.

  “I can’t move my physical body yet because I need a refill,” Laumer said.

  “How are you feeling now?” asked the professor.

  “Tired and weak. I need a kill.”

  Why the professor stepped back, I don’t know. I guess, for some people, becoming a vampire seemed more fun in theory than in practice.

  “Don’t worry,” said Laumer. “I’m far from desperate actions and can very much control myself at this point.”

  Yeah. That’s what I’d thought, too, and now I had the intoxicating blood of a filthy vampire-hater coursing through my veins.

  “All dead or disabled,” Dial said, stepping from the trees. “How about we rescue the others and get the hell out of here?”

  “Sweet Janice,” I whispered. My immortal heart did a double skip. Sweet Janice whose radiance inspired even the sun...the sun? I looked up into the sky and the sun looked back. I was standing in an open patch of light as easily as if I were mortal. I said as much to Laumer.

  “The sun will destroy your skin if you stand in it too long. We have no ability to deflect its harmful rays. But yes, properly clothed, we can survive in sunlight, but it’s not desirable.”

  “Guess I’d better stock up on some SPF-50 sunblock.”

  Who said vampires lose their sense of humor?

  Chapter Fifty-six

  “They told us we’d be in jail a long time, until our flesh rotted on our bones and then until the vermin that ate our rotten flesh had died and in turn had their flesh eaten by flesh-devouring insects,” Buddy said.

  “You would have been,” said the professor. “That is, if they hadn’t suggested an alternative to our problem.”

  “Which was?” asked Juan.

  “My magic paper and wand.” And the professor displayed his checkbook and pen as we stood in the lobby of the police station.

  “How much did they demand?” asked Buddy, sounding pissed, obviously forgetting he’d still be in jail if it weren’t for whatever strings the professor managed to pull, or should I say however many numerical digits he managed to fit into that tiny rectangle on his check. I hoped he’d written it on the university expense account, because his salary was for crap.

  “Let’s just say the price was right for freedom, with no records, no nothing,” the professor said. “Your little grave-robbing episode has been forever forgotten by these nice folks. Fortunately, the VVV gave everybody around here the creeps anyway, so they’re happy to be done with the whole thing.”

  “How could we ever pay you back?” This was Janice speaking, and I watched her shuffle fingers through her tousled black hair. She did not seem pleased with her hair’s condition, but it looked fine to me. Fine, indeed. All of her. Especially her neck.

  “You can pay it forward by getting good marks in school and uncovering the great mysteries of the world,” the professor said. “The only thing I ask is not a word is mentioned of this. As you can imagine, the deaths of many civilians—however well-deserved—while on a school-sanctioned trip would not be conducive to the Vampire Club’s future good standing.”

  “Holy shit,” Juan said, glancing at Dial. “What exactly did you do out there?”

  “Some things are better off kept in the closet.”

  “This is the least of our problems,” said the professor. “Because of Dial’s newfound loyalty, we were able to uncover the mystery of the Vampire Laumer.”

  “Bullshit,” said Buddy, always eager to cast a shadow of a doubt even while professing belief. But I guess he wasn’t alone in that.

  Dial’s head was hung low and he avoided everyone’s eyes. “Sorry, guys, I was a little confused there for a while. The lure of power and the prestige of the Inner Circle went to my head. But then my head magically cleared when the winds of love blew away the clouds of doubt.”

  He looked at Juan, who looked at Janice. She looked at me. I shrugged. Young love is always complicated.

  “Now, now,” said the professor quickly. “He helped us as only a true member of the Vampire Club could. Any trace of the VVV has left his system and he’s now a full-blooded member. Now, comrades, I would like you to meet our newest friend. Laumer, would you make your grand entrance now?”

  “But of course,” Laumer said, striding around the corner, tall, gaunt, aristocratic, strong, and with bright eyes. He looked almost as good as I felt. Fully recovered.

  “Friends, this is Laumer,” the professor said. “He is, I should note, a vampire.”

  When their jaws closed and they remembered to blink, the professor proceeded to tell the story. I offered no word or comment.

  And when the professor got to the part where I became a vampire and saved the day, Buddy pointed a finger at me. “I thought there was something different about you.”

  And Janice and Juan nodded in agreement.

  Janice even sidled over to me a little, newfound interest in her eyes.

  I was tempted to go into real time and give her a bunch of smooches, but I wanted her to be there when that magical moment happened.

  And if it didn’t, I could always rip her neck
open and take her any way I wanted.

  But I’d never do a thing like that.

  I would never even think it.

  But her neck sure did look sweet.

  Chapter Fifty-seven

  The professor suggested that he and the others go back to the mansion and get our supplies and luggage, since there was no way any VVVer would still be hanging around with their whole campaign seriously having gone to hell. It was something to do and it was better than standing out in the hot sun, even though the members of the Vampire Club were chattering a mile a minute, asking a billion questions.

  “The professor will answer all your questions,” Laumer said. “Andy and I need to talk.”

  He’d entered real time and had swiped a suit down at the local Goodwill, and though it was polyester and a little too ‘70s for my taste, it definitely helped him fit in better than the ripped Victorian garb would. He’d also grabbed me an outfit, but I felt a little dorky, hardly like a fearsome creature of the night. I was in low-hanging jeans and a Marilyn Manson T-shirt.

  Laumer instructed Professor L that we would meet them at the town’s one and only restaurant in half an hour, and that everyone should go back to the abandoned mansion, pack, and meet us. L agreed and went down the sidewalk with the others, Janice looking back forlornly at me. I was a little dejected because she apparently only found me interesting as a vampire. At one time, I thought it would be absolutely perfect like this, but already I missed the old me, the wimpy, brainy chess champ and vampire nerd, even if Janice would never find me hot without fangs.

  “I’m not even breathing,” I said to Laumer. “I’ve turned into an absolute and utter freak. A monster. My lungs just sit here in my ribs, their only purpose now to push air along my voice box and make me say stupid things. That is, when I am not busy sucking the blood out of some helpless living creature.”