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in
Creatures of the Night
ÔTis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself
breathes out
Contagion to this world.
- William Shakespeare, Hamlet.
Chapter One
ÒHow was the trip?Ó Jason asked.
ÒShe dumped me,Ó Severin answered.
ÒShe dumped you?Ó
ÒYeah. I hate camping anyway,Ó Severin said. He rubbed his neck.
ÒAnd fuck-- the mosquitos. I got a nasty bite.Ó
ÒWell, thereÕs always Nintendo,Ó Jason said.
ÒYeah. Merry Christmas to you too,Ó Severin replied. He looked at
the discarded camping gear in his bedroom. A soiled backpack. A sleeping
bag still damp from the rain. The remains of yesterdayÕs lunch, that he
bought while driving home. Nothing smelled worse than day-old Burger
King.
ÒItÕs three months Ôtil Christmas,Ó Jason said. ÒYouÕll get a new
girlfriend by then.Ó
ÒOver my dead body,Ó Severin replied. He slammed down the phone.
He walked over to his bureau. There she was, staring at him from the gold
frame heÕd bought at K-Mart. Jennifer Jane Dobbin. His first girlfriend.
And probably his last, too, since heÕd never had a girlfriend until he was
24. ÒMaybe bringing along those erotic novels wasnÕt the best idea,Ó
Severin said to himself. ÒHell, I thought sheÕd like them. Beesting erotic
novels.Ó He walked over to his backpack. He unzipped it and pulled out the
novels. He flipped through them, feeling himself grow rigid. ÒOh, shit!
DonÕt tell me IÕm going to masturbate!Ó he swore.
That night there was a chill in the air. He had no idea what to do.
Saturday night, and there he was without a girlfriend again. And heÕd
probably spend Christmas alone too, with only the fake girls in the
Beesting erotic novels to keep him company. He pulled his jacket close.
He reached down to zip it. He gazed around, listening to his feet make the
wooden boards creak as he passed over them.
Old Sanramento. There were nice girls here. There was also a store
that sold Beesting erotic novels, but he hoped he wouldnÕt be paying it a
visit.
ÒI canÕt look at those fucking books right now,Ó Severin told himself.
ÒIÕm hungry. And my rule is, after I eat, I never look at those books for the
rest of the night, because sometimes I get too excited by them and I throw
up.Ó
Severin walked through Old Sanramento. He walked past the quaint
shops, with their hanging wood signs and glittering lights. He listened to
his feet on the raised wooden sidewalk. Creak, creak, creak. He saw a
sign for Round House Pizza. He went in.
ÒWhat the fuck?!Ó Severin exclaimed. There was no restaurant
inside. There was just a small three-sided room. A cubicle, really, with a
stairway leading down on the left. He turned and walked down the steps.
The noise of a jukebox playing came to his ears. An old song, Joan Jett, ÒI
donÕt give a damn about my bad reputation.Ó
ÒYouÕd think they could at least play Alanis Morissette,Ó Severin
muttered.
Downstairs, he found a normal-looking restaurant. Plastic-coated
wooden tables, faux Tiffany lamps hanging over the tables. Listening to
Joan Jett, he walked to the counter. He ordered a pizza. The girl behind
the counter looked young. Thirteen, not a day over. What was she doing
working? Jason wondered. When sheÕd taken his order he went and sat
down. He watched her, surreptitiously. He saw her motion to someone
sitting out in the restaurant. She was asking the person if he had a smoke.
ÒSheÕs too young to smoke. SheÕll be dead before I am,Ó Severin said
to himself. Then he saw her, another girl, slightly older. She had long
dark hair, just like Jennifer Jane Dobbin had. Severin frowned, feeling
himself want her. ÒNo more Jennifer Jane Dobbin!Ó he scolded himself.
