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Andrew Roller Presents
GIRL PATROL
Chapter Thirty-Seven
The torches burned toward the night sky. Esmelda sat in a chair
from the palace and Vlad sat beside her. Around them stood the denizens
of Darkness City, weathering the heat to see the execution.
Esmelda nodded to Vlad. He nodded to a ghoul and the creature blew
on a trumpet. The crowd grew silent.
ÒCitizens of Darkness City,Ó Vlad said. ÒWe are here tonight to
witness the execution of an unfaithful, treacherous ghoul.Ó He looked at a
figure cowering in a makeshift wooden cage. ÒThis is Bickles, who stole
my plans for a time machine and tried to build one of his own!Ó
The crowd murmured, but it was not entirely of disapproval. The
night was hot and growing hotter by the hour.
ÒNow I know why my machine would not work,Ó Vlad explained.
ÒThere was nothing wrong with the design.Ó He shot a glance at his wife.
ÒNo amount of work or fixing it would have changed things. For, you see,
the power available in the Timestream is limited. If one machine is
sucking from it, another cannot.Ó Now the crowd nodded in understanding.
Everyone knew you could kill a blood doll if you had too many vampires
sucking from it. ÒNot that his was going anywhere,Ó Vlad snapped. He
looked at the cringing figure in the cage. ÒHe was just appearing in the
desert, and then appearing back here, doing nothing productive, just
sucking from and misusing the Timestream.Ó
ÒTest runs, master,Ó the ghoul in the cage had the courage to offer.
ÒSilence!Ó Vlad screamed. And then he felt a touch of sorrow for the
man and said, ÒYou, my dear fellow, are about to have leeches and snakes
and wasps and ants poured all over you. DonÕt make it worse for yourself.Ó
The crowed roared with approval. Sensing their glee, Vlad said, ÒYes,
regrettable though it is, this man must die the death of a vampire. A
death we ourselves, let us hope, will never experience, but one which he
will now feel, as punishment for his treason!Ó Vlad nodded to ghouls
standing on top of the cage. With trembling hands, they reached down and
lifted heavy iron lids off several pots that were also on top of the cage.
ÒNo, no, master!Ó the ghoul screamed. He looked at Vlad, he looked at
myself and the three girls, all sitting tied in a cage too near his. One by
one the pots were tipped. As we watched in horror first the leeches fell
on him. Then, as he writhed to get away from them, the scorpions fell,
then worms, then insects of other kinds, spiders and ants and all sorts of
evil little things collected over the years in Darkness City, where such
creatures were kept in the Tower of Tristen for just an event like this.
The poor man screamed. The bugs bit him and stung him and his life
slowly began to ebb. The crowd cheered. Vlad clapped.
ÒWe should do this more often,Ó Vlad smiled at Esmelda.
ÒItÕs such a rotten thing to do,Ó Esmelda said. I looked up at the pot
sitting over my head. We were next. We were considered to have helped
the poor ghoul, since weÕd come to Darkness City with him. No, the
machine had not taken us home. It wasnÕt even our machine. It was a
copy, made from plans stolen from VladÕs machine.
I knew everything now, and so did the girls. It had taken a day and a
night for the cage we sat in to be constructed, as well as the one the man
was dying in. During that time Vlad had explained to us how he and
Esmelda were my old boarders, in my parents house back home. He told us
how heÕd built the Òmagical closetÓ which was really a time machine. And
weÕd been easy to catch, once we were in Darkness City. Esmelda greeted
us, invaded our minds, and took control of us. Even little Jan had
succumbed, although sheÕd put up a good fight running around inside the
tower with Jan chasing her.
ÒI donÕt want to be eaten by leeches!Ó Becky sobbed beside me. All
three girls had broken into tears as they listened to the poor man
screaming in the cage next to ours. I had no idea what to do. Our hands
and feet were bound. There seemed no escape, even for three little girls
who could fly.
The manÕs screams slowly ebbed. Finally the ghoul fell silent, the
stings of the scorpions and the other bugs having overcome him.
EsmeldaÕs eyes flashed at us. She lifted her hand. I heard the feet of a
ghoul standing atop our cage shuffle; he was ready to pour. And then
suddenly Esmelda said,
ÒNo, donÕt. It would be wrong.Ó
ÒOh, shit,Ó Vlad said. The crowd murmured. Vlad looked at his wife.
