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vampire wonderland: DANGEROUS LIFE-EATER SECRETS SHARED ON A QUIET SIN...

vampire wonderland: DANGEROUS LIFE-EATER SECRETS SHARED ON A QUIET SIN...: They all went out. Papa took Jonathon and Sarah to the Jersey Shore. I guess they're at Baylah's boyfriend's beach house. She runs back and...

BAYLAH, a vampire, KNOWS ALL ABOUT ABRAHAM LINCOLN

Sometimes she start talkin' real fast. And her voice change. She lose that Philadelphia accent and fall back to what she had in Old Mali..... very clipped, real precise. You know how that model, the one who like a hit girl in head wit' telephone sound? .....No, not her. Mister Never-You-Mind is a bit confused. I mean the one what married to Ziggy Stardust. Imam, I think they call her. She talk that way.....Africa talk, nice talk, if you know what the word mean. She still make English words, but she say 'em Old Mali style. That how I know she excited. 


Abraham Lincoln don't kill no vampire. He not even  KNOW vampire til they get him in the White House. That when his wife (she very fat woman...don't you think?) start eatin' ice cream and doin' voo-doo and hula-hula dances. Missionaries bring 'em back from Lahaina, or whatever they call that town they got on the Big Island. Mrs. Wife-of-Lincoln wanna talk to little boy. He dead. He STILL dead, but back then he just gettin' used to it. So she make 'spooky' party...lot a spooky party, in a WHITE HOUSE. Send soldier to bring back talk-to-dead lady. (lady not dead. she just know how to talk to 'em.) So they all hold hands and go 'wooo-wooo-wooo,' like they moanin', or gettin' tickled the wrong way. President lock a door. He not want president-helpers to think he crazy.


Little dead boy (he president's son) don't come back. Talk-to-dead lady say he must be busy. Mrs. Wife-of-Lincoln find this extremely hard to believe, 'cause he always very, very lazy boy. So she say - Hey, what are you, a crook?.............Talk-to-Dead lady say - I no crook! You jus' wanna make trouble....... President Lincoln jus' sit there. He doan say nuthin', 'cause them what do for him already think he got bubbles in the think-tank.


White House maid bring in cool drink. Prob'ly Kool-Aid. Not 'cause she so worried people thirsty and all. She jus' wanna see what goin' on. President say - We got any pineapple? She say - No, jus' cherry...... He drink it anyway. He drink a lot a beer too. Once he peed on a floor a the Lincoln Bedroom. But room not so famous then, so it mostly OK.


Never actually meet vampire that first time. Saw one walk past open door, but never talk to him. 


Next time he do talk to him. That the beginning....... You gotta keep an open mind.


Still got vampire runnin' 'round that White House. Still doin' it today. 


You gotta keep an open mind. Come-sea. Come sah...


Man, how 'bout that God damn asteroid almost hit us and all?....... What the president goan do bout that?????


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'BUTT SNIFFING TIME' AT A VAMPIRE POW WOW

They finally all  got together at the museum. Not the Penn Museum, the Mutter Museum. Vampires seem to like the macabre, nineteenth century atmosphere, deformed, salt-cured heads in thick, glass, jar-like vessels, frightening, antique surgical devices, creaking wooden floors. They say, at one time two vampire brothers actually worked as night watchmen at the place. The story has it they were originally conjoined twins, converted to the 'night shift' as a 'two-fer' . One came willing. The other was a draftee. Chewed through the gristle connecting them soon as the fangs came in. But they're not part of this narrative. You gotta read the screenplay for that.


Baylah found a few old, rickety, wooden folding chairs in some storage closet and put 'em up in a little circle. At one time, they used to meet up there a lot. There's a spot on the mezzanine, right by the Chaing and Eng exhibit.... a life cast taken from the naked bodies of the original 'Siamese Twins.' Got a preserved specimen of a rubbery, two headed, pickled, white baby up there too. Kinda look like the Olsen Twins.


Guys they got watchin' the place now know they all vampires. But they get paid off, so it's all right. Tomas there, Sarah, even Annie and Papa. Elves don't come. They do their own thing. The new one, Annie's little baby, Conrad, there too. He settin' right in the middle.


Nobody say nothin'. Just go up one at a time and sniff him up real good. Vampires does that when they want a find out shit. Or they can lick a face. Sometimes they does that too. Later, when and if they all become 'family,' there might be a little mutual blood tastin's, but not tonight. 


Papa just sit there makin' like he readin' People Magazine. All of a sudden he so interested in Kate Middleton, don't you know. Annie crackin' her gum and shakin' her knees up and down. She real proud a herself. Think she a 'mommy' now. Wanna know if she get a give him a different name. Wanna call him 'Stackhouse,' or 'Barry.' Conrad, her new, (though he probably 'bout thirty) baby, don't say nuthin'. He just make like he real interested in a three-eyed-Pocahontas lookin' out from a big, ole head jar.....like a American Indian gal in an old fifty's space helmet, what left the rest a her body at home.