HeÕd bought that girl roses, boxed candy, even paid for her photograph. And
then heÕd bought all that camping shit, because she said she wanted to go
camping. And when heÕd made the slight mistake of packing some of his
Beesting novels, along with his canteen and his water purification system
and his three different types of mosquito repellant, sheÕd dumped him!
Severin rubbed his neck.
ÒDamn mosquitos,Ó Severin said, watching the dark-haired girl as
she picked up her order from the counter. It was a pizza, large. He
wondered how such a slender young girl like her could hope to eat such a
big pizza. He watched her walk to the back of the restaurant. ÒOh,Ó
Severin said, under his breath. She was with people. A group. They all
looked like they were having fun, which he wasnÕt. But they looked
strange too, all of them dressed in black. ÒWhatÕs a young girl like her
doing running with that crowd?Ó Severin asked himself. ÒProbably fucking
Goths or something. Druggies and S and M freaks.Ó
Severin turned back toward the restaurantÕs front counter. He
drummed his fingers on the layer of thick plastic that covered the wooden
table he sat at. He gazed up at the Tiffany lamp. Two-dimensional fruit
was embedded in the lamp, glass fruit. There were ripe cherries and
plums, and blood red apples.
He decided to talk to the girl. Not the one who wanted a drag,
working behind the counter. He didnÕt want to get killed, after all. He
could just imagine himself meeting her father. ÒHi. IÕm twice your
daughterÕs age. Mind if I ball her?Ó He figured she wasnÕt a virgin but he
did value his life. He decided to talk to the girl with the Goths. It was
risky, but he was desperate. He didnÕt want to go home to his Beesting
erotic novels.
She went to re-fill her coke. She went alone. Feeling like a
predator, he got up from his table. He headed toward the coke machine. He
got there just as she was adding more ice to her glass.
ÒHi,Ó Severin mumbled.
ÒOh. Sorry,Ó the girl replied. She seemed slightly intimidated by
him. She moved away from him even as she continued to hold her glass
under the ice dispenser.
ÒIÕm just getting coke,Ó Severin said awkwardly.
ÒI prefer it to heroin too,Ó the girl answered. She smiled at him. He
was smitten. Absently he reached up and rubbed his neck. She turned
toward him. Her eyes gleamed. They were dark, wide, deep.
ÒThe deep end of the ocean,Ó Severin heard himself gasp.
ÒHmmmm?Ó the girl asked in a pretty, high voice.
ÒI was just saying...Ó
ÒYour coke.Ó She took the glass out of his hand. Still holding her
own, she put his under the ice dispenser. He listened as the ice began
clinking into his glass. ÒCome and eat with us,Ó she said, when sheÕd
filled both her glass and his. He nodded.
The Goths were indifferent to him. He didnÕt really mind, it was the
girl with the dark hair he wanted. Kayla, her name was. He liked the
name. She told him she was a gypsy. She talked with him a little, sitting
at a table with him, and he was feeling quite self-confident when she got
up again to re-fill her coke. He wanted to tag along. But then a manly
sense of possession came over him. He decided to wait for her at the
table. He didnÕt need to chase after her anymore. He felt like he had her in
the palm of his hand.
Except, she didnÕt take her glass with her when she went to re-fill
her coke. Severin saw a tall figure stride down the steps into the
restaurant. He wore a black coat, and black hair in a pony tail. He had a
slightly Oriental look to his face, but white skin. He sauntered across the
restaurant, avoiding the counter. The jukebox was playing A.C.D.C. now.
ÒHighway to Hell.Ó
Kayla met him halfway. They met in the middle of the restaurant.
He stooped down and she stood on tiptoe. They kissed. Full on the lips. It
was a casual, if intimate kiss, like a young married couple might share.
ÒShit,Ó Severin swore. A Goth sitting at a nearby table looked over
at him. Quickly Severin looked in his glass, at the ice cubes, as if finding
something undesirable there.
Kayla and her boyfriend joined the group.
