Fat Vampire Big Fat Box Set by Johnny B. Truant

Author:Johnny B. Truant [Truant, Johnny B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: BA
Publisher: Sterling & Stone
Published: 2013-10-19T23:00:00+00:00

INCOMING CALL FROM

CLAIRE

Reginald scrabbled on the trackpad, suddenly sure that he was going to miss the call despite it being right in front of him. It was a video call. He responded with video and a new window opened showing an empty room. Or, more accurately, a ceiling.

“Claire?” he said.

Nothing.

“Hey, Claire. Are you there?”

Reginald was suddenly seized by a certainty: Claire hadn’t called at all. Soon he’d see a vampire’s face fill the screen, his lips wet with blood. The vampire would smile, happy to have gotten a hit while scrolling through Claire’s Skype contacts to gloat. And then the vampire would pick up the laptop and angle it toward Claire’s dismembered corpse, her room covered in blood, and…

“Hey,” said a small voice.

“Claire?” Reginald’s breath caught in his throat. It felt like he’d been saved from a firing line. He hadn’t realized how worried he was, and how worried he’d been ever since that night that Victoria had almost been killed, when Claire had disappeared from his life.

“Yeah.”

“I can only see your ceiling.”

“I know. I…”

“Are you okay?” A new certainty was blooming in Reginald’s mind: she’d been attacked and disfigured. She was breaking him in to the idea slowly. Next he’d see her, but she’d be wearing a pillowcase over her head with eyeholes cut through it so that he couldn’t see the slash marks that had been made by teeth or fangs.

“What?” An irritated, exasperated noise. “No, seriously, what the hey, Reginald. I’m just… “ She sighed. “Fine.”

The screen tilted and he saw Claire’s face. And it was indeed disfigured.

“I couldn’t figure out how to turn off the video to call and I didn’t want to… ugh.” She touched the huge pimple that was directly in the middle of her forehead like a hindu dot. It was one of the huge ones that started deep and would hurt to touch.

Reginald almost chuckled, but held it in. This was all very fragile.

“Aren’t you a little young for zits?” he said.

Claire shrugged. “I’m a little young for a lot of things, but…” She trailed off, giving a What can you do? shrug. Reginald sensed there was more behind it, but he didn’t pry.

“It’s good to hear from you,” he said.

Claire shrugged again.

“I’ve been worried.”

“I can take care of myself.”

She always had, but she shouldn’t have had to. It was unfair that just as she was getting her mother back, her mother was incapacitated by vampires. Claire would never admit it, but that was clearly the reason she’d spent three months being angry and refusing to talk to anyone with fangs, regardless of their intention: she’d finally let her guard down and had dared to hope… and just look at what had happened.

“I guess you can,” said Reginald.

Claire said nothing, looking everywhere but at the screen or her webcam. It was as if she’d been forced to call and didn’t want to. But nobody else was in the room, and even at eleven, Claire had never seemed big on doing what anyone told her to.

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