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Andrew Roller Presents
GIRL PATROL
Chapter Eleven
Missy was wondering if Donald was ever going to kiss her when the
couple strolled up. They looked odd; they were dressed in eighteenth-
century wear. Donald, who had his arm around Missy, exhaled a pot-laden
breath and said,
ÒGod, you look great!Ó And indeed, Missy thought, the guy was
fantastic, with glorious eyes that seemed to glow at her. And the woman
was breathtaking. Missy felt a touch of envy, knowing Donald must be
undressing her with his eyes. Then suddenly Missy felt the woman
undressing her with red eyes and the girl felt a bashful willingness, a
delight even.
ÒThank you. Compliments are always welcome,Ó the female said.
ÒYou want to join us?Ó Donald asked the elegant couple. The man
nodded, the woman holding his hand nodded too. They walked into the
circle of friends, five teenagers in all, and sat down among them. ÒTaking
a walk?Ó Donald asked the pair.
ÒYes,Ó Vlad said. The woman seemed about to speak but Vlad looked
at her, smiled broadly, and she said nothing.
ÒWeÕre from the future,Ó Vlad said. For a moment nobody said
anything, the fire crackling, and then a boy named Jaglee, which was
actually his nickname, said,
ÒCool, man.Ó
ÒWant a hit?Ó Donald said. He extended his joint toward Esmelda.
The woman waved it away.
ÒNo thank you,Ó Esmelda said.
ÒWeÕre actually rather thirsty,Ó Vlad said. Donald and Missy looked
at Jaglee. Everyone did, in fact, and the boy, after hesitating a moment,
made to hand a half empty bottle of Smirnoff vodka to Esmelda.
ÒNot for that,Ó Esmelda chuckled.
ÒItÕs all weÕve got,Ó Jaglee said.
ÒActually it isnÕt,Ó Vlad grinned.
ÒWeÕre going to drink your blood,Ó Esmelda said. Her eyes remained
quite but VladÕs glowed brighter. The group of teens shifted nervously but
there was something in the elegant manÕs gaze that kept them from
standing up or thinking of running away.
ÒWhy would you do a thing like that?Ó Missy asked, feeling
surprisingly calm despite the womanÕs odd statement.
ÒIt isnÕt important,Ó Vlad said. ÒWould you expect to explain to a
burger why youÕre going to eat it?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Missy said.
ÒBurgers canÕt talk,Ó Jaglee said. He was still holding the bottle out
toward Esmelda. He had forgotten to withdraw his arm. Esmelda looked at
the young manÕs arm. It was muscular. He was the best looking of the
bunch and she thought she might like to have him. As a playmate. Vlad
was thinking the same thing about Missy. WouldnÕt it be nice to have a
little human slave girl to do his bidding?
ÒYouÕre right. Burgers canÕt talk,Ó Vlad said to Jaglee. He grinned at
Esmelda. ÒThis oneÕs bright.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Esmelda said.
ÒHow did you get here?Ó Donald asked. He had dropped his joint and
it was threatening to ignite the dry grass at his feet.
ÒWe walked,Ó Vlad said. Esmelda laughed.
ÒNo, silly. He means how did we get here from the future.Ó
ÒOh. By a time machine. Unfortunately I brought it in a little high
and it dropped to the ground and crashed. But itÕs rebuilt now,Ó Vlad said.
ÒIn fact itÕs being used to commute.Ó
ÒCommute?Ó Donald asked.
ÒYes. Some of our friends came back through time. Then they went
forward again, then back again. TheyÕre testing the machine. Apparently
it still has some problems. It can travel forward five billion years, and
back again. But the other settings are inoperable.Ó
ÒI didnÕt know that,Ó Esmelda said to Vlad.
ÒYeah,Ó Vlad nodded. ÒI donÕt think it would work at all except the
homing device must be feeding into the settings and jarring them into
working.Ó
ÒThis is all too complicated, man,Ó Jaglee said.
ÒA burger wouldnÕt understand,Ó Vlad replied.
ÒSo you do have a homing device on the machine,Ó Esmelda said.
ÒWhoÕs it homing in on, me or you?Ó
ÒWell, I sprinkled some of my blood on it and then some of yours,Ó
Vlad said. ÒSo hopefully itÕs homing in on me, and probably you as well.Ó
ÒI donÕt want that fucking box landing on top of me,Ó Esmelda said.
ÒItÕs not a box,Ó Vlad said. ÒAnd itÕs programmed to land near the
person, not on top of them.Ó
ÒI told you I donÕt like the idea of a homing device,Ó Esmelda said.
ÒIf a hunter were ever to get that machine, it would deliver him right to
our doorstep.Ó Vlad, who was still holding EsmeldaÕs hand, squeezed it
reassuringly.
ÒDonÕt worry. No hunter is going to get hold of my machine,Ó Vlad
said.
ÒNo, only the fucking landlord,Ó Esmelda said. She pulled her hand
free of VladÕs.
ÒThat was an accident,Ó Vlad said. Esmelda rose suddenly, her face
angry.
ÒThatÕs why I donÕt want a homing device in the fucking thing!Ó
Esmelda said.
ÒOh shit! Vampires!Ó Donald said suddenly. The joint at his feet had
lit the grass. It was beginning to burn, lighting his foot. Missy screamed.
Vlad and EsmeldaÕs eyes turned on the teens and they suddenly found
themselves flailing, like caught pigeons in a net, still aware that
vampires were in their presence but unable to flee. And then the shadows
moved in. There must have been at least twenty of them, and although
they seemed to be just shadows made by the trees standing around them
suddenly it was obvious that they werenÕt, especially when the beesting
fangs sank into the teenagersÕ necks.
ÒDinner time,Ó Esmelda said to Vlad.
ÒYes,Ó Vlad said. He watched as the wraith vampires drank the
teensÕ blood. In the past or, rather, in the future, fire had always been a
useful tool for humans to protect themselves with. It wasnÕt the most
pleasant of things for a flesh and blood vampire to be around, and wraith
vampires could be kept at bay all night by it. But VladÕs drug must be
having an effect on these vampires, Vlad realized, as he watched them
feast. Learning to live in the daylight, what reason did they have anymore
to fear fire? Sure, it could still kill them, as it could kill any vampire.
But kept at a safe distance, as the sun itself was, it was simply a source
of illumination, nothing more!
ÒSave some for us,Ó Esmelda called out to the vampires.
ÒWhether or not they get my machine fixed theyÕll be able to use it
to flee the future,Ó Vlad said.
ÒYes. We will reshape this world in our own image,Ó Esmelda said.
ÒHere in Sun City we will create a world of death.Ó
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