ÒWhat? Vegetarian?Ó KaylaÕs boyfriend asked, looking at the pizza
sheÕd bought. Kayla whispered to him. The young man grunted and
frowned. Severin thought she looked like a gypsy princess, mouthing soft
incantations that rob men of their souls. Her boyfriend began to eat. He
was obviously not happy at eating a vegetarian pizza but he ate it anyway.
ÒItÕs the predator in you,Ó Kayla said. She lifted her hand and
stroked her boyfriendÕs long hair. ÒAlways you wish to have meat,Ó she
chided. ÒAnd youÕd like it uncooked, too, wouldnÕt you, the blood still
running out of it?Ó
ÒItÕs just that I donÕt get to eat very often,Ó Casey, KaylaÕs
boyfriend, replied.
As Casey ate, the others, who had already eaten, began to get up and
leave. They left in pairs, or alone, all of them going out a back door of the
restaurant. The gathering was at an end. Casey hurried to finish. Kayla
got up and kissed him once, on the cheek, and then headed for the back
door. Severin watched her leave. He found himself alone, except for
Casey, the others all gone. He watched Casey finish. Wordlessly the young
man got up.
It should have ended there. Right there, with Severin letting him
leave, to go to his girlfriend. But Severin got up. He got up from the table
and called out to Casey.
ÒExcuse me,Ó he said. The young man turned. His coat hung from his
broad shoulders. It swirled slightly as he moved his body, like a cape.
ÒYes?Ó Casey asked.
ÒI-- I need to meet someone, but he isnÕt here,Ó Severin lied. ÒHis
name is... perhaps you know him...Ó
ÒYes?Ó Casey asked again. He looked irritated.
Well, Hell yes, he was irritated, Severin thought to himself. He
wanted to say, ÒHi, please take me to your girlfriend so I can ball her.Ó
But obviously that wasnÕt a winning line. So instead he thought up a name.
ÒDo you know Oscar?Ó Severin asked. ÒOscar the Grouch,Ó he thought at
the same time, the thought coming unbidden, as he gazed at CaseyÕs
annoyed features.
ÒYes, of course,Ó Casey said. Severin felt a thrill of delight and
fear.
ÒI need to meet him. Can you take me to him?Ó Severin asked Casey.
ÒCome along,Ó Casey said, and much to SeverinÕs amazement he found
himself following the young man out the back door of the restaurant.
It was chillier now than it had been when heÕd gone inside. Chilly,
and dark. They walked across a back porch, with metal tables and chairs
on it. The furniture had once been painted white but it had long since
begun to flake, giving it a worn, rusty appearance. They left the porch.
They went up a flight of steps, and then into an alley.
Abruptly Casey turned. He seized Severin by the shoulders. Severin
felt CaseyÕs spit fall on his neck as his mouth opened wide. And then, just
as quickly, CaseyÕs mouth shut and he pushed Severin away.
ÒOh. Sorry,Ó Casey muttered.
ÒWhat?Ó Severin gasped. He felt his pockets. ÒI donÕt have any
money,Ó he said. ÒI mean, maybe I have 20 dollars but...Ó Severin checked
that his wallet was still in his pocket. He felt the familiar bulge.
ÒYou do need to see Oscar,Ó Casey told him. ÒI thought you were
warm.Ó
ÒHuh?Ó Severin asked. Casey lifted a finger and touched his own
neck. It was lean and white, the black collar of his coat sheltering it.
ÒYour love bite,Ó Casey said to Severin. ÒWhat time did you wake up
today?Ó
Severin arched a brow. This was a strange encounter. First the guy
was trying to mug him, and then he was asking how heÕd slept. Well, for
his part, Severin wanted to ball CaseyÕs girlfriend, but that was a
perfectly normal desire, wasnÕt it?
ÒI slept good,Ó Severin said. ÒÔTill at least three oÕclock.Ó
ÒIn the morning?Ó Casey asked.
ÒNo. The afternoon,Ó Severin said.
ÒAnd when did you go out of your house?Ó Casey asked.
