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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,
         "God, you look great!"  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.
         "Thank you.  Compliments are always welcome," the female said.
         "You want to join us?" 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. 
"Taking a walk?" Donald asked the pair.
         "Yes," Vlad said.  The woman seemed about to speak but Vlad
looked at her, smiled broadly, and she said nothing.
         "We're from the future," Vlad said.  For a moment nobody said
anything, the fire crackling, and then a boy named Jaglee, which was
actually his nickname, said,
         "Cool, man."
         "Want a hit?" Donald said.  He extended his joint toward
Esmelda.  The woman waved it away.
         "No thank you," Esmelda said.
         "We're actually rather thirsty," 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.
         "Not for that," Esmelda chuckled.
         "It's all we've got," Jaglee said.  
         "Actually it isn't," Vlad grinned.
         "We're going to drink your blood," Esmelda said.  Her eyes
remained quite but Vlad's glowed brighter.  The group of teens shifted
nervously but there was something in the elegant man's gaze that kept
them from standing up or thinking of running away.
         "Why would you do a thing like that?" Missy asked, feeling
surprisingly calm despite the woman's odd statement.
         "It isn't important," Vlad said.  "Would you expect to explain
to a burger why you're going to eat it?"
         "No," Missy said.
         "Burgers can't talk," Jaglee said.  He was still holding the
bottle out toward Esmelda.  He had forgotten to withdraw his arm. 
Esmelda looked at the young man's 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.  Wouldn't
it be nice to have a little human slave girl to do his bidding?
         "You're right.  Burgers can't talk," Vlad said to Jaglee.  He
grinned at Esmelda.  "This one's bright."
         "Yes," Esmelda said.
         "How did you get here?" Donald asked.  He had dropped his joint
and it was threatening to ignite the dry grass at his feet.
         "We walked," Vlad said.  Esmelda laughed.
         "No, silly.  He means how did we get here from the future."
         "Oh.  By a time machine.  Unfortunately I brought it in a
little high and it dropped to the ground and crashed.  But it's rebuilt
now," Vlad said.  "In fact it's being used to commute."
         "Commute?" Donald asked.
         "Yes.  Some of our friends came back through time.  Then they
went forward again, then back again.  They're 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."
         "I didn't know that," Esmelda said to Vlad.
         "Yeah," Vlad nodded.  "I don't think it would work at all
except the homing device must be feeding into the settings and jarring
them into working."
         "This is all too complicated, man," Jaglee said.
         "A burger wouldn't understand," Vlad replied.
         "So you do have a homing device on the machine," Esmelda said. 
"Who's it homing in on, me or you?"
         "Well, I sprinkled some of my blood on it and then some of
yours," Vlad said.  "So hopefully it's homing in on me, and probably you
as well."
         "I don't want that fucking box landing on top of me," Esmelda
said.
         "It's not a box," Vlad said.  "And it's programmed to land near
the person, not on top of them."
         "I told you I don't like the idea of a homing device," Esmelda
said.  "If a hunter were ever to get that machine, it would deliver him
right to our doorstep."  Vlad, who was still holding Esmelda's hand,
squeezed it reassuringly.
         "Don't worry.  No hunter is going to get hold of my machine,"
Vlad said.
         "No, only the fucking landlord," Esmelda said.  She pulled her
hand free of Vlad's.
         "That was an accident," Vlad said.  Esmelda rose suddenly, her
face angry.
         "That's why I don't want a homing device in the fucking thing!"
Esmelda said.
         "Oh shit!  Vampires!" Donald said suddenly.  The joint at his
feet had lit the grass.  It was beginning to burn, lighting his foot. 
Missy screamed.  Vlad and Esmelda's 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 weren't, especially when
the beesting fangs sank into the teenagers' necks.
         "Dinner time," Esmelda said to Vlad.
         "Yes," Vlad said.  He watched as the wraith vampires drank the
teens' blood.  In the past or, rather, in the future, fire had always
been a useful tool for humans to protect themselves with.  It wasn't 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 Vlad's 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!
         "Save some for us," Esmelda called out to the vampires.
         "Whether or not they get my machine fixed they'll be able to
use it to flee the future," Vlad said.
         "Yes.  We will reshape this world in our own image," Esmelda
said.  "Here in Sun City we will create a world of death."

30

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