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                                        Andrew Roller Presents
 
                                                GIRL PATROL

                                               Chapter Eight

         Faith lay on her back, floating.  She let her mind grope back
through the centuries, through the millennia, farther and farther until
she came to the time the little girls had spoken of.  Five billion years
ago, Columbus, Ohio.  Such a strange place.  Everything was living. 
Humans dominated.  Yes, she could see them.  The mist was thick but she
could make them out, going about their business with no thought of the
undead in their midst.  There had been few undead in those days.
         And then the sun struck her.  It was yellow.  How odd.  She let
herself rise, in her mind's eye, toward that sun.  It was a healthy
glow, she realized.  She'd never really considered the matter before but
suddenly it hit her.  As if speaking to her the bright yellow sun said,
"I'm young and healthy.  Look at me!"
         Faith nearly fell out of the air.  When she managed to get her
feet down she rushed to the door of her hut.  She lived modestly,
despite her power.  She believed in modest living; not like her younger
and more beautiful sister.  She had tasted the kiss, she was one of them
now, out west, out where the most dangerous vampires lived.  
         The sun glowed seemingly large and bulbous.  Faith could not
look at it directly but she let its light fall on her face, standing in
the door to her hut.
         "At least my sister can't do this!" Faith cried to herself. 
She let the sunlight bathe her.  It was a good revenge.  And then
suddenly she remembered someone she'd seen on her daily mind-journeys
back into the past, her journeys which had been helped so much by the
information the strange little girls had given her.
         It was her sister!  Faith's eyes popped open and for a moment
she was exposed to the sun.  She turned away, her eyes reverberating
with sun blindness.  An image of the bloated red orb stayed in her eyes
even after she'd turned back into her dimly-lit hut.  But Faith wasn't
worrying about her eyes.  She leapt back up into the air, stretched out
on her back.  She spread her arms to balance herself.  And then she let
her mind dip into the ages past, race back again into the depths of
time.
         It was Esmelda!  She was walking with her husband in broad
daylight.  They were straight, erect, fashionably dressed in the
clothing of the time.  She let her mind probe deeper.  She could almost
hear them talking.
         "Damn that fucker.  Who would have imagined he'd have fooled
with my machine?" Vlad said to Esmelda.
         "He must have been more inquisitive than you gave him credit
for," Esmelda answered.
         "If only I hadn't wrecked the damn thing when we first landed,"
Vlad said.  "Then I wouldn't have had to put the thing back together
piece by piece."
         "It would be like you to bring the thing in too high," Esmelda
said.  She looked up at the sky, at the yellow sun.  "What matters is
that we're here.  The sun is young, look at it!"
         "I can't look at it.  I'm still getting used to being in it!"
Vlad said.  Esmelda held out her hands to the sun as they crossed a
park, going between stores.  They were big department stores.  Vlad was
carrying packages.
         "We have plenty of money, we have the run of the place.  And we
have the drug you developed to let us live in the light.  We don't need
anything else, honey," Esmelda said to her husband.  She hugged him, and
he almost dropped one of the packages.  They'd had to leave Columbus,
Ohio, of course.  You couldn't almost kill a cop and then steal his car
and hang around the area, especially with your ex-landlord suspected in
a kidnapping case, of three children.  But they'd been gone before dawn,
hitching their way onto a truck at first, then draining the driver and
driving the truck, finally stealing a car.  When they got enough money
from several successive muggings, they rented an apartment in Phoenix. 
And here they were!  Surviving under the sun, loaded with cash.  Each
day increased their holdings; their stolen car now had a license taken
from a junkyard, their apartment proved to be in the same building as
that of a drug dealer.  At first buyers, they were soon to be dealers,
if Vlad played his cards right.  And when had Vlad not played his cards
right, he thought to himself.  He was supposed to die, five billion
years in the future.  Instead he was here, and although he'd lost the
means of returning to where he'd came from, or slipping away to another
time, he was still a vampire, and a day-dwelling vampire at that, with
his special drugs.  Vlad felt like letting the wind take him and wafting
up into the air.  If he climbed to a high place and jumped he could
fly.  Perhaps he would fly, after the sun had set, soaring in the
