The Vampire Cabbie by Fred Schepartz

Author:Fred Schepartz
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-10-27T00:35:54+00:00

Chapter 10

The Responsibility of Dishonor

Gliding, almost as if dematerializing then rematerializing, Nicole suddenly gripped the doorknob.

A shout belched from my throat. I leaped across the room, knocked Nicole to the floor, just as the door flew open.

A white-hot dagger seared through my chest cavity. The room swirled before my eyes momentarily before coming into focus. Frank stood above me, a burlap sack slung over one shoulder, corneas a spider web lattice-work of crimson, pupils dilated, breath hot and fetid, heart pounding like the hammer blows struck by a yeoman blacksmith. He dropped the sack and reached downward toward the stake protruding from my chest, which pierced flesh, but had been stopped mercifully by sturdy breast bone.

I scurried out of the range of his grasp. Nicole jumped to her feet and gave Frank a shove. Staggered only slightly, he steadied and threw a punch, connecting loudly with her jaw, more a slap then a crack.

Nicole landed hard on the floor.

Frank laughed loudly, then grabbed the sack, held it upside down and let the contents fall. It was the black boy who had ridden in my cab a mere few days previous. He was stripped of his clothes, stripped of his life, his flesh more gray than chocolate, face bruised, abrasions and contusions livid on his chest, stomach and legs, one arm bent at a cockeyed angle. Crusts of dried blood delineated a pair of puncture marks on his neck.

Rising to my knees, I tore the stake from my chest. Jagged shards of pain ripped through my being, quickly replaced by a sharp tingling as tissue knitted itself back together.

In the momentary haziness, as my body repaired itself, Frank kicked hard at the wound. An angry red wave washed over me. I toppled to the floor, then rolled over to see Frank grabbing Nicole under both arms, effortlessly lifting her in the air, then flinging her toward the boy. His strength was unfathomable, surely augmented by adrenalin and madness.

“Look at that!” he shouted, as he moved to her side, bits of spittle splattering her face. He pointed at the boy. “Look at that! I warned you. All of you! He’s a monster, but you wouldn’t believe me and now look what he’s done!”

Nicole’s face twisted into a dark scowl as she kicked him in the groin. I jumped to my feet, pulled him away from Nicole and backhanded him across the face, sending him sprawling across the apartment.

“You’re the monster,” she yelled. “Al’s been with me all night.” Frank’s mad, grinning countenance remained unchanged. I stepped between him and Nicole. He pointed an accusing finger at the boy.

“I showed them,” he said. “Showed them all just what kind of bloodsucking monster you are.”

“You killed him!” I shouted. “It was you . You killed him. You took his blood. His blood! What have you done with his blood?”

Frank laughed, then reached for a rucksack that lay next to the empty sack. He lifted a large jar full of blood from the rucksack. “Oh,

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