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Nobody said a word. But Sarah knew Jonathon was gonna say something. The curly haired girl made like she was real interested in braiding her hair, but she looked up at him every once in a while. So they sat there, bathed in the shimmery, orange glow from the Sterno. Cave people probably conversed in such a light. Bet Mister Old bones would know. And a breeze blew through. Odd, but it happens, even down deep underground. Air circulates through the tunnels. Perhaps it leaks down through cracks, or maybe it's the breath of mole people long gone.
Jonathon inhaled. Not that he draws any benefit from the oxygen. Vampires don't need that. But this one, even after almost one thousand years, was still a creature of habit. ..... The curly haired girl said - I want it. I need it. Please.... Jonathon considered his response and said - What you need is vindication. You want to prove yourself. It's not even revenge. And you certainly don't need this burden for that....
The curly haired mole girl whispered - You did it for her. You did it for Sarah. I know her from before. I remember. She had that shop...that book shop... Philadelphia After Dark. I go up to the surface. I know...... Jonathon said - That... was a private matter of the heart. And it has nothing to do with you....... She sniffed and gave him a look, but he could smell the desire rising up from her skin...... The vampire said - Living well is the best revenge.... Oh, I don't know if I should even do this, but I will..... What are you gonna do? - said the girl...... Empower you a bit - said the life-eater. Then he bit his lip, releasing a tiny trickle of blood, and whispered - Kiss me..... Now Sarah never relinquished her spot. She was his consort, after all. And this was no threat to her, merely an easy way to satisfy a troublesome acquaintance.... So the delicately featured mole girl leaned close, resting on her hands, as she found his mouth and savored the blood..... He caressed her throat as she drank. Then he leaned back and snuggling against his Sarah.
The curly haired girl sat down. She seemed drugged and, in truth, she was. Something within him was now within her. Whether the blood was an agent, or merely a symbol, who knows? But the girl was different now. Not a vampire. Still a mortal, though possessed of a certain edge. And her dreams might still come true. He gave her a note written on a fifty dollar bill... the phone number of an agent... a 'familiar.' Tomorrow, or maybe tonight...(who can keep track of planetary rotations down there?) she'd siphon a thin stream of water from a long forgotten pipe (the never used late Edwardian 'water closets' were still there, under a thin coating of lime-like mineral deposits and plaster dust) cleanse her skin, change her garments and climb up into the sunlight, there to call the man and get some money..... The vampiric infusion would serve her well.... A certain focus.... A certain magnetism. Bet she gets some bookings this time 'round? Hollywood, here she comes. But this time with a little bit of, well.... you know.
A short time later, Jonathon craved a walk... not underground.... not in the unused subway excavations, but up on the surface. It was dark then and he knew it. So he took Sarah's hand and they went.
But up above, away from the streetlights, the Black Maria was waiting......
And the curly haired girl had something on her lips too...
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Jonathon inhaled. Not that he draws any benefit from the oxygen. Vampires don't need that. But this one, even after almost one thousand years, was still a creature of habit. ..... The curly haired girl said - I want it. I need it. Please.... Jonathon considered his response and said - What you need is vindication. You want to prove yourself. It's not even revenge. And you certainly don't need this burden for that....
The curly haired mole girl whispered - You did it for her. You did it for Sarah. I know her from before. I remember. She had that shop...that book shop... Philadelphia After Dark. I go up to the surface. I know...... Jonathon said - That... was a private matter of the heart. And it has nothing to do with you....... She sniffed and gave him a look, but he could smell the desire rising up from her skin...... The vampire said - Living well is the best revenge.... Oh, I don't know if I should even do this, but I will..... What are you gonna do? - said the girl...... Empower you a bit - said the life-eater. Then he bit his lip, releasing a tiny trickle of blood, and whispered - Kiss me..... Now Sarah never relinquished her spot. She was his consort, after all. And this was no threat to her, merely an easy way to satisfy a troublesome acquaintance.... So the delicately featured mole girl leaned close, resting on her hands, as she found his mouth and savored the blood..... He caressed her throat as she drank. Then he leaned back and snuggling against his Sarah.
The curly haired girl sat down. She seemed drugged and, in truth, she was. Something within him was now within her. Whether the blood was an agent, or merely a symbol, who knows? But the girl was different now. Not a vampire. Still a mortal, though possessed of a certain edge. And her dreams might still come true. He gave her a note written on a fifty dollar bill... the phone number of an agent... a 'familiar.' Tomorrow, or maybe tonight...(who can keep track of planetary rotations down there?) she'd siphon a thin stream of water from a long forgotten pipe (the never used late Edwardian 'water closets' were still there, under a thin coating of lime-like mineral deposits and plaster dust) cleanse her skin, change her garments and climb up into the sunlight, there to call the man and get some money..... The vampiric infusion would serve her well.... A certain focus.... A certain magnetism. Bet she gets some bookings this time 'round? Hollywood, here she comes. But this time with a little bit of, well.... you know.
A short time later, Jonathon craved a walk... not underground.... not in the unused subway excavations, but up on the surface. It was dark then and he knew it. So he took Sarah's hand and they went.
But up above, away from the streetlights, the Black Maria was waiting......
And the curly haired girl had something on her lips too...
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