Bill The Vampire - 01 (35 page)

He had faced a demon too strong for a normal man to overcome.

*ring*

He had died protecting my mother.

“Hello?” answered a groggy voice on the other end.

He was answering the phone!

“Dad!” I yelled into the receiver. “Is that you?”

“Huh, Bill? What time is it?” asked the unmistakable voice of my father.

“Dad, are you okay?”

“I was until you woke me up. Is something wrong?”

Had my father been out when Jeff attacked? Perhaps he had come home, assumed mom was at a friend’s house, and then had just gone to sleep. It wasn't fair, but I had to break it to him.

“Dad, you need to listen to me. Something terrible has happened to mom.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked, irritation starting to seep into his voice.

“Dad...”

“You know this drunk dialing thing wasn't funny even when you were still in college.”

“Dad! Are you even listening!?” I screamed into the phone. “Mom is in trouble!”

“Your mother is asleep right next to me. (
???
) Pray tell, exactly what trouble is she in?” dad asked in a deadpan voice.

“Mom's okay?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Oh, for Christ sakes! Here...” I could hear him shifting around and then a soft snoring noise filled the phone. Yeah, that was mom alright. She slept like the dead (
no pun intended
), and was a heavy breather throughout the night. A few seconds later, my father came back on the phone.

“There, happy?”

I was stunned for a second... glad as all hell, don't make any mistake about it, but confused, too. “Yes. Thanks, Dad,” I answered, trying to collect my wits.

“Good,” Dad replied sarcastically. “Now, why would you think she was in trouble?”

I thought fast and then gave him the only excuse that came to mind, “I... uh... had a nightmare that... vampires were attacking you guys.”

There was a momentary pause on the line and then my dad said, “Bill, you know your mother and I love you very much, don't you?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Then I'm sure you'll forgive me for doing this...” *click* The line went dead.

I exchanged glances with my companions. They had obviously heard my side of the conversation and could no doubt figure out the rest.

“Is it safe to assume your mom was there?” asked Ed. I nodded. “Well that's the important thing, anyway.”

Tom noticed me being a bit too quiet and asked, “So, what's wrong, man?”

“Nothing,” I answered. “I'm glad Mom and Dad are fine. But still... what the fuck?” I turned to Sally. “Is Jeff's master plan just to try to give me a panic attack?”

She shook her head. “I don't think so. Even a complete moron would have to know that you could call that bluff with just one phone call. Besides which, that's not Jeff's style. If he says he has a hostage, then he has a hostage.”

“Maybe this is a distraction,” Ed offered, “to set us up for an ambush?”

Sally again shook her head. “Also not his style. He likes to make a big scene. A showdown, like he set up on the phone, is just the kind of thing he loves to do. Fucker's probably been sporting an erection about it ever since he left here.”

“Okay,” I replied. “And thank you for that imagery, by the way. Now I have a picture in my head of him clubbing me to death with his dick.”

“Worry about Jeff's dick later,” Ed said. “If he doesn't have your parents, then
who
does he have?”

I shrugged. “No idea.” Then an unpleasant thought struck me. “What if he found one of your guys' info while he was trashing the place? What if he made a mistake and grabbed the wrong person's mom?”

Both Tom and Ed visibly paled at that. Moments later, they were both repeating my earlier action and making phone-calls of their own. However, both of them met with similar results (
although to Ed's credit, at least he came up with a less lame excuse for calling than vampire nightmare
). All of our folks were fine, thus, after everyone had been hung up on, we found ourselves again wondering what the hell was going on.

“You're sure he's not just screwing with our heads?” I asked Sally.

“I don't see the point. What benefit would he get from it?” she responded. “No. I'm certain he has
somebody
.”

“So, the question is,” Ed asked, “do we march into his trap and try to save this somebody? Or do we leave them to die and then go after Jeff at a time and place of our choosing?”

“I don't know,” Tom replied in a small voice. Now that the adrenaline of the past couple of hours was wearing off, he looked like he had enough for a while. “I don't want to see anyone die because of me, but putting ourselves right where he wants us... I just don't know.” With that, he wandered away and disappeared into his room.

I started to follow, but Ed held up a hand. “Leave him. He needs a few. Shit, we all probably do.”

“So, you want to go with option two, I assume?”

