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Andrew Roller Presents
GIRL PATROL
Chapter Thirty-Five
Nobody had dusted in several decades. But then, few people ever
dared venture here. Black tapestries hung from the walls. They bore no
designs, no decoration. Behind them stood the thick stone walls of the
tower, the Tower of the Tristens, Vlad and Esmelda. In this inner room no
light would penetrate, save for the light of a single candle that flickered
weakly at the far end of the room. It was all very reassuring, if you were
dead.
Two thrones were in this room. In one sat the Queen of Darkness,
safe from the heat outside in the tower�s cool depths, a goblet of blood in
her hand. In the other throne, beside her, sat her husband Vlad. His hand
twitched.
�So it�s true,� Vlad said to himself. Esmelda did not move, but said,
�What�s true?� Vlad scowled.
�Can�t I even mumble to myself?� Vlad asked.
�It�s hot outside,� Esmelda said.
�The night will come,� Vlad answered.
�It�s hot at night too,� Esmelda said.
�I can�t control the weather dear,� Vlad said. Now Esmelda turned to
him.
�You shouldn�t be sitting here. You should fix your fucking machine,�
she said.
�I�m working on it,� Vlad answered.
�By sitting on your ass?� Esmelda snapped. Vlad frowned.
�It�s daylight. It�s hot outside. When the night comes I�ll feel like
working on it again.�
�Everyone�s asleep,� Esmelda said. �Except us.�
�Jet lag,� Vlad said. Esmelda looked at him.
�An effect of time travel is that it can produce sleeplessness. It
will wear off in a few days.� He looked at his wife�s face. She seemed
tired, but, like himself, here she was, in the middle of the day, wide
awake on her throne. He didn�t mention the other ill effect of time travel.
For about an hour they sat in silence and then Esmelda, remembering
the goblet in her hand, drained what was in it. Immediately she called out
for more. A figure came scurrying into the room.
�Over here!� Esmelda called, as the figure stood blinking in the
doorway, his eyes adjusting to the light. Then, cringing, the creature
came forward and took the goblet from Esmelda�s right hand. She snarled
as he took it from her. Then he hurried to the door, and as he went out
through the doorway, just briefly, the figure of a man was visible.
�Fucking ghoul,� Esmelda swore. �Hurry up!� she cried at the open
doorway.
�You shouldn�t be so--� Vlad began, then stopped himself. Esmelda�s
head snapped at him.
�I shouldn�t be so what?!� she asked.
�Demanding,� Vlad said. He trembled. He balled a fist. �Say please
and thank you next time.�
�Please and thank you?!� Esmelda cried. She leapt up from her
throne. She stalked over to her husband and looked at him, hard. She
pointed. Her hand quivered and she said,
�Please fix your fucking machine. Do you hear me?!� she shouted.
Vlad cringed and said,
�Yes, dearest! I hear you!� Esmelda frowned.
�You haven�t called me that in awhile,� she said. Vlad nodded.
�Perhaps I should do it more often,� he said. He gazed into his
wife�s lovely eyes. �Dear, I�m sorry,� he said. �I�m sorry that when we
got all the blood loaded on my machine this morning it didn�t go anywhere.
I promise that just as soon as the night comes I�ll get working on it and,
well--� He stood up. Esmelda had to step back to get out of his way and
he said, stepping down off the dias where their thrones were mounted,
�Perhaps I should go and try fixing it now.�
�Yes!� Esmelda snapped. She sat back down on her throne. She
blinked. Then she said,
�Tell that fucking ghoul to get in here before I drink his blood.�
�Yes, my queen,� Vlad answered.
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