Living Dead in Dallas

Then itsmoothed out and she beamed at her husband. “Wasn’t an Ayres the lawyer representing the vampires in University Park?”
    “So he was,” Steve said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his long legs. He waved to someone passing by in the corridor and wrapped his laced fingers around his knee. “Well, it’s very interesting that you’re paying us a call, Hugo. Can we hope that you’ve seen the other side of the vampire question?” Satisfaction rolled off Steve Newlin like scent off a skunk.
    “It’s appropriate that you should put it that way—” Hugo began, but Steve’s voice just kept rolling on:
    “The bloodsucking side, the dark side of vampire existence? Have you found that they want to kill us all, dominate us with their foul ways and empty promises?”
    I knew my eyes were as round as plates. Sarah was nodding thoughtfully, still looking as sweet and bland as a vanilla pudding. Polly looked as if she were having some really grim kind of orgasm. Steve said—and he was still smiling—“You know, eternal life on this earth may sound good, but you’ll lose your soul and eventually, when we catch up with you—maybe not me, of course, maybe my son, or eventually my granddaughter—we’ll stake you and burn you and then you’ll be in true hell. And it won’t be any the better for having been put off. God has a special corner for vampires who’ve used up humans like toilet tissue and then flushed . . .”
    Well, ick. This was going downhill in a hurry. And what I was getting off of Steve was just this endless, gloating satisfaction, along with a heavy dash of cleverness. Nothing concrete or informative.
    “Excuse me, Steve,” said a deep voice. I swiveled in my chair to see a handsome black-haired man with a crewcut and a bodybuilder’s muscles. He smiled at all of us in the room with the same goodwill they were all showing. It had impressed me earlier. Now, I thought itwas just creepy. “Our guest is asking for you.”
    “Really? I’ll be there in a minute.”
    “I wish you would come now. I’m sure your guests wouldn’t mind waiting?” Black Crewcut glanced at us appealingly. Hugo was thinking of some deep place, a flash of thought which seemed very peculiar to me.
    “Gabe, I’ll be there when I’ve finished with our visitors,” Steve said very firmly.
    “Well, Steve . . .” Gabe wasn’t willing to give up that easily, but he got a flash from Steve’s eyes and Steve sat up and uncrossed his legs, and Gabe got the message. He shot Steve a look that was anything but worshipful, but he left.
    That exchange was promising. I wondered if Farrell was behind some locked door, and I could picture myself returning to the Dallas nest, telling Stan exactly where his nest brother was trapped. And then . . .
    Uh-oh. And then Stan would come and attack the Fellowship of the Sun and kill all the members and free Farrell, and then . . .
    Oh dear.
     
    “ W E JUST WANTED to know if you have some upcoming events we can attend, something that’ll give us an idea of the scope of the programs here.” Hugo’s voice sounded mildly inquiring, nothing more. “Since Miss Blythe is here, maybe she can answer that.”
    I noticed Polly Blythe glanced at Steve before she spoke, and I noticed that his face remained shuttered. Polly Blythe was very pleased to be asked to give information, and she was very pleased about Hugo and me being there at the Fellowship.
    “We do have some upcoming events,” the gray-haired woman said. “Tonight, we’re having a special lock-in, and following that, we have a Sunday dawn ritual.”
    “That sounds interesting,” I said. “Literally, at dawn?”
    “Oh, yes, exactly. We call the weather service and everything,” Sarah said, laughing.
    Steve said, “You’ll never forget one of our dawn services. It’s inspiring beyond belief.”
    “What kind of—well, what happens?” Hugo asked.
    “You’ll see the evidence of God’s power right before you,” Steve said, smiling.
    That sounded really, really ominous. “Oh, Hugo,” I said. “Doesn’t that sound exciting?”
    “It sure does. What time does the lock-in start?”
    “At six-thirty. We want our members to get here before they rise.”
    For a second I envisioned a tray of rolls set in some warm place. Then I realized Steve meant he wanted members to get here before the vampires rose for the night.
    “But what about when your congregation goes home?” I could not refrain from