Violets Are Blue
free-spirited, just like they were. Most important, they were right on schedule.
They had arrived in Savannah, Georgia. William drove the van along Oglethorpe Street and stopped at the famous Colonial Park Cemetery. Then he went on to Abercorn. Then along Perry Street, passing Chippewa and Orleans Squares. He told Michael, lectured to him, “Savannah is built on its dead. A whole lot of this port city is built on the graveyards.” Also that Savannah had been spared in the Civil War and now was one of the best-preserved Southern cities.
William liked this beautiful city very much and was pleased that they had to take a victim in Savannah. It would be a pleasure to feed here, and to fulfill their mission. He lost track of the street names as he took in the sights of the historic district. Magnificent Federal-period town houses, nineteenth-century churches, fancy ironwork with scrolls and Greek motifs, flowers everywhere. He admired the famous old houses: Green-Meldrim, Hamilton-Turner, Joe Odom’s first house.
“It’s beautiful and elegant,” he told his brother. “I could live here. You think we should settle down one day? Would you like that?”
“I’m famished. Let’s settle down soon,” Michael replied with a laugh. “Let’s settle down and feast on the finest that Savannah has to offer.”
William finally parked the van on a street called West Bay, and he and his brother got out and stretched their arms and legs.
Two young girls in Savannah College of Art and Design T-shirts and blue-jean cutoffs came strolling up to the van. They had long, shapely legs, butterscotch tans, and seemed not to have a care in the world.
“Can we give blood here?” the smaller of the girls asked with a conquering smile. She looked to be around sixteen or seventeen. She had lip studs and wild cherry Jell-O–dyed hair.
“Aren’t you the dainty morsel?” said Michael as he locked eyes with the girl.
“I’m a lot of things,” she said, and looked over at her friend, “but dainty sure isn’t one of ’em. Don’t you agree, Carla?” The other girl nodded and rolled her green eyes.
William looked the girls over and thought they could do better in Savannah. These two tramps weren’t worthy of him and Michael.
“We’re closed for business right now. Sorry.” He was polite and smiled graciously, even seductively. “Maybe a little later, ladies. Why don’t you two come back tonight? How about that?”
The short girl snapped, “You don’t have to get an attitude. We were just making conversation.”
William lazily ran his hand back through his long blond hair. He continued to smile. “Oh, I know that. So was I. Who could blame me for chatting up two beautiful girls like yourselves? Like I said, maybe we’ll see you later tonight. Of course we’ll take your blood for the cause.”
William and Michael decided to take a stroll toward the Savannah River and an area called Riverfront Plaza. They barely noticed the freighters and tugs on the water, or the gaily festooned paddleboat, the
Savannah River Queen
, or even the “Waving Girl” statue, towering and bronze, a young woman waving a sad farewell to departing sailors. They preferred to check out the men and women walking through the plaza. They were looking for prey, even though they knew it would be dangerous to strike here in broad daylight. A flea market was in progress, and the various local artists had drawn a respectable crowd—a few soldiers, but mostly women, some of them very attractive.
“I do want to take someone. Maybe right here in this oh-so-fucking-pretty river park,” William finally said.
“He’d do nicely,” Michael said, as he pointed out a slender male in a black T-shirt and blue-jean cutoffs.
“Or maybe just a snack. How about that delectable two year old in the sandbox there? Yum. Much better than that sickly sugar sweetness I smell everywhere.”
William enjoyed his brother’s humor. “That’s pralines you smell. The barbecue is supposed to be especially good here too. Very spicy,” he said.
“I don’t want any stringy pork or beef.” Michael wrinkled his nose.
“Well,” William finally began to relent, “maybe we could have a quick bite. What do you see that you like? You can have anything you want.”
Michael pointed out his choice.
“Perfect,” whispered William.
Chapter 46
THIS WAS bad. There had been another grisly vampire-style murder — in Savannah. Kyle and I rushed down to Georgia in a
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