Jonathon (I mean Tomas) wanna ast him 'bout 'The Brotherhood,'.....wanna know all about them Saint Shamus people and all. But Sarah say that not polite, seein' as he is most likely all discombobulated what with crossin' over into Vampire Town and all. So they just sits there waiting for Stackhouse, I mean Conrad to say somethin'. 


Baylah light a new aroma candle and put it down on the floor. Watchman guy run over an' slip a little plate under it. He fussy, but he OK. Vampires like a good aroma candle. They like candy. Sometime they sit around holdin' a bitty one like it tomato juice, or somethin'.


Papa look up at the ceiling. He yawn. After 28,ooo years, he STILL ain't got 'nuf sleep. Annie lean over. She pinch Conrad. She pinch him real hard...right in the butt. He jus' give her a look and scootch over a little. 


You know how kids is when you want 'em to show off.


So Baylah ast if anybody hear bout ABRAHAM LINCOLN~VAMPIRE KILLER..... But nobody say nothin,' so she say she gonna tell 'em the real story.


Come back tomorrow and I tell you what she said.


Tomas mumble somethin' in Spanish, but I don't know no Ricky Ricardo talk. Mister Never-You-Mind jus' know English, plus a little bit a New Orleans patois. 


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VAMPIRES, CHERUBS and ELVES..Oh MY!~~~ some more nighttime magic in revealed

Annie and Conrad (the former, not-quite monk) checked out of the hotel on JFK Boulevard 'vampire style.' That means they sublimated through the wall of the lobby without paying the bill. He couldn't sublimate yet, but she could. So they did this thing where he hugs onto her real tight and gets wrapped up in the energy emitted by her body. Then they sublimated into some sporting goods store and stole new sneakers. Annie likes Nike for kids. Conrad prefers 'Chuckies.' ---- monastic simplicity and all that. After, they sorta kinda killed a schizophrenic wino, 'cause he won't give 'em no little taste. Vampires can tolerate alcohol, don't you know. Annie claims the blood of diabetics tastes syrupy. She says there's all kinds a blood...pissy blood, beefy blood, asparagus blood, milk blood, shitty blood and fishy blood. More too, but I forget the rest. 


Conrad says he's starting to hear voices. Annie tells him it's just the others. They can probably pick him up now and want to feel him out. Everything is so different in Philadelphia now. For a long time there was just Tomas, or Jonathon, or whatever you want to call him and Baylah. That lasted for like two hundred and forty years. Bob came along in the nineteen twenties, but he's dead. Luna stays with Doctor Franklin, so she don't count and Blackie and Minnie mostly keep to themselves. 


Vampires are by nature very non-confrontational. They're quiet. They hide. They fit in. It's only in fiction, like on TV and all, that they have them nostril flaring battles and cat fights. You saw how Annie handled things? You saw what she did to Conrad. She converted him. Gave him a taste (not of the blood...of the magic). Got him hooked and reeled him in. That's what usually happens. Van Helsing my eye. All Dracula gotta do is dip him in some magic, some REAL MAGIC, I mean, and that dude not gonna be so eager to mutilate corpses. Well, 'almost' corpses, I mean. You know... vampires.


Please know I'm talking 'bout 'our kind' a life-eater. Them 'noxious' bastids is something else. And excuse me for leaving out the elves and cherubs. But I don't like to speak for them. Remember what we told you last night... about magic and all? Well, I'm gonna tell you some more.


Magic is energy...sentient energy. It's got a mind. It can think. It can feel things. I don't know who started it. I don't know where it came from. Don't go asking me that. But it's there and it's real. 


Powerful vampires are the ones who can talk to it. They purr. They ask it things. That's how Papa gets it to string people up over the roiling surface of the sun. Annie too. She gets it from him. He is her 'daddy' after all.


You may be able to do a little bit of this. Let me give you an example. Ever walk by a street light that goes dark? Ever have a furry, little, golden honey bee hover right in front a your face,  just like it trying to tell you something? Ever scared like you ain't gonna make it inside to pee... like you're gonna wet yourself, but then at the last second you ain't gotta take no leak no more?...... Well, that's magic.... Little stuff...Mortal stuff, but still magic. Some people, like witches, or political power brokers get good at it. But mostly it sticks to unusual folk, like vampires, or butterfly-vixens, or them fishy-tailed people, or elves and all. Some other types too. But I don't wanna get into them. 


