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Andrew Roller Presents
Till Death Do Us Part
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Chapter Four
Vicky is playing in the park. We are outside the hospital. We first
met here and it is strange to be back. I see two people sitting on a bench,
under a lamp in the park, enjoying the evening air. I listen to them talking.
One of the voices sounds familiar.
�It�s annoying to see one of your patients on a milk carton when you
go to the supermarket,� a bald-headed man tells a man with grey hair
sitting beside him. The man with grey hair lights a pipe.
�A milk carton?� he asks.
�Yes,� the bald-headed man says. �Perhaps I should call her a
former patient. Vicky Valhalla, age 10. Last seen in my pediatric ward.�
�You lost a patient?�
�Not in the traditional sense. She didn�t die. Just disappeared.�
�Oh. That�s worse.�
�I know,� the bald-headed man says. �Of course her mother is
suing.�
�I guess I�d sue too, if it were me,� the man with the pipe says.
�But there�s something about Vicky that troubles me,� the bald-
headed man says. �It isn�t just her disappearance. When I examined her
she had pronounced canine teeth.�
�Really?�
�Yes. In the confusion following her disappearance I didn�t-- What
was that?�
�Eh?�
I slip deeper into the shadows. I watch the two doctors from behind.
I can smell their cologne, the smoke from the grey-headed man�s pipe. I
let the sensation of their living, breathing, pulsing bodies fill me.
�Hearing things, Doctor Westfall? Perhaps it�s your lost patient,�
the man with the pipe says.
�Ah, I guess it wasn�t anything.�
�Some child is playing over in those trees.�
�That must�ve been it. Anyway, I didn�t get to speak to the girl�s
mother about her teeth. Since then, her mother and I haven�t been on
speaking terms.�
�It�s nothing orthodontics can�t fix. I had sharp canines myself when
I was 10. They�ve since been polished flat. See?� The grey-headed man
takes the pipe from his mouth. He opens his mouth and shows the bald-
headed man his teeth.
�Phew! You have bad breath, Donalds.�
�Oh. Sorry. But you saw my teeth?�
�Yes, the lamp light illuminated your mouth all too well. I suggest
you see a dentist, doctor.�
�Thanks. I suggest you see a dietician.�
The bald-headed man lets out a harrumph. Then, after a moment�s
pause, he continues: �The girl had pale skin. It was excessively pale. Her
mother brought her in for excessive precocity, but that�s nothing compared
to the diagnosis I�ve made.�
�Oh, really? What�s that?� the man with the pipe asks. �Do you
prescribe a sun tan, doctor?�
�In a manner of speaking. Do you remember those two policemen in
the news, the ones who were killed? The ones who looked like they had
been mauled by dogs?�
�Hmmm...� the man with the pipe takes his pipe out of his mouth and
muses. �I think... perhaps... there are stories like that all the time in the
news. What of it?�
�What if a missing 10-year-old girl did it?�
�A dietician and a psychiatrist, doctor. First thing in the morning.�
�Damn you, Donalds! Have you ever looked under V in the surgical
library?�
�X and Z, but not V, doctor. Sorry,� the man with the pipe replies.
�Damn you, Donalds!� the bald-headed man cries. �I�m serious. Look
under V sometime! V for vampire!�
The man with the pipe laughs. His laughter passes through the trees
and I feel Vicky, far down among the trees, pause and listen. It is easier
for me to sense now what she is doing, though I cannot read her thoughts.
She can read mine, when she wishes to. I try to focus my mind on her and I
tell her not to move. I do not wish for her to be discovered. I do not know
if she can understand what I am telling her from this distance. Perhaps
she is too far away, for I sense that she begins moving again. She is
chasing squirrels.
�You like guns, don�t you, Donalds?� the bald-headed man asks.
�Yes. They keep business up and they�re fun to shoot besides,� the
man with the pipe answers.
�Go shooting out in the country too, sometimes, don�t you?�
�Of course.�
�Not afraid to walk in the dark, are you, doctor?�
�Nope.�
�Did you notice those two policemen were armed? And that they
both fired their weapons?�
�So?�
�High velocity objects pass through a vampire. To kill one you need
something that moves with relative slowness. Like, for instance, a
stake.�
�A wooden stake, doctor?� the man with the pipe asks.
�Yes. Or, if you do wish to rely on bullets, doctor, they need to be
silver. Pure silver. Those are the only high velocity objects that can take
down a vampire.�
�I�ll remember to melt down my wife�s silver when I get home,� the
man with the pipe laughed.
�I�m serious, doctor.�
�I�m sure you are, doctor,� the man with the pipe answered. �I still
suggest you see a psychiatrist in the morning, however.�
I move close. I approach them from behind. They are a juicy target.
I dislike the lamp they are sitting under but it is night, and the lamp light
is artificial. I�ll kill them both and then drag them into the bushes to suck
their blood. Vicky will be happy.
�Here. Let me show you something,� the bald-headed man says to his
companion. As I creep up behind them he rummages in his white coat. He
finds what he is looking for and lifts it up. The light from the lamp
illuminates it.
I feel myself scream. Both men look startled. Vicky, down amidst
the trees, chasing squirrels, pauses abruptly. The bald-headed man is still
holding the object up, where it catches the light from the over head lamp.
It is a cross!
�Good Lord! What was that? It sounded like something from beyond
the dead!�
�Not beyond the dead, doctor! The undead!�
�You�re crazy, Westfall!�
Looking frightened as I myself am, but more resolute than I can be,
the bald-headed man lifts high the cross. It shines in the light and I
crouch in the shadows, overcome with fear.
�Run, doctor! Run!� the bald-headed man cries.
�What? I don�t see anything!� the man with the pipe replies. His
voice is two octaves too high and he sounds scared.
�Neither do I! But there�s something in those bushes-- run!�
�Good heavens, Westfall! I�ll have a heart attack!� the man with the
pipe complains. But he lets the bald-headed man hustle him along, up the
walkway that leads to the hospital. All the way Doctor Westfall holds
high his cross, and I cannot follow as long as I see it.
30
vamp game-chap 5 (or running fr mental institut?)
nobody noticed that I wasn�t breathing
mist creeping in
mortals come out to play
She can�t play, he says. She�s too young
You�re dead. He is told. I cast a (blank) spell
She�s as cold as they come
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