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                                        Andrew Roller Presents
 
                                                GIRL PATROL

                                          Chapter Thirty-Five

         Nobody had dusted in several decades.  But then, few people ever 
dared venture here.  Black tapestries hung from the walls.  They bore no 
designs, no decoration.  Behind them stood the thick stone walls of the 
tower, the Tower of the Tristens, Vlad and Esmelda.  In this inner room no 
light would penetrate, save for the light of a single candle that flickered 
weakly at the far end of the room.  It was all very reassuring, if you were 
dead.
         Two thrones were in this room.  In one sat the Queen of Darkness, 
safe from the heat outside in the towerÕs cool depths, a goblet of blood in 
her hand.  In the other throne, beside her, sat her husband Vlad.  His hand 
twitched.
         ÒSo itÕs true,Ó Vlad said to himself.  Esmelda did not move, but said,
         ÒWhatÕs true?Ó  Vlad scowled.
         ÒCanÕt I even mumble to myself?Ó Vlad asked.
         ÒItÕs hot outside,Ó Esmelda said.
         ÒThe night will come,Ó Vlad answered.
         ÒItÕs hot at night too,Ó Esmelda said.
         ÒI canÕt control the weather dear,Ó Vlad said.  Now Esmelda turned to 
him.
         ÒYou shouldnÕt be sitting here.  You should fix your fucking machine,Ó 
she said.
         ÒIÕm working on it,Ó Vlad answered.
         ÒBy sitting on your ass?Ó Esmelda snapped.  Vlad frowned.
         ÒItÕs daylight.  ItÕs hot outside.  When the night comes IÕll feel like 
working on it again.Ó
         ÒEveryoneÕs asleep,Ó Esmelda said.  ÒExcept us.Ó
         ÒJet lag,Ó Vlad said.  Esmelda looked at him.
         ÒAn effect of time travel is that it can produce sleeplessness.  It 
will wear off in a few days.Ó  He looked at his wifeÕs face.  She seemed 
tired, but, like himself, here she was, in the middle of the day, wide 
awake on her throne.  He didnÕt mention the other ill effect of time travel.
         For about an hour they sat in silence and then Esmelda, remembering 
the goblet in her hand, drained what was in it.  Immediately she called out 
for more.  A figure came scurrying into the room.
         ÒOver here!Ó Esmelda called, as the figure stood blinking in the 
doorway, his eyes adjusting to the light.  Then, cringing, the creature 
came forward and took the goblet from EsmeldaÕs right hand.  She snarled 
as he took it from her.  Then he hurried to the door, and as he went out 
through the doorway, just briefly, the figure of a man was visible.
         ÒFucking ghoul,Ó Esmelda swore.  ÒHurry up!Ó she cried at the open 
doorway.
         ÒYou shouldnÕt be so--Ó Vlad began, then stopped himself.  EsmeldaÕs 
head snapped at him.
         ÒI shouldnÕt be so what?!Ó she asked.
         ÒDemanding,Ó Vlad said.  He trembled.  He balled a fist.  ÒSay please 
and thank you next time.Ó
         ÒPlease and thank you?!Ó Esmelda cried.  She leapt up from her 
throne.  She stalked over to her husband and looked at him, hard.  She 
pointed.  Her hand quivered and she said,
         ÒPlease fix your fucking machine.  Do you hear me?!Ó she shouted.  
Vlad cringed and said,
         ÒYes, dearest!  I hear you!Ó  Esmelda frowned.  
         ÒYou havenÕt called me that in awhile,Ó she said.  Vlad nodded.
         ÒPerhaps I should do it more often,Ó he said.  He gazed into his 
wifeÕs lovely eyes.  ÒDear, IÕm sorry,Ó he said.  ÒIÕm sorry that when we 
got all the blood loaded on my machine this morning it didnÕt go anywhere.  
I promise that just as soon as the night comes IÕll get working on it and, 
well--Ó  He stood up.  Esmelda had to step back to get out of his way and 
he said, stepping down off the dias where their thrones were mounted, 
ÒPerhaps I should go and try fixing it now.Ó
         ÒYes!Ó Esmelda snapped.  She sat back down on her throne.  She 
blinked.  Then she said,
         ÒTell that fucking ghoul to get in here before I drink his blood.Ó
         ÒYes, my queen,Ó Vlad answered.

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