darkness above the hard-sleeping humans.
         "I suppose you're right," Vlad said to Esmelda.  "We should
look on the bright side."  He chuckled at that.  It was not in the
nature of a vampire to say such a thing but here he was, saying it, out
in the open air under the bright healthy sun.
         Faith scowled.  So her sister had escaped!  Into a world that
knew almost nothing of vampires, where every human was as innocent as
those little girls that had visited her.  Faith let herself settle back
down onto the wooden floor of her hut.  She opened her eyes.  The
sun-images were dimming.  In the semi-darkness of her hut she went to
the lone gun she'd kept for herself.  It was a plasma rifle in the 40
watt range.  She picked it up and handled it.  Rapid laser fire could
spit from it so fast it would take twenty vampire wraiths, or more,
before she would begin to feel overwhelmed.  A good werewolf pack could
be cut down easily, provided the shooter aimed well.  And Faith had
developed a special herbal powder just for that; her plasma rifle had
been well sprinkled with it.  The powder had imbued itself into the
metal of the gun, turning the metal a vaguely blue color.  She had used
the same herbal powder on her other guns, the ones she'd since given to
the little girls.  And it was no doubt a lucky thing for those little
ones; they'd need all the help they could get, being from another time,
knowing nothing of this world.  She'd wondered if she should keep them
with her, in their strange little costumes, with their much older
friend.  But they were dauntingly beautiful, like her sister Esmelda. 
She was willing to give them guns for information; but she felt envy
toward them too.  She was only human, after all.  So she'd let them go,
let them see for themselves what sort of world they'd let themselves in
for.  In her mental travels she'd watched them a little, now and then. 
They seemed to be holding their own against the vampire wraiths and the
occasional werewolf.  Good.  Nothing like a few visitors to clean out
the neighborhood.
         And then it hit her.  The machine!  Had they not said that they
came to this place in a "magical closet"?  They'd lost track of where
they'd left it by the time they reached her, but perhaps she could find
it?  Faith cursed herself.  She spent too much time lying in her little
hut probing the past.  It was quite interesting but the present was,
after all, where her living body was.  Could it be that the girls'
"magical closet" had been the very thing Vlad had complained of, in her
vision?  The thing he'd told her sister that he'd lost?  It sounded
crazy but maybe it was true.  But then he'd said he'd wrecked it, hadn't
he?  Yes she remembered that.  He'd wrecked it and... been rebuilding it
piece by piece!
         Faith grabbed her gun and headed for the door.  She had no idea
where the little girls' "magical closet" was but it had to be out there
somewhere.  Perhaps it was even still in working order, if the
werewolves hadn't found it and smashed it.  They were such stupid
creatures.  They were getting smarter but they still didn't know how to
fit a finger into a gun's trigger and pull.  Faith opened the door to
her hut.
         And that was when the vampires hit her.  There were more than
twenty of them, and they were beyond angry.  Over a dozen of their
younger members had been killed recently, by three little well-armed
human girls.  And now here was a human to pay the bill for it.  Faith
saw she was surrounded.  She pulled back toward the door to her hut but
it was already blocked; half a dozen wraith vampires hovered in the open
doorway.  How could they be out in the light, in broad daylight?  Faith
didn't have time to figure it out.  She began firing.  The vampires
closed in.  
         "I am Faith!  The Medium!" Faith cried.  It should have been
enough to scare them off; she was the most powerful human that she knew
of in the east, but it was such a surprise!  They mauled her with hands
that grew substantial in the red-tinged air.  She blasted their
wind-drifting bodies, cut down a good ten of them from the sky, leaving
them squirming on the ground.  But they pinned her with new spells she
didn't know.  Soon she was falling down to the dirt to join those she'd
vanquished.  Though wounded, they rolled upon her, growing more
substantial in their agony and anger, tearing at her flesh.  And then
two of them managed to wrench the gun from her and turn it on her.  The
plasma rifle, in the 40 watt range, was not something one wanted to get
in front of, especially at point blank range.  Particularly if you
weren't a wind-blown vampire but solid flesh.
         The most powerful human on the east coast was blown apart in a
matter of seconds.  And as she lay dying, Faith could think only of her
sister, alive in the bright healthy sun as she met her end under a blood
red sky.

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