Bloodsucking fiends: a love story

and started to follow him. The vampire caught her arm and wheeled her around.
    "Don't," he said.
    Jody caught his wrist and began to squeeze. A human arm would have been reduced to mush. The vampire grinned. Jody locked eyes with him. "Let go."
    "Sit," he said.
    "Murderer."
    The vampire threw his head back and laughed. The bartender, a burly jock type, looked up, then looked away. Just another loud drunk.
    "I can take you," Jody said, not really believing it. She wanted to break loose and run.
    The vampire, still smiling, said, "It would make an interesting news story, wouldn't it? 'Pale Couple Destroys Club in Domestic Disagreement.' Shall we?"
    Jody let go of his wrist but stayed locked on his eyes. They were black, showing no iris. "What do you want?"
    The vampire broke the stare and shook his head. "Little fledgling, I want your company, of course. Now sit."
    Jody climbed back onto the stool and stared into the glass before her.
    "That's better. It's almost over, you know. I didn't think you would last this long, but alas, it must come to an end. The game has become a bit too public. You have to break from the cattle now. They don't understand you. You are not one of them anymore. You are their enemy. You know it, don't you? You've known it since your first kill. Even your little pet knows it."
    Jody started to shake. "How did you get into the loft to get Tommy's book?"
    The vampire grinned again. "One develops certain talents over time. You're still young, you wouldn't understand."
    Part of Jody wanted to slam her fist into his face and run, yet another part wanted answers to all the questions that had been running through her mind since the night she was changed.
    "Why me? Why did you do this to me?"
    The vampire stood up and patted her on the shoulder. "It's almost over. The sadness of having a pet is that they always die on you. At the end of the night, you are alone. You'll know that feeling very soon. Drink up." He turned and walked away.
    Jody watched him leave, relieved that he was gone, but at the same time disappointed. There were so many questions.
    She picked up the glass, smelled the liquid, and nearly gagged.
    The bartender snickered. "I never had an order for a double of straight grenadine before. Can I get you something else?"
    "No, I've got to go catch him."
    She picked up her paper, got up, ran up the steps and out of the club. She found that if she stayed on the balls of her feet, she could actually run in the high-heeled pumps. Chalk one up for vampire strength, she thought.
    She grabbed the doorman by the shoulder and swung him around. "Did you see a thin, pale guy in black just leave?"
    "That way." The doorman pointed east on Geary. "He was walking."
    "Thanks," Jody tossed over her shoulder as she took to the sidewalk, waiting to break into a run until she was out of sight from the club. She ran a block before taking off the pumps and carrying them. The street was empty; only the buzz of wires and the soft padding of her feet on the sidewalk broke the silence.
    She'd run ten blocks when she spotted him, a block away, leaning against a lamppost.
    He turned and looked at her as she pulled up.
    "So, fledgling, what are you going to do when you catch me?" he asked in a soft voice, knowing she would hear. "Kill me? Break off a signpost and drive it though my heart? Rip my head from my shoulders and play puppet with it while my body flops around on the sidewalk?" The vampire pantomimed flopping, rolled his eyes, and grinned.
    Jody said nothing. She didn't know what she was going to do. She hadn't thought about it. "No," she said. "How can I stop you from killing Tommy?"
    "They always betray you, you know. It's in their nature."
    "What if I leave? Don't tell him where I'm going?"
    "He knows we exist. We have to hide, fledgling. Always. Completely."
    Jody felt strangely calm. Perhaps it was hearing the "we." Maybe it was talking in a normal voice to someone a block away. Whatever it was, she wasn't afraid, not for herself, anyway. She said, "If we have to hide, why all the killings?"
    The vampire laughed again. "Did you ever have a cat bring you a bird it had killed?"
    "Why?"
    "Presents, fledgling. Now if you are going to kill me, please do. If not, go play with your pet while you can."
    He turned and walked away.
    "Wait!" Jody called. "Did you pull me through the basement window?"
    "No," the vampire said without looking back. "I am not interested in saving you. And if you follow me, you will find