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Subject: {ASSM} NND 10 of 12  Girl Patrol
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                                        Andrew Roller Presents
 
                                                GIRL PATROL

                                                Chapter Ten

         They walked through the field, along an old winding dirt road
lined with trees.  As they walked the moon began to rise.  They stopped
and watched it for a while, then walked on, holding hands now, listening
to the rustling of the trees above them.  When it seemed to him that the
time was right Vlad looked over at Esmelda and said,
         "Your sister's dead."  The woman stopped, her face pale in the
moonlight.  He felt her hand pull against his a little, then hang, as if
unwilling.  Gradually the pressure of her fingers increased within his
clasping hand until she seemed to be holding him, squeezing him
finally.  Vlad watched her, watched the trees, feeling her hand as it
clung to him.
         "It's for the best," Esmelda said at last.  She let out a small
laugh.  "Faith didn't want to taste the kiss and now she's dead."
         "We gave her the choice," Vlad said to Esmelda.
         "Yes, we gave her the choice," Esmelda agreed, nodding.  They
walked on.  As they walked the moon rose higher and its light grew
brighter, flooding the fields.  However close around Vlad and Esmelda,
shadows began to form.  At first one might have thought the shadows were
being cast by the trees for, indeed, the old trees did cast shadows. 
But as Vlad and Esmelda walked on the shadows flitted along with them,
and gradually began to assume human form.
         "The wraith vampires are here," Vlad said at last, nodding at
one of them as his visage, shot through with moonlight, came into view.
         "How are you all doing this evening?" Esmelda said to the
vampires, looking at them and through them at the same time, for they
were like human-shaped wisps of smoke.  There, but not there.  One of
them moved forward from where he had been following, behind them.  He
had a human hand of substance and gripped in that hand was a weapon from
the future.
         "That's Faith's!" Esmelda said, stopping suddenly.  The
creature offered her the gun.  Esmelda took it, held it.  The gun was
about the size of a shotgun, sawed off.  It had a pistol grip and a
heavy, oversized muzzle.  It was equipped with multiple barrels.
         "I wonder if the people of this time have ever seen a plasma
rifle?" Vlad asked.
         "No.  Of course not," Esmelda said, turning the gun in her
hands.  Vlad looked at the wraith vampires and asked, 
         "How is my drug working?  Can you come out in the daylight?" 
The vampires, as a group, nodded.  Had they been more substantial they
would have been able to speak but wraith vampires were scared of
substance.  It made them heavy, it weighed them down.  Flesh and blood
and bones would have meant that they couldn't float in the night sky. 
There were more of them tonight than the night before.  Vlad smiled. 
They had found a time machine; his machine!  Even though he had left
Ohio and come to Arizona they were able to find him there, for the
homing device he'd built into the machine attempted to land where he
was, assuming it was going in that direction.
         Heading into the future, his repaired machine had been unable
to locate him, since he was in the past, digging his wife out an Ohio
graveyard.  So instead it homed in on Faith.  Vlad's old landlord,
assuming he was the one who stole his machine, had probably landed near
Faith and perhaps even met her.  Vlad saw a glow in the distance.  He
stiffened.  Esmelda, holding his hand, felt his grip increase in hers
and turned toward him.  
         "Have you air fairies crashed my machine?" Vlad said.  He
glared at the wraith vampires.  His eyes turned red with emotion.  The
sound of his voice, angry now, made the wraith vampires flinch, all as a
group, like fish startled by an ocean predator.  They nodded `no'.
         "What's wrong?" Esmelda asked Vlad.
         "Something's burning up there," Vlad said.  He pointed further
down the winding dirt road.  Half-obscured by the trees, there was an
orange-yellow radiance.  Esmelda listened; her ears were better attuned
to the night than Vlad's, for she was a century older than he was.  She
heard talking.
         "It's fucking humans," Esmelda said.  Vlad shook his head.
         "What else could it be in this time?" he said.  Nothing was
dead here, or almost nothing.  If it was dead it was just a dead human,
safe in its grave.  The few vampires of this time were so sparse in
number that Vlad hadn't met any yet.  Everything in 2001 was alive,
"with pleasure," Vlad muttered, thinking of a cigarette ad he'd seen
earlier in the day.  Disgustingly alive, like living in some McDonalds
that stretched all the way around the world.
         "I'm hungry," Esmelda said.
         "It shouldn't be any problem.  Might even be fun," Vlad said. 
He noticed that the wraith vampires, aware now of the presence of food,
were flitting cautiously toward it, their shadowlike forms stretching
forward in clusters along the road.  But the fire would scare them, of
course.  They'd hold back and let Vlad and Esmelda have first bite.

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