ÒYou must do it, dear. Kill them, even if it is wrong.Ó EsmeldaÕs
eyes showed pity as she looked at us.
ÒWhy do I feel this way?Ó she asked her husband. ÒIt would be so
delightful so see those three little girls, especially that one you like so
much, eaten alive by bugs. But-- but I canÕt do it! It would be so terribly
wrong!Ó
ÒYou must!Ó Vlad cried. The vampires surrounding them inched
forward.
ÒI feel awful,Ó Esmelda said. ÒYet good. She looked at her husband.
I donÕt want to be good.Ó Vlad looked at the ghouls atop our cage. He
seemed to want to say something, but he couldnÕt get it out. Finally he
said, shaking his head,
ÒIt would be wrong!Ó
ÒWhy do I feel this way?Ó Esmelda cried to her husband, as the
crowd drew closer them, interest gleaming in their eyes.
ÒHave you heard of the March of Progress?Ó Vlad asked his wife.
Then he said, ÒYou must resist it.Ó
ÒWill I be doing good if I resist it?Ó Esmelda asked her husband.
ÒYes, I mean, no-- well, not in the case of executing people,Ó Vlad
said. ÒGoing backward in time, and then forward. It has a strange effect
on vampires. It makes them more good.Ó EsmeldaÕs face registered horror.
ÒGood?!Ó she cried.
ÒYes,Ó Vlad said. Now the crowd seemed to slather with interest. It
inched closer to the Queen and her consort.
ÒI donÕt want to be good!Ó Esmelda said to her husband, her eyes
blazing red. But then the glow faded, and she said, ÒSorry. I didnÕt mean
to invade your mind.Ó
ÒYouÕre forgiven,Ó Vlad said. His hands balled into fists. ÒYou must
resist the temptation, my dear.Ó He shook his head. ÒTo be good, I mean!Ó
ÒI donÕt want to be good!Ó Esmelda cried. She looked at the vampires
moving ever closer to her. She started. ÒGet back! Get back you filthy
creatures, reeking of evil! How dare you want me to execute three poor
little girls!Ó Vlad turned. Weakly he tried lifting his hand to command the
ghouls to open the pots over our heads, to pour out the insects, but again
he failed. He shook his head.
ÒIt would be so terribly wrong,Ó he said.
ÒI donÕt want to be good! No!Ó Esmelda cried, woefully now, as the
crowd of vampires came to within groping distance of her husband and
herself. Tentatively, a long-fingered hand reached out and touched her
arm, then seized it. The hand was that of the old vampire with the
wizardÕs cap. Esmelda turned and shrieked at her husband, ÒWhy didnÕt you
tell me about this?Ó Vlad pounded the arm of his chair with his fist.
ÒBecause nobody ever went back in time and then forward, thatÕs
why! WeÕre the first!Ó
ÒI donÕt want to be good!Ó Esmelda shrieked again.
ÒStand back! YouÕre too close! ItÕs very impolite!Ó Vlad shouted at
the crowd. And suddenly the vampires were attacking their Queen, and her
husband, sensing her weakness and exploiting it like a pack of wolves
scenting fresh prey.
From our distance, it looked like snakes writhing over corpses. We
listened to the awful hissing and the screams of the Queen and her
husband as their former subjects tore them to bits. The girls were crying.
LIstening to the queen die was an awful sound, and she had no leeches or
worms or flies to help her along, for this was not a death from sunlight
but from the hands of those she once ruled. As we sat there, fearing the
ghouls above us would choose to join the melee by dumping bugs on our
heads, a figure appeared at our cage door. We looked, we saw a man clad
entirely in black. But he had a key to our cage, and he slipped it in, and the
ghouls standing above us did not stop him.
ÒPwease donÕt kill me!Ó Becky cried, as the man in black reached her
first. But he bent down and untied her arms. Then her legs, moving
swiftly to each of us in turn. Several times he looked up and shook his
head ÔnoÕ at the ghouls standing on our cage, apparently to dissuade them
from giving us all a bug-shower.
Shots began to be fired. The crowd started to riot. Free of our
bonds, we ran from the cage. I heard someone yelling Òblood wine! blood
wine!Ó and the crowd surged toward the Tower of Tristen, where we
ourselves had to get if we were to get out of this place!
