Bloodsucking fiends: a love story

some foreplay, Gilbert had sucked her big toe clean shortly after they brought her in. Foreplay, sorta.
    He considered testing her with the meat thermometer, but she was so perfect, he didn't want to mark that lovely body. He reached up under her skirt, grabbed the waistband of her panty hose, and began to work them down.
    "Black lace panties, my goodness…" He tried to remember her name, then checked her toe tag. "My goodness, Jody, how did you know I liked black lace?"
    He peeled her panty hose off, stopping to loosen the toe tag first, then ran his hands up her thighs after the lace panties.
    "And a natural redhead," Gilbert said, dropping the panties on the floor. He stepped back a moment to admire her and slip out of his lab coat. He locked the wheels on the gurney, pulled the TV dinners out from under her arms, and unzipped his pants.
    "This is going to be so good. So good." He climbed over the end of the gurney, careful to stay balanced. Nothing ruined the mood more than toppling to the linoleum and bashing your skull.
    He licked a path up the inside of her leg.
    "Tommy, that tickles," she said.
    Gilbert looked up. No, it's my imagination. He returned to his pleasure.
    "No, let me shower first," she said. She sat up.
    Gilbert pushed himself backward so violently that the gurney went up on its end, dumping Jody on the floor. Gilbert backed away from her holding his chest, his breath refusing to come, his withering willy waving in front of him.
    Jody climbed to her feet. "Who are you?"
    Gilbert couldn't talk. He couldn't breathe. It felt as if barbed wire had been looped around his heart and was being yanked by a team of horses. He backed into a rack of drawers, banging his head.
    Jody looked around. "How did I get here? Answer me."
    Gilbert gasped and fell to his knees.
    "Where's Tommy? And where the fuck are my panties?"
    Gilbert was shaking his head. He rolled on his side, took two more tortured breaths, and died.
    "Hey!" Jody said. "I need some answers here."
    Gilbert didn't answer. Jody watched the black aura of his dying fade away, leaving only the residual heat signature of his body.
    "Sorry," she said.
    She looked around: the gurney, the big file drawers of the dead, the instruments of dissection – this sure looked like the morgues in the movies. Something had gone seriously wrong while she slept.
    She checked her watch, but it was gone. The wall clock over Gilbert's body read 1 a.m.
    Why did I wake up so late? I've got to find Tommy and find out what happened.
    She picked up her panties from the floor and wiggled into them. The panty hose she left where they lay, instead looking around for her shoes. She didn't see them. She didn't see her purse anywhere either.
    Money. I'm going to need cab fare.
    She crouched by Gilbert's body and rifled through his pockets, coming up with thirty dollars and some change. Almost as an afterthought she tucked his exposed member back into his pants and zipped him up.
    "I did that for your family, not for you," she said. Then thought, I'm getting worse than Tommy, talking to dead people.
    She started toward the door, then stopped and looked at the wall of drawers. The scenario cane over her like a sudden sneeze.
    Tommy is probably in one of those drawers. The vampire killed him, and when the coroner came, they thought I was dead too. But why did he spare me? And why did it take so long to wake up? Maybe it was that med student. Maybe when I missed the meeting he told the cops when to find me. But he didn't know how to find me.
    She went though the glass doors and down the hall where she stopped at the phone and called the loft. No answer. She dialed the Marina Safeway's number.
    "Marina Safeway." She recognized Simon McQueen's drawl.
    "Simon, this is Jody. I need to talk to Tommy."
    "Who? Who did you say you were?"
    "It's Jody. Tommy's girlfriend. I need to speak to him."
    Simon was quiet for a moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was an octave lower. "You don't know where Flood is?"
    "He's not there?"
    "Nope."
    "Is he okay?"
    "In a manner of speakin', he's okay. What about you? You feelin' all right?"
    "Yes, Simon, I'm fine. Where's Tommy?"
    "Well, ain't you a wonder. You're sure you feel okay?"
    "Yes. Where's Tommy?"
    "I can't tell you over the phone. I'll come get you. Where are you?"
    "I'm not sure; just a second." Jody ran to the front door. The address was printed on the glass. She went back to the phone and gave Simon an address two blocks away.
    "Let me get