Chapter 27 Bridging the Boredom Half past midnight. He stood at the top of the southwest tower of the Oakland Bay Bridge, some fifty stories above the gunmetal-cold bay, thinking, Jump or dive? He wore a black silk suit and he paused for a moment, regretting that the suit would be ruined. He liked the feel and flow of silk on his skin. Oh well.
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Chapter 27 Bridging the Boredom Half past midnight. He stood at the top of the southwest tower of the Oakland Bay Bridge, some fifty stories above the gunmetal-cold bay, thinking, Jump or dive? He wore a black silk suit and he paused for a moment, regretting that the suit would be ruined. He liked the feel and flow of silk on his skin. Oh well. Advertisement Two miles away Jody was walking up Market Street wishing that she could just get drunk and pass out.
I wonder, she thought, if I found someone who was really drunk and drank his blood? No, this damn system of mine would probably identify alcohol as a poison and fight the effects. So many questions. She stopped at a phone booth and called Tommy at the store. I just wanted to tell you to stay in the store until after daylight. And stay around the other guys if you can. Mostly, anyway. Stay at home until I wake up, okay? How could he be so smart sometimes and so ignorant other times?
Maybe the vampire was right, a human could never understand her. She suddenly felt very lonely. She ducked into an all-night diner and ordered a cup of coffee as rent on a booth. She opened the paper she had bought from the bum with her cosmetics bag and began to read through the personals.
She scanned over the more mundane entries until her eye settled on one under "Support Groups. Blood Drinkers Anonymous can help. It was midnight. She was only ten minutes from the Asian Cultural Center.
Could it be this simple? The first thing she noticed when she walked into room of the Asian Cultural Center is that all of the people sitting in a circle in molded plastic chairs, all twenty of them, were giving off heat signatures.
They were all human. She was backing out of the door when a pear-shaped woman in a leotard and black cape intercepted her and took her hand. She sported a set of rather wicked-looking fangs that caused her to lisp. Come on in. Tabitha pointed to a plastic medallion that hung from her neck by a heavy silver chain. If I can do it, so can you. One night at a time. Jody looked at the other occupants of the room. All were talking, most were sneaking looks at her between sips of coffee.
Their dress ranged from business suits to jeans and flannel. They might have been a chess club out for the evening if not for the capes. To a man, they wore capes. Four of seven had fangs. Two sets of four were made of glow-in-the-dark plastic. Jody focused on two of them whispering in the corner.
Did you see the redhead? His partner said, "I think I saw her at Compulsive Cleaners last week. How are the odds? She changed her focus to the women in the room. A six-foot-two brunette woman in a black choir robe and Kabuki-like makeup was complaining to a washed-out blonde wearing a tattered wedding dress. They want to be spanked, I spank them. They want to be called names, I call them names. But try and drink a little of their blood, and they scream like babies.
What about my needs? I want a coffin. Tabitha clapped her hands. Several men tried to shove their way into the seats next to Jody. If you want, you can come by my place and watch the tape after the meeting. She jumped up and headed for the door. Outside Jody looked up and down the street wondering which way to go, what to do. She paused by a phone booth, realizing that there was no one she could call. Tears welled in her eyes. Why even bother to hope? The only person who had the slightest idea how she felt was the vampire who had made her.
I should set him up with my mother, she thought, then the two of them can look down on humanity together. The thought made her smile. Then the phone rang. She looked at it for a second, looked around for someone else who would answer it, but except for a guy standing by his car a couple of blocks away, the street was empty. She picked up the phone.
The man sounded young, his voice was unfamiliar. I mean, you are a real vampire. It keeps my social calendar pretty clear. Who could possibly know that she was here, right now? I did some research on one of the bodies By the white Toyota. The car was running. The man was holding a cell phone and looking at her through some very large binoculars.
My theory was right. She held her hand over the phone and focused on the guy by the car. She could hear him talking into the cell phone. It was a male, about sixty years old, the third victim, I think. I noticed that there was a clean spot on his neck, as if it had been washed. I took a tissue sample and put it under a microscope. The tissue in that area was living. I cultured it and it started to die, until I added something on a hunch.
This man knew she was a vampire, and strangely, she felt an urge to attack. Some protective instinct wanted her to hurt him. Kill him. She fought to stay calm. I added some human hemoglobin and the tissue started to regenerate again. I ran it through the sequencer. And I knew that the guy had been murdered.
I made a guess. Suppose I believe that you believe this bullshit, how could you help me? Supposing I wanted to be helped? Do you want me to help or not? As far as you know, I kill people. Do you have any idea what kind of competition there is for jobs in my field? I could end up getting my PhD and giving saccharine enemas to rats for five bucks an hour. What I learn from you would put my resume at the top of the stack.
Part of her wanted to drop the phone and go after him. Another part wanted to accept his help. She said, "What do you want me to do? How can I get hold of you?
Bloodsucking Fiends: A Love Story (A Love Story #1)
Thomas Flood lands in the city by the Bay, fresh from the farming fields of Indiana, determined to write a great American novel. He rents a cot from a Chinese entrepreneur named Wong and finds himself living with five other Chinese gentlemen all named Wong as well. The Wongs are excited because they have recently learned that it is legal for two men to marry in San Francisco. Thomas has something they really, really lust for American citizenship. Needless to say living with five men who C.
Bloodsucking Fiends: A Love Story