Bill The Vampire by Rick Gualtieri

Author:Rick Gualtieri [Gualtieri, Rick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wayman Publishing
Published: 2012-10-11T04:00:00+00:00

The Dork Tower

Okay, so maybe I should have kept that last remark to myself. Either that, or I should have expected that I'd need to duck. Regardless, I caught one square on the chin from Night Razor, and, once again, found myself on my ass. I guess it was too much to hope that I'd make it through the entire evening without getting hit once. Well, okay, so far, this night, I'd gotten hit several times, but most of them had come from people other than Jeff. Come to think of it, though, maybe that was not something I should be bragging about. On the upside, I was still conscious. Guess my tolerance for beatings was getting better.

We stood there, glaring at each other for a few seconds (okay, I was technically sitting), and then Jeff seemed to think better of the ass whupping he was no doubt contemplating giving to me. While I'd love to fool myself into thinking that perhaps he had doubts of being able to take me out (considering the scene of carnage he stumbled upon), it appeared his reservations were more practical in nature, as he said,

“We need to get our asses away from this fucking mess before someone calls the cops.”

As I pulled myself to my feet, I had to grudgingly admit he did have a point. Subtle this was not. Instead of saying anything pithy that might end with my head smashed through a wall, I simply grunted my assent with his plan. Without another word, he turned and took off, full bore, down the alley at a pace that would have made an Olympic sprinter weep. Remembering that I wasn't exactly a slouch anymore, myself, I immediately took off after him at a similar pace. Not too shabby for someone who came in dead last in every race he ever ran during gym class.

Just a few minutes at this speed found us several blocks away. I'd definitely have to remember this. It was faster and cheaper than a cab, with the added benefit of not having to be yelled at in Arabic.

The place where Night Razor finally stopped was deep in shadow, several street lights in the area being inoperative. “Now it's your turn,” he said without turning to face me.

Oh, shit, this didn't sound good. I crouched down into a fighting stance (or at least what years of Bruce Lee movies had taught me was a fighting stance) and prepared myself for an attack. What I didn't prepare myself for was the torrent of water that hit me when Night Razor stepped aside. I was blasted off my feet, and, worse yet, fuck me, the water was freezing!

I rolled to the side out of the spray and, after slipping a few times on the wet concrete, got back up. Night Razor was standing there, grinning, holding the cap of the fire hydrant he had just ripped open. “There. Now you don't look like you just stepped out of a slaughterhouse,” he remarked.

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