ÒAt- at sunset,Ó Severin said. ÒJust after, actually.Ó
ÒYou do that a lot?Ó Casey asked.
ÒNot until today,Ó Severin answered. ÒFor some reason I couldnÕt get
up.Ó Casey nodded.
ÒYou need to see Oscar,Ó he said.
They walked through the alley. It let out along a back street. They
crossed the street and went over a grassy knoll. They came to a rail yard.
There was an old shed there, with a porch, and Severin saw that some of
the Goths were there. They paid little attention to him as he came up,
Casey beside him, walking a little ahead of him. Severin didnÕt see Kayla.
Casey turned to Severin. He pointed.
ÒThereÕs Oscar,Ó Casey said. Severin saw a short Chinese boy
wearing glasses. He had on short pants and a collared shirt, with a red
bow tie. He was standing among the Goths. He looked quite at home with
them, despite the fact that he wore no black, just a beige shirt and red
pants that matched his red tie. Severin looked more closely at the boy.
Finally he saw that the boy did, at least, have black socks on, above a pair
of yellow sneakers.
ÒHow nice that heÕs so fashionable,Ó Severin thought. He walked
over to the boy. The boy looked at him from behind small wire-rimmed
glasses. His eyes glittered. Severin felt like a specimen, being examined
under twin microscopes.
ÒNintendo?Ó the boy asked, after looking Severin over. He held up a
palm-sized computer game. He offered it to Severin.
ÒNo, IÕm just trying to find a girl so I can ball her,Ó Severin wanted
to answer. But instead he said,
ÒSure.Ó
They sat down together on the porch, their feet hanging off it, their
shoes resting in the dirt. They played. The moon moved across the sky. It
played hide-and-seek among the clouds. They passed the game back and
forth, challenging each other. It became addictive. Severin was good, but
Oscar was better. And deep in the night Oscar made Severin an offer.
ÒYouÕre talented,Ó Oscar told Severin. ÒBut I donÕt think youÕre
really giving it your all. If you win this next game, IÕll give you a hundred
dollars. I have it right here. But if you lose, I want you to do something
for me.Ó
ÒWhat?Ó Severin asked. He was feeling odd. He had played too many
games and his head was beginning to buzz.
ÒIÕm going to give you something, and I want you to drink it,Ó Oscar
said.
ÒWhat?Ó Severin asked. The moon had set now and it was dark.
There was a gleam behind the buildings to the east, and for some reason it
made Severin feel uncomfortable. He wondered what had become of Kayla.
ÒJust say ÔyesÕ or ÔnoÕ,Ó Oscar told Severin.
ÒFuck,Ó Severin answered. He got up to go. He felt he had to go, to
run, before the gleam in the east got brighter. OscarÕs eyes stared at him.
They were like twin jewels, wire-rimmed, captive, yet peering with great
interest.
ÒKayla,Ó Oscar said.
ÒHuh?Ó Severin asked. Oscar seemed to drink in his thoughts.
ÒKayla,Ó he said again. ÒPlay this last game and if you lose, perhaps
you will not. For I will give you something that will help you get closer to
Kayla.Ó
Severin sat down again. He felt fear now, as he watched the glow in
the east grow brighter. But he could use a hundred dollars and he wanted
Kayla. He didnÕt understand the offer, just that Oscar seemed to be
promising him a favor either way.
ÒWeÕve got to play quickly,Ó Severin told Oscar.
ÒOf course,Ó Oscar answered.
Back and forth the game went, the two of them flicking the buttons,
staring at the little screen, listening to the squeal of electric creatures
as they battled in a fictitious landscape. And then, suddenly, it was over.
Oscar had won. He reached into his pocket. He drew out a switchblade.
Severin flinched, watching the blade pop out of the handle. Suddenly he
remembered the light to the east and he looked up. The sky was bright
yellow now. The sun was just minutes away.
