The vampire morgue sign on his door was a joke. Now I’m trapped inside, wanting death not an eternity unable to move or speak. My mind is a gray fog, with memories returning one by one to show how my fate was written long ago, when I played vampire slayer on the beach. More
I should never have made friends with an eternal being trying to kill himself in the freezer. It wasn’t as if he could do it, he was only trying to make time go faster. My second mistake was playing vampire slayer on the beach with him. That’s when I was doomed. He is keeping me alive in his vampire morgue, waiting for the rest of him to arrive and save me.
I woke up on the gurney inside Julie’s house. The great room was lit with glowing sticks. Zavier and his friends wore glowing necklaces. Julie, unadorned, stood on a chair next to me to pack ice over my steaming, glowing torso, to stop the alien bits searing my undead body. My dying light reflected on her skin, turning her silver and gold.
My mother threw a female vampire through Julie’s glass doors, out to the deck covering the rocks. The vampire landed lightly on her feet. Shards of tempered glass spun over her head like a peacock’s tail, stained blue and green with light from her glowing necklaces.
Zavier laughed and his sycophantic friends laughed with him, even the ones who had not seen and did not care. He led the shouting, “Fight! Fight! Fight!”
My mother disappeared under a hail of vampire bodies. They groped her more than they fought her, but she couldn’t rise from the floor, not while they mobbed her.
Quinn appeared next to me, faded, nearly out of energy. He brushed the ice off me to straighten the pink sheet covering my body.
Zavier gave a cry of triumph at the sight of him. “Dear Calista, why does no one save you?” He snarled a threat at Quinn. “Let me bite her for you.” He held my arm outstretched for his teeth to slip easily into a vein.
“Don’t be an idiot!” Julie smacked him on the chest. “Calista has enough venom in her to change half the world to vampires.” She decorated me with his glowing necklaces, as if a glowing stomach wasn’t enough. “Don’t waste time! Go ask him, Zavier, please go,” she begged. She ran to the doors to tear them off their hinges to clear the way for the gurney.
What Julie wanted to ask the time pilot would have to wait. He had not landed. Earth still existed. I was still waiting to die.
Zavier pushed the gurney out over the broken glass. The dock jutted along a rocky point, almost to the deep. A moonless night made the stars brighter. Up on the roof glowing necklaces twinkled in ever changing clusters.
Each wooden post on the dock glowed with a circle of light. Far in the distance, an eager Julie led the way. If she wanted to trade me for something useful, I didn’t mind. The only thing she’d ever wanted was to grow and have an adult body. My dying bits rejected the idea as impossible, but hope was sometimes all anyone had to live on.
A ghostly Quinn walked beside me to guard my useless body. His tuxedo held its shape only at his shoulders. It wafted with every breeze from the bay. His weakness persuaded some of Zavier’s friends to follow us. Their dark clad figures melted into the night as they climbed the rocks alongside the dock. Only their faces and teeth reflected their glowing necklaces, like beings without bodies.
A streak of light sizzled into the dark sky with a series of sonic booms. It aimed for us, getting bigger as it neared us. The entire sky lost all its stars as the time pilot neared. Night became day, so bright it hurt my undead eyes. Everyone hid their faces from it. Only Quinn turned to stare. I had no choice but to watch, while I prayed for the safety of my planet.