The Victorian Vampire by Nick James

Author:Nick James [James, Nick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2019-11-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

My bed called, so I placed the photos of my wife, friends and lovers in the room. The smiling Annabel, Suzie the elder swinging that sword about the shop, and then her granddaughter the drunk-looking Suzie when we played dress-up and she wore a wedding dress, and the small photo of Veronica who I lost on that damned day. I wished them goodnight and hoped for happy dreams.

Unfortunately, it didn’t happen because the doorman called up saying I had a delivery. At least I would have a change of clothes tonight. The suits I bought would be collected by a local dry cleaner to get rid of the new smell, and the rest I threw into the machine to wash while I went back to bed.

After waking with a rumble of my stomach, I decided to stretch the old muscles by doing fifty push-ups – well, five, then I got bored and grabbed a bowl of cereal to try to fill the void. But, as expected, it didn’t do much. The sun was dropping over the skyline, so I headed out onto the balcony in just a pair of boxers and a T-shirt while eating my Frosties. ‘They’re Greaaaatttttt!’

My eyes roamed the building and then stilled. Once again, the office girl across the way was looking at me laughing while shaking her head. She hugged herself and rubbed her arms as though demonstrating she was cold. That made me laugh and shake my head as I continued to eat my cereal. The woman was still laughing when she gave me the broken in the head sign before walking off, this time with a wave, but the image of her tight black dress stayed with me all evening.

I headed out as the night reclaimed the world of light. Jasper was on duty but dealing with an old couple, so we just nodded. I tried to mime a chicken and eating, which nearly made the poor man break down, but he caught on and nodded. Well, there was my shopping list for the night.

After a bit of fact-finding, a kind cabbie warned me not to go on my own to the Bronx part of town. And with a smile on my face I answered him, ‘To the Bronx, good sir. I wish for adventure.’ I announced this request in my best Victorian voice, but not my usual one, something from the books of Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle. He just gave me a bat-shit crazy look and we drove off into the night.

The cabbie dropped me off at an Irish bar on Amsterdam Avenue to have a few drinks before I headed off hunting for those who would not be missed. It was a nice atmosphere and they didn’t seem to hold any grudges against the Brits, and I didn’t blame them for the loss of my friend Adrian. Think with your head and not your cock; that was something he paid the ultimate price for. But then again, there was a blonde at the bar who seemed to be giving the smaller of my two brains pause for thought.

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