ÒIÕve got to go!Ó Severin cried. He was amazed at his fear but he felt
it, bone cold, as if the night air had infested his body down to its very
core. To his right he saw a flash of silver. He looked and gasped. Oscar
had sliced open his arm.
Severin watched as the Chinese boy raised his bleeding arm. He
stared at the boyÕs yellow skin, the blood running freely from the cut heÕd
made in himself. The Nintendo lay on the ground, flashing a victory slogan.
Oscar pounced on Severin. He pushed him down onto the porch.
Severin struggled, at the same time listening to the Nintendo that lay on
the ground just off the porch. It was still celebrating OscarÕs victory.
Now Oscar joined it, giving a triumphant cry as he shoved his bleeding arm
into SeverinÕs mouth.
ÒDrink!Ó Oscar commanded Severin. The young man felt the steel
tang of blood dripping into his mouth. And then he felt ecstasy, a strange
wild sensation, and he remembered a dream heÕd had while he was
camping, an odd dream full of pleasure. It had happened two nights ago.
Suddenly he was in the dream again, even as he felt OscarÕs blood run down
his throat.
She had grey eyes and auburn hair. She came out of the woods. She
came into his tent. His girlfriend was already gone, having dumped him
when he unpacked his novels. The auburn-haired woman did not speak to
him. But her eyes glowed with determination. She pounced on him. She
was tawny and beautiful, and she hugged him hard. She was very strong.
Severin screamed but she clapped her hand over his mouth.
ÒThe bite!Ó Severin shouted, feeling it throb again in his neck as
Oscar forced blood down his throat.
ÒYes,Ó Oscar said. His eyes glimmered. His face was awash in joy.
The act of having his blood drunk seemed to send waves of pleasure
through him, a pleasure like a man feels, when he forces another to drink
from the center of his body, from his loins. But it was not a sexual
pleasure. Rather, it was a pleasure of power, of domination. ÒYou are
mine now,Ó Oscar breathed to Severin. ÒI embrace you.Ó
Severin swallowed down OscarÕs blood. He couldnÕt help it. The boy
was strong, much stronger than he looked, and he had his arm between
SeverinÕs jaws. Severin bit the boyÕs arm, trying to expel it, but it did no
good. The cuts SeverinÕs teeth made in the boyÕs flesh only increased the
amount of blood coming down his throat.
Oscar grabbed SeverinÕs collar. He wrenched him upright. Severin
felt blood trickling from the corners of his mouth. His shirt felt wet,
around his neck, wet from the blood that had overspilled his lips and run
down his throat. The place where the woman had bitten him, two nights
before, throbbed. His head felt dizzy.
ÒCome! We must hurry!Ó Oscar said to Severin. He pulled the young
man to his feet. Severin stumbled off the porch, into the dirt, nearly
stepping on the Nintendo. He gaped at the unrisen sun. It was near now,
its light breaking harshly over the low buildings to the east.
They ran. They left the porch behind, with its attached shed. They
dashed into an alley and ran down a flight of steps. They stopped before a
green wooden door. Oscar fumbled in his pocket. He pulled keys from his
pocket and jammed one of the keys into a lock. He pushed open the door.
He shoved Severin inside. It was black inside. Severin couldnÕt see. But
he could feel the sun at his back, growing bright in the street. He felt an
incredible weakness. Oscar slammed the door.
It was pitch black. There was silence.
ÒDo you need a light?Ó Oscar asked Severin in the darkness.
ÒYes. Of course,Ó Severin answered.
ÒAlright,Ó Oscar said matter-of-factly. Severin heard the boy cross
the room. He could not see him at all, but Oscar seemed to have no
problem locating a match, and striking it. Severin gasped. He seemed to
be in a storage room for some mortuary. There were coffins scattered
about. He saw no windows. A sign on the wall read:
ÒEmbalming, Five Dollars.Ó
Oscar pointed toward the coffins.
ÒTake your pick,Ó Oscar said.
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