ÒCome on, weÕve got to get to the time machine!Ó the black-clad man
yelled to us. He opened his cloak. To my astonishment he pulled forth
several guns. They were all top quality. Kim, seeing a shotgun like the
one sheÕd lost, grabbed it. It had a pistol grip. She hefted it and there was
a pleased look on her face. The black-clad man handed her a bag of ammo,
but she didnÕt have anyplace to put it.
ÒHold it for me, Brian,Ó Kim told me.
ÒOkay!Ó I shouted. Suddenly there was a violent tremor. The sky
lightened, as if an explosion had gone off somewhere. The crowd around us
screamed.
ÒThe sunÕs blowing up!Ó the black-clad man yelled. Panic showed in
his eyes. The citizens of Darkness City screamed. Light was their worst
enemy, and dawn was coming too soon.
A wave of heat washed over us. The black-clad man yanked a gun out
of his cloak. It was a shotgun like Kim had, and he nodded at her and ran
forward. We followed him. Shots were going off but we held our fire,
surging with the crowd.
The sky grew brighter. The stars faded. It was only midnight, but
dawn was coming fast now. I wondered if the other side of the earth,
facing the sun, was on fire. This heat was unbearable!
Suddenly something was on my back, its fangs sinking into my neck.
Kim screamed. There was a man on her, and another was about to take
Becky. The black-clad man opened fire. There was a black cloth wrapped
across his face and suddenly he tore it off and shouted,
ÒTake this, you fucking vampires! Take this from a human!Ó
The vampire in my neck had missed my veins. I was still wearing my
shirt wrapped around my neck. Nobody had bothered, in all this heat, to
take it from me. He was strong, though, and even though his fangs were
caught in the cloth around my neck he managed to topple me to the ground.
Then the sky grew brighter, and brighter still. I winced at the sudden
brightness and suddenly my attackerÕs strength ebbed.
It was replaced by a scream. Suddenly I was not being gripped by
hands, but by hands bursting with worms! All around me screams went up
like the howls of the dead. Which, indeed, they were, the premature
daylight laying waste to the vampires like a scythe out of season. I heard
Kim scream as her attacker erupted in flies and leeches. And then I
remembered Jan! I looked at her, shaking the bugs off me as my attacker
turned to rot, but she was alright!
ÒCome on!Ó the black-clad man cried. He urged us forward. We found
ourselves running across ground covered with stinking, rotting corpses
and piles of crawling bugs. The girls screamed. We were nearly in the
very mess weÕd almost found ourselves in as prisoners in the cage! We ran
toward the Tower of Tristen, and the earth shook under our feet. A ghoul
stood in the open doorway of the tower, staring out perplexedly at the
early dawn. The black-clad man pushed him aside. I looked back over my
shoulder as I went into the tower, afraid the sun was coming in behind us.
Strewn out across the ground were piles of corpses, slowly turning to
dust. Even the bugs consuming the bodies were turning to dust, for they
were of supernatural origin, and were not meant for this time. They
should have lived and swarmed centuries earlier, consuming these corpses
in the time of their life and their death. Except these souls had cheated
death, and so only now did the bugs get, for just a few minutes, this one
breath of life.
There was a loud sound, as of an onrushing train. The earth trembled
violently. The tower walls seemed to rock in my hands.
ÒBrian! CÕmon!Ó I heard, and turned and saw Becky standing in the
doorway of the time machine! A bottle came flying out of the machine
past her head. It fell to the floor and shattered, blood flying everywhere.
Becky jumped. Blood splattered on her and on me.
The black-clad man appeared in the doorway of the machine. He saw
me, and I realized to my horror that heÕd already tried to leave. More
bottles came flying out, nearly hitting me. They smashed against the
floor, blood splattering me, the machine, and Becky who was still standing
in the machineÕs open door.
ÒWeÕve got to get this blood out of here!Ó the black-clad man cried.
ÒThis thingÕs too heavy!Ó I had no idea about Time Distortion or anything
like that, but I quickly got in the machine and began helping the girls and
our human friend clear the machine. It was filled with bottles, and when
they broke on the floor outside blood went everywhere. Thunderous
explosions were going off outside. The machine rocked back and forth. I
could hear the tower above us creaking; I was sure it was going to come
down on us any second!
ÒCanÕt you get us out of here now?Ó I screamed to the black-clad
man. Becky burst into tears.
ÒIÕll try!Ó the man cried. He adjusted the dials on the machine. Then
he pressed a button. As he did, a bright white light flooded in through the
open doorway of the tower, as if reaching right into the machine to grab
us.
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