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Andrew Roller Presents
GIRL PATROL
Chapter Four
It took Vlad Tristen awhile to realize he was awake. When you�re a
corpse and you�ve been knocked unconscious it can take some time to come
around; torpor, it�s called, and it was no fun. Vlad tried lifting his head
and bumped it against cheap wood. That�s when he knew he was
underground.
�Shit! The fucking humans buried me!� Vlad swore. Immediately he
thought of Esmelda. Where was she? In another coffin like this one, no
doubt, six feet under. Hopefully they�d buried his wife in the same
graveyard. Vlad felt for his knife. It was gone; stripped off, no doubt, by
the cops or in the morgue. Or by the hunter.
Lying in the coffin Vlad remembered the man who�d appeared
suddenly in the back of the car. He�d been so surprised by him that he�d
shot off the road, right into a tree. Had the hunter died in the accident?
Vlad could only hope so. One of the drawbacks of being immortal was that
people were always trying to kill you. Not ordinary humans, of course.
They were little more than walking blood banks to a vampire, especially
one from the far future. No, the problem was the hunters. Vlad thought he
and Esmelda were safe here, in this dorky past, what was the year? Vlad
thought a moment. 2001, if he remembered correctly. Here in this
nowhere past, in a nowhere place... Columbus, Ohio, Vlad remembered after
a moment. Here he thought he and his wife would be safe.
And they were, for awhile. Then suddenly the hunter was in the back
seat of their car, trying to kill them both. Thank God for the accident. It
was one of those totally unplanned things that you realize was a benefit
after the fact. Vlad clawed at the coffin with his fingers. Now if only he
could get out of here! Thank heaven he didn�t have to breathe.
The moon was full and riding high in the sky when Vlad had finally
managed to pry loose a board and dig his way out. His coffin, this time,
had been a standard-issue county coroner coffin, the kind they used for
people assumed to have no relatives and no money. Vlad felt relieved. Had
he been put in an expensive mahogany coffin, he might have had to lay
underground for decades, waiting for the wood to rot enough for him to
escape. As it was a few hours had sufficed. Now he just had to check
these headstones in the moonlight and find his wife.
Suddenly the sound of a car pulling into the graveyard struck Vlad�s
ears. He turned. A searchlight switched on. It swung across the grass.
Vlad meant to duck behind a gravestone but he ached from the digging and
climbing; he was a little too slow. The car, a police car, hit him with its
spotlight.
�Hey! The grave yard is closed,� a megaphone announced. Vlad
dropped behind a gravestone. He could feel his fingers trembling as they
brushed against the back of the stone; shit, why did these humans have to
be such a nuisance? And there were so many of them, here in this time! It
was a great source of food but it could get annoying too. He longed for his
world, the earth at the end of time. There vampires lived in cites, or
roamed the countryside, or wandered in the dying meadows. There were
werewolves, mummies, ghouls, wraiths... but few humans. And those that
existed would have fled at the mere mention of Vlad Tristan. �Hey! I saw
you! Get up and show yourself!� the megaphone shouted. Vlad waited
behind the headstone. �Damn fucking kids,� the voice grumbled after a
moment. Someone got out of the car. Vlad peered over the top of the
gravestone, then used the movement of the person from the car as a
chance to slip from the spotlight�s glare to a headstone further afield, one
cloaked in the darkness, lit only by the moon. �Hey! Hey!� the voice called,
but now the light that swung toward Vlad was weaker; it was a flashlight.
The police car�s spotlight remained marooned on the headstone Vlad was
no longer behind. The vampire waited. The human trudged closer. It was a
man; portly, somewhere beyond 30. He was no match for a vampire that
was 400 years old. Especially one from the future.
Vlad swung around behind the human. He was fast; it was in his
blood. The human thought he heard Vlad passing but then assumed it was
the wind. Nothing living could move that fast, especially around a trained,
experienced cop who wasn�t afraid of a midnight graveyard. Vlad placed a
hand on the cop�s shoulder. The man whirled around. Vlad prised the gun
from the cop�s hand and managed to douse and steal his flashlight a
moment later.
