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"Man it feels good to be back home!" Joey yelled into the night as he drove from the NYC International Airport. He inhaled deeply and briefly closed his eyes until the light turned green and he drove on. It was roughly 1:30 in the morning on a Saturday. "Mmmm... The smell of New York." He could smell the day's first breads and pretzels baking as he drove around town. The cool August air whipping his face felt great as he drove through the whispy billows of steam from the city's grates and gutters. *Well hello Jagger! What a surprise to see you here! Welcome back to town. I have missed you so.* The voice was chillingly icy. And it carried not the slightest indication of surprise or welcome, but was thick wth smug amusement. Joey recognized it in an instant. And what warm blood he had left in his veins ran cold. He forced a smile to his face and looked over at the vampire seated next to him. "Seiinen. (S/eye-en-in) How are you?" *Ugh. Jagger, you sicken me. Why must you insist on using your mouth for anything except feeding?* "Because I enjoy it. And because it sickens you. You're very funny when you're grossed-out." Well you havent changed much- except about the middle... Doesnt all that jumping around like a monkey trim you down any? "Very funny. Actually it could if I let it. But I like to be fat. It keeps me insulated and warm." *You're disgusting. If I didnt know better I might say you'd like to be human again. They're the only creatures with that kind of mentality. Enormously imperfect and perfectly satisfied with it. You would think they were proud of it or something!* "Oh, Seiinen, please. Dont get all riled up over humans. If they were as perfect as you, would you have the want to kill them for supper? No. You wouldnt, because that would be like cannibalism. They are supposed to be lower creatures. That's why we eat them. The same way they eat cows and chickens and other animals lower than them." Seiinen seemed to get Joey's point because he sat thoughtfully for a while before speaking again. *I saw your movie. The one you were in with that blonde human you work with.-* "Lance." *I dont care. Anyway, you played a rather convincing human. It gave me chills.* *Because... Seeing you, Jagger, one of the sexiest vampires I know as that nausiating, loathesome charachter Rod... It was a frighteningly real peformance. You havent changed too much since the last time I saw you, have you, Jagger?* "Well, not like that. It was just a movie. A charachter. I did add some of myself to the charachter but it was some of Joey, not Jagger." *Don't use that name near me, Jagger. It reminds me of how I found you and that will turn my stomach. You were so pathetic.* Joey thought about the last thing of his pre-vampire life he could remember... He was walking home from Universal Studios after a very long night. It was about three in the morning by the time he'd halfway hoofed it home. He lived five miles from Universal, way too far for most people to walk, especially after a long day on their feet, but he didnt have a choice. It was either walk or spend the night at universal and bum a ride in the morning. Looking the way he did he doubted he'd get a ride, and then he'd have to walk five miles in the Floridian sun and heat. His crappy old faded blue and rust Mustang ("Damned shitty Ford company!") had gone dead on him in the parking lot of Universal and he didnt have anyone he knew very well to give him a ride... Well there was that Chris Fitzpatrick ("...or something like that.") guy he vaguely knew, but his shows always ended when the sun went down. Joey's unfortunately did not. The last Review show ended at about 12:37 am. So there he was walking in downtown Orlando at three in the morning, his legs tired and still wearing his Review costume and most of the makeup (What hadnt melted away from sweat). They'd cast him as Dracula this time, instead of his usual Wolfman, so his face was pasty whiteish grey and he had smeared red lips. He hadnt even bothered to take out the fake fangs, even though they were hurting his gums. He'd grunted again thinking about how he'd liked to have tried to grow a moustache and beard, but the Greg, the Review show manager, disallowed it because Dracula didnt have a moustache or beard. He'd kicked a rock an muttered to himself. "Damned job doesnt pay enough. I should just grow a beard and moustache despite Greg! Insufferable bastard. Heh, they'd either fire me or permanently cast me as wolfman... A moustache and beard would save some time on gluing on all that fur. And better than cacking on all this grey makeup. Damned vampire shit! I HATE being this stupid vampire!! Dracula doesnt even look like a vampire! Vampires are ugly and look like wrinkly old brown bats. Everybody knows that!" Growled Joey, kicking a rock. He'd watched it roll and bump off until it was stopped by hitting a shoe. "You don't really believe that, do you?" Said a voice from the man who'd stepped out of the shadow. "Sorry about that. I didnt know anyone was there. Believe what?" "That Vampires are ugly and look like wrinkly old brown bats." Joey'd shaken his head to clear his ears. He must've been tired. He could've sworn he'd heard his own voice coming out of the guy's mouth. "Uh, well... Yeah." Joey'd replied, and had tried to step aside and move around the man. "Really. That's intriguing. But you're wrong. Vampires aren't ugly or wrinkly or brown." Said the man, who had moved to block his path. "Well, that's nice." Said Joey, trying to pass him again, and once again the vampire got in his way. Joey was doggedly tired and didnt have the patience for some annoying idiot and monster talk. "Look, dude, I don't care what vampires 'really' look like."He said, in a mocking tone. "All I know is I'm fucking tired Now move the fuck out of my way! I need to get home you crazy motherfucker!" He said and moved foreward to pass. *Oh, Am I in your way? So sorry. But you should learn some manners. It's not polite to yell at potentially lethal strangers* Said a voice as cold as ice. Joey stopped, confused. He was sure the voice was coming from right inside his head. And the man was gone. He looked around, confused and a bit frightened. All of a sudden he felt a large and heavy weight land on his back, and everything went black. The last thing he remembered of his mortal life was bitch blackness and screams. His own loud, terrified screams. |
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