It gonna get light soon. Did I ever tell you how vampires hate these short, summer nights? No, wait a minute. I think I did. She gotta find him where to sleep. Conrad, I mean.  Annie wanna be on her own now. She wanna be her own boss. Papa know. He indulgin' her. 


Bet she gonna take him to The Penn Museum. Bet they gonna fly over to Thirty Third Street. She best friends wit' them old, waxy, dried up mummies. Some got ghosts livin' in they bellies. They whisper. They giggle. Annie like that. She don't get them Coptic words, but vampire don't gotta. You see, truth is something else.....


It rained again tonight. Streets is real wet and shiny. folks is all up inside they whoop-dee-doo co-ops and condominiums. They sleepin'..... mostly. They snorin'. They fartin'. They droolin' all over them forty eight dollar, fancy, sea isle cotton pillow slips. Few just died a strokes, or some other kind a shit. Some is watchin' info-mercials. Some be playin' nasty. Don't nobody even guess that down on the street a stringy haired, little white girl and a skinny guy all dressed in black be two 'juvenated, walking corpses. don't nobody even care. 


Couple doormen see 'em go by. But doormen see a lot a things...


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O. G. Tomes: Seumas Gallacher ... an interview by O. G. Tomes

O. G. Tomes: Seumas Gallacher ... an interview by O. G. Tomes: Welcome, Seumas Gallacher. Coffee or Tea? Neither...diet coke You are a multifaceted person by anyone's standards.  CEO, Harvard ...

Rainy Night Truths from the Pages of LA CIENCIA VAMPIRISMO

I am Edith and I am all alone. It's shaping up to be a cool, damp summer. The Pines are nice when it rains... nothing hard, just a gray, soft drizzle. I've left the vampires for a few nights, returning to my cabin in the evergreens. When it gets hot, I will go back. The vampires almost always have air conditioning. But for now, I will abide here among my own. 


Mister Edith, my current husband is gone off hunting. He has a special fondness for muskrat and they're in season now. I cook them up with a salt rub, pine nuts and honey-smoked-bacon. Even the vampires are tempted to lick the pan.


It's almost 1amEDT. I sit, a solitary figure upon a little porch. Was raining before. Dried up a bit now. TV on inside. It's just a little, twelve inch black and white with tin foil earrings. But it brings in all my talk shows. They my company. Them and all the ghosts. I say howdy to 'em as they pass through the woods. Some won't even give you the time a day, or night. But a few stop and stare. That is mostly all they do. They cease drifting, float over to the other side a my railing, hover just above the dirt and acknowledge me for a little bit. I say - God bless you. Tell 'em I'll pray for them and all, before they fade off. It's nice to know they're out there, 'cause the Pines can be very scary late at night. 


I got Tomas' book with me. I got La Ciencia Vampirismo...The Science of Vampirism. It is an old, vellum text. Some say the skin is human. But I don't know. And he never says.  Oh, you know how fussy he is about it, but he trusts me. I  got my own kinda Pow-Wow, Piney magic too, don't you know. So I ain't exactly helpless. Can scrail the future real good too. Other'n that I mostly just human.


But let me tell you something. You gotta think of magic, real magic, as a string. And that string got lots a knots. Vampires is one knot. Elves is another. Each one just a place where the magic swirls 'round and does something different. You heard bout the mer-folk and the cherubs and the Jersey Devil and all, so you know. 


'Cept there's some secrets you do not know. Noble vampires and Noxious vampires ain't all there is. You see, magic ain't got no fences. It just flows and bounces and creeps and splashes any which way it likes. Some human beans, or former human beans, do shimmy-sham theyselves into critters. I seen butterfly-vixens..... Some a them are so beautiful. But not when they uncurl that tongue (you know, like a butterfly sippin' straw) and shove it down your throat, suckin' up everything you got. And let me tell you, they big eaters too. 


Look, I know you want me to learn you bout werewolves, but I can't. I just cannot do that. You will have to trust me. Told too much already. But maybe it's not my fault. Book does that sometimes. Words start crowdin' your mouth and next thing you know you speechifying..... tellin' all kinds a stuff what shouldn't be said.


You can feel magic. It is like a little hum, or a fleeting sizzle. Guess it some sort a energy or somethin'. Like static 'lectricity, but not exactly. Dogs know when it's there. Cat's too. Some spiders dance on the web when it tickle they belly.


June twenty first the beginning a magic time. Midsummer's Night, they call it. 'Cept that only in Ireland, or them Celtic places. 'Round here it just when school let out. But that's the night when learnin'  truly begins.


So don't be no stranger. We here every night. You might as well be too. 


Now let me look through these pages some more and find something else I can learn you. Come back tomorrow, 'cause I gotta go inside and watch a rebroadcast a Kathy Lee and Hoda in a few minutes....


'Scotosh bedosh... Bedosh bopost... Bopost skeedosht'.....


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