�Greetings,� Vlad said. He let the redness of his eyes sink into the
policeman�s own astonished ones. He didn�t have the gift of mesmerism
but he was a vampire, with vampire eyes, and that plus a midnight hour
was usually enough to get the better of a fucking human. At least, of one
that wasn�t a hunter. The cop gazed at Vlad�s stylish eighteenth-century
wear. Even though Vlad was from a future too distant to contemplate, the
vampires had taken up the fashion of dressing like their most famous
forebears. Like Dracula, in the ancient movies that came from 1950 or
2050 or sometime in the 4,000�s. Those were Vlad�s favorites, Hungry
Teeth starring Julian Carradine, made in 4157, or Night Stalkers, made in
4802, starring Vivian Light. An old computer bank had housed the films; it
had been quite a triumph when, some 300 years prior to Vlad�s time, the
famous vampire Ibrahim Mohammad had broken the computer�s code and
released the films.
�Greetings, officer,� Vlad smiled at the policeman.
�You�re... not supposed to be here. Graveyard�s closed,� the cop
murmured in reply. Vlad looked at the cop�s name badge, and almost
laughed. It read O�Reilly.
�Well, Officer O�Reilly,� Vlad said. �It seems I�ve had a bit of a
problem. Someone buried me.�
�Buried you?� the cop gasped, then remembered Vlad was holding his
gun and flashlight and tried breaking away from Vlad�s gaze long enough to
demand the recovery of his items. But it was difficult; Vlad�s eyes
seemed to peer into his soul. After a moment�s struggle he contented
himself with conversation.
�Yes,� Vlad said. �Perhaps you can help me. They buried my wife as
well.�
�Why--� Again the cop seemed to be trying to recover his authority;
again he failed. �Why would they do a thing like that?� Officer O�Reilly
asked.
�Because I�m dead,� Vlad said.
�Oh,� Officer O�Reilly said. Vlad chuckled inwardly. He might not
have the skill of mesmerism but he could keep a cop down. This one
obviously wasn�t a hunter. �Oh,� Officer O�Reilly said again.
�I want you to help me find my wife,� Vlad said. He looked across
the stringy lawn towards the open grave he�d been buried in. A headstone
had his name on it; the fake name he�d used to rent the room from Brian
Galbladder: it read �Mortimer J. Moldovian.� �My wife is named Vivian L.
Moldovian,� Vlad informed the police man. �Look for a grave with that
name, would you?�
�If you insist,� the police man said. He turned. He made his way
through the graves, poking about, until they came to a gravestone with the
name of Vlad�s wife on it. �Is this the one you wanted?� Officer O�Reilly
asked.
�Yes,� Vlad said. �Poor girl. She�s probably trying to dig her way
out right now.�
They commenced digging. Officer O�Reilly did most of the digging,
and whenever he rose to try and stop Vlad hit him with his eyes again.
When the cop got smart enough to avoid Vlad�s gaze, the vampire reminded
him of who was holding the gun. Down they went into the earth, six feet,
the police car running idly in the distance, its searchlight shining into the
graveyard, though not on Vlad or the policeman, who were some distance
from its beam. A pounding of wood on flesh came to their ears as they got
deeper into the earth. To the policeman�s horror, someone was in the
grave under them, and the person was clearly alive.
Except she wasn�t, as Officer O�Reilly found when they finally dug
her out. The woman, looking remarkably younger than when Vlad had last
laid eyes on her, rose from her coffin wearing a dark gypsy dress but no
longer having the features of an old woman. There was no point in
expending the energy to alter herself anymore; she was young and
beautiful, and there was no Brian Galbladder around to convince she was
old and unimportant. She was, in fact, ravishing, and Officer O�Reilly fell
in love with her as he gazed upon her.
�Hello, Officer, thank you for assisting my husband,� Esmelda said to
the cop. He gave her a hand, smitten by her beauty, he pulled her up out of
her grave. �It�s so nice of you to have dinner waiting for me, dear,�
Esmelda said to Vlad. The older man smiled. Then suddenly both vampires
were biting into Officer O�Reilly, one into one neck vein and the other, on
the opposite side of his neck, into his other neck vein. Hungry from their
evening and from days of lying unconscious, they drained the cop dry. And
when they were finished they had transportation waiting; the cop�s car.
They doused the searchlight and drove into Columbus, Ohio. Slowly, with
the blood fresh in him, Vlad began to age his features. Esmelda did the
same. Vlad headed for Brian Galbladder�s. Hopefully, since it was the
middle of the night, they would be able to retrieve their belongings.
Particularly Esmelda�s special material, that they used to make clothes
that allowed them to fly, and the time machine Vlad was building. Vlad
was eager to get back to his machine. He didn�t want his stupid landlord
fooling with it.
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