He gave me a grin and replied, “No. I think if we wait, then this'll just get worse. If you don't show up for your big cage match, how long do you think it'll be before he starts hunting you... and by proxy,
us,
down? He has home field advantage, but from the sounds of it, he's probably expecting you to be alone. That, and he's no doubt expecting you to be completely distraught. This gives us a chance. You go in, but with a clear head and us there to back you up. It might be enough to even the odds.”

Sally smiled at Ed's response and said, “Your friend here makes a lot of sense... for a walking happy meal.”

“Care to play with the toy that comes with it?” Ed asked with a wicked grin.

“Maybe some other time,” Sally demurred. “For now, I suggest we get ourselves ready. I know the warehouse he's talking about. It's supposed to be a coven safe house, but Jeff likes to use it as his own personal larder. We have a few hours until the three of us...”

“Four,” said Tom, reappearing from his room, something in his arms.

“Four?” I asked.

He stepped forward and dropped what he had been holding. A bunch of broken action figures fell to the floor. “Four! Son of a bitch must pay,” he said with an almost scary determination. It was on.

* * *

Tom and Ed stayed behind to do a damage assessment of the apartment and to see what could be scavenged. Sally and I headed out to grab a few supplies for the coming conflict. I was a little leery of her plan. Sure, New York has the reputation of being the city that never sleeps, but that only goes so far. At this late hour, or early, depending on your point of view, our options for places that were open were pretty much limited to pizza, convenience stores, or maybe an all night rave, or two. None of these, as far as I was aware, were particularly good for combat preparation, unless maybe the plan was to eat enough
Slim Jims
so as to make us look forward to our impending deaths. However, Sally wasn't daunted by little details such as these. It soon became apparent as to why.

“This will do,” she said in front of a store about a mile from my apartment. It was a sporting goods shop, probably family owned, and small enough that you could easily pass by without noticing it. Such it is with city based small businesses. Space here is at a premium and you make do with what you can.

“For what?” I protested. “It's closed.” I pointed out the locked security gate covering the entranceway.

“Not for long,” she replied. She took a look around the street to confirm it was empty and then gave a hard tug on the gate. The lock held, but the latch itself broke off. She moved the gate aside and said, “Wait for it.”

I did, and then after a few seconds replied, “I don't hear anything.”

“Exactly! Small shop like this probably can't afford an active security system. If there are cameras inside, it's a good bet that they're just props.” She grabbed the front door and gave another pull, which had a similar effect as on the gate. “After you,” she said.

“Age before beauty,” I quipped in return.

“After today, let's hope age is still something we can worry about,” she replied, and entered the shop.

I figured we'd be loading up with football pads and other such protection, but Sally told me to leave them. She explained that, against a vampire of Jeff's strength, a little bit of padding would have about the same effect as using a Kevlar vest to stop a cruise missile, especially for my roommates. Speed and mobility would be more important than body armor. I protested that at least some protection would be better than none, and, after a moment's consideration, she agreed. We settled on a few helmets for my roommates (
being thrown face first into a wall could seriously ruin a person’s day
) as well as some basic protection for our extremities such as elbow and knee pads. We'd look more likely to be spending the day at a skate park than in battle, but it covered the basics of leaving us mobile while not leaving us entirely unprotected.

Next up, Sally started grabbing baseball bats, both aluminum and wood. The wooden ones, she explained, could be easily sawed off and sharpened. They made for much better stakes than just sharpening some random hunks of wood. I didn't argue with this logic, having seen Jeff make good use of one some weeks prior. The aluminum bats would make excellent bludgeons, being both well balanced, and sturdy. Okay, so now we'd be skateboarders with baseball bats. Forget the skate park, we were going to look like rejects from some bad post-apocalyptic movie.

“Other weapons?” I asked. Sure I knew crosses and holy water were going to do dick, but off the top of my head, I could come up with a small arsenal of more interesting weapons than what we had picked out so far.

“This is probably the best we can do for now,” she replied.

“You're kidding me,” I said. “What about... say, a crossbow?”

“Can you fire a crossbow?” she asked.

“Well...”

“At a
moving
target?” she continued.

Okay, she might have a small point there. However, I was not to be deterred, “Then how about katanas, or a battle axe, or hell, some
dynamite
?”

She looked me squarely in the eye and said, “Unless you know of any combination ninja supply and explosives depots around, then I'd say probably not. I know what you're thinking, but we don't have a week to prepare for this. We've got to make do with the best we can. Besides which, if you come marching in there with a ton of gear strapped to your back, you're going to be so weighted down that Jeff will just come strolling up to you and take your head off with one swipe of his claws. That would just be...
embarrassing
.”