I Thought My Uncle Was A Vampire, But He Was Just A Creep by Richard Cassone

Author:Richard Cassone
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: lawyers, vampires, russians, satire, faerie queen, woody allen, new york, comedy, uncles, spencer
Publisher: Richard Cassone

Chapter 7

Lucille was a bedhog. As appealing as she was during her waking hours, once asleep it did not take long before she metamorphosed into a truly disgusting person, barely human, with sweat-stained skin and hair that tentacle-like reached out and affixed itself to whatever it could find. She rolled and rocked and kicked and punched too, forcing Nicolai to seek refuge in the far corner of his bed near the wall. He didn’t have to (per his previous concerns) worry about her stealing the covers though, those she immediately kicked offof her and the bedand each time he pulled them back up: down again they would go; so he was cold as well. And tired, but under these conditions it was impossible to sleep.

He got up and sat by the kitchen window, smoked a cigarette, and looked for a moment at Mina’s window, which was dark. It is funny, he thought, that now I look back on those days of watching and waiting and creeping with a sort of nostalgia, when I remember that the plain fact of the matter is that they were, to understate the matter, very trying. In any case, he could barely remember the details of the business, only that warm afterglow of was remained with him; and a nice warm heat it was too, that was, and it always was, whether was was good or was was bad, no judgment in it at all, and that warmth was good for him now, because it was a cold night. Come to think of it, he thought, why is it so damn cold in here? Heat must be out again; he touched one of the pipes which spanned the room from floor to ceiling, but it did not confirm his assumption, for the pipe was hot. What then? He looked around, briefly his eyes fell on Lucille, disgusting. He thought of waking her up to see if beauty would rush back into her with consciousness, but chose not to: I don’t feel like listening to her talk right now; he’d had enough of that before and heard possibly some of the dumber things ever said come out of her pretty little head, besides he’d found the cause of the cold: the window was open, top half slid down. One of them, Jack or the girl, must have opened it in the fire. Nicolai climbed onto the chair and looked out. He spun his cigarette off of his thumb with the nail of his second finger (right hand) and watched the trail of light that it etched in the sky. He heard it ping off of something in the darkness below and he closed the window.

Oh Rooka, so is it murder then? Did the Boogie (no, it was Bogey, I think) slip into your castle and eat you while you slept, during the day no doubt? He imagined Rooka waking up, legs half submerged in a large hairy beast with no arms and red puffy fur. Ptewy, the beast would say, pickings have gotten mighty slim around here.

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