Thursday, May 10, 2012

Sitting on The Cold, Night Sand With Vampires in May

wilkravitz is not typing this tonight. I, Tomas, am doing it on a small communicating device belonging to my beautiful, vampirina, friend, Baylah.... She is the one who resembles the singer, known as Beyonce.  Sarah, my beloved enamorada is beside me too. For those of you requiring 'visuals,' she favors a young Susan Sarandon. I, Tomas, still bear a striking, though improved similarity to a young and muy guapo Antonio Banderas. But many of you know this already.


We sit on the beach. It is almost 2am on a chill, May dark-time. I will tell you exactly where we are, since you will not believe me anyway. We are under the Margate pier, hidden amongst the weathered wood pilings, staring out at the silvery, moon-kist waves.  I  can see the bright lights of the Atlantic City 'Babylon' a few leagues to the left. In your talk, that would be perhaps five miles. 


The cold, dark shadows comfort me. We sit bundled in sweaters pilfered from the lover of Baylah's house. It is the big white one just off the beach. He is not here. The lover of Baylah is in a casino attempting to satisfy internal longings with copious wads of American currency. Sometimes he is successful...but not too often. She did not want to accompany him, although she does enjoy playing cards. But tonight is her 'period,' so she did not go. 


Now, of course you know vampirinas do not excrete excess viscous fluids upon the full moon. But they do something else..... They kill people. And not always on a full moon. Tonight is not a full moon. But it is 'her time.' .... And she has the 'entree' all picked out. It is a casino host, who has impoverished many a once-well-fixed old dowager. He butters them up (and licks it all off too, for all I know). He gives them free buffet dinners and cooked pieces of meat served in rooms with elaborate chandeliers. Sometimes he allows them to laugh at the burblings of ancient and near dead jowly comedians. Apparently that is a much valued thing to old dowagers. And then, when their money is all gone and the fifty five year old children are sick with disgust, he forgets their very names. But we remembered his. And approximately forty two hundred heartbeats from how, the thing that beats beneath his ribs will cease to function. Baylah will kill him, as Sarah and I watch and laugh. 


I like the Jersey Shore. I like running my fingers deep into the moist, rough-powdery sand. Sometimes I find little squirmy organisms. Sand crabs, they call them.... small, white, turtle-like things.... for they do have flippery feet. I hold them up to my face...feel the feathery tickles on my palm and toss them into the sea. Oh, they survive....at least I'm told they do. Maybe I'll keep the casino host's fine gold, wristwatch after. You know, I do have quite a nice collection. Sarah has dibs on the diamond stick pin. I'm sure Baylah will walk away with a trophy or two.


Sarah wants to see Kathy Griffin. We have two ducats for one of her performances. The lover of Baylah procured them for us. I believe they're down in front. Maybe I will flash her my fangs. Oh, do not envision big, gross, cow teeth. Noble vampires have no such thing. Mine are beautiful, small, well-formed and sharp...like what a cat would have if it were my size. I wonder how she will react.....


Do we know the 'enemy' stalks our city? Of course we do. But this is a vacation. 'High Noon' comes soon enough....


Though it is a pity that 'Papa' did not join us.....


Please remember that all of these communications form a 'whole.' They are 'bones' in a story. If you desire to learn more, scroll down.... or just 'Google' the title --- Vampire Wonderland by Billy Kravitz...... That is my 'familiar,' wilkravitz' actual name. He masquerades as the 'author,' because, as  you know, we only pretend that this is fiction...


Look for me in The Borgata two hours hence. I will know who you are.....


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