You Suck: A Love Story

mouth, painful pressure, and more crackling. He felt something give and two sharp points poking his lower lip. He pushed back from the cat and grinned at Jody, who yelped and jumped back a step.
    “Fangth,” Tommy said.
    “Yes, I can see that,” Jody said.
    “Why’d you jump? Do they look thupid?”
    “You startled me, is all,” Jody said, looking away from him like he was an arc welder or a total eclipse and full eye contact might blind her. She waved him on. “Go, go, go. Be careful. Not too hard.”
    “Right,” Tommy said. He grinned again and she shied away.
    Tommy turned back, braced the cat, who seemed much less freaked by this process than the two vampires in the room, and bit.
    “Thuppt, thuppt, ack!” Tommy stood up and started brushing at his tongue to remove cat hair. “Yuck!”
    “Hold still,” Jody said, going to him and brushing the loose, damp cat hair away from his face. She went to the kitchen counter and came back with a glass of water and a paper towel, which she used to wipe at Tommy’s tongue. “Just use the water to rinse. Don’t swallow it. You won’t be able to keep it down.”
    “I’m not going to thwollow it, my mouf is full of cat hair.”
    Once he had rinsed, Jody picked the last of the hairs from his mouth, and in doing so, she pricked one of her fingers on Tommy’s right fang.
    “Ouch.” She pulled her finger away and put it in her mouth.
    “Oh, jeez,” Tommy said. He pulled her finger out of her mouth and put it in his. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned through his nose.
    “Oh, I don’t think so,” Jody said. She grabbed his hand and bit into his forearm, attaching herself to him like a remora to a shark.
    Tommy growled, flipped her around, and threw her facedown on the futon, his arm still in her mouth.
    She flipped her hair to the side and he sank his teeth into her neck. She screamed, but the shriek was muted, bubbling out on Tommy’s bloody forearm. Chet, the huge cat, hissed and bolted across the room, through the bedroom door, to wedge himself under the bed, as the sounds of straining leather, tearing denim, and screaming predators filled the loft.
    The irony, that it sounded like a huge catfight, was completely lost on the huge cat.

4 – Red and White and Dead All
    Over
    Kapoc stuffing and chicken feathers lay in great, fluffy drifts across the room, along with the shreds of their clothing, the futon cover, pieces of a fuzzy, Muppet-skin rug, and the crushed remains of a couple of cheap-ass Pier 1 paper lanterns.Sparks crackled from the bare wires over the breakfast bar, where the pendulum light fixtures used to hang. The loft looked as if someone had thrown a hand grenade into the middle of a teddy-bear orgy and the only survivors had had their fur blown off.
    “Well, that was different,” Jody said, still a little breathless. She was lying across the coffee table, looking out the window at a streetlight from an upside-down angle, naked except for one sleeve of her red leather jacket. She was smeared with blood from head to toe, and even as Tommy watched, the scratches and fang marks on her skin were healing over.
    “If I’d known,” Tommy said, panting, “I’d have grown a foreskin a long time ago.” He lay across the room where she had thrown him, sprawled on a pile of books and kindling that had once been a bookshelf, also smeared with blood and covered in scratches-wearing only a sock.
    As he pulled a pencil-sized splinter of bookcase out of his thigh, Tommy thought that he might have been a little hasty about yelling at Jody for turning him into a vampire. Although he couldn’t really remember much of it, he was pretty sure he’d just had the most amazing sex ever. Apparently what he had read about vampire sex being all about drinking the blood and nothing else-it was just another myth like the changing into a bat and the inability to cross running water.
    “Did you know that was going to happen?” Tommy asked.
    “I had no idea,” Jody said, still on the coffee table, and looking more to Tommy every minute like a murder victim, except that she was talking, and smiling. “I was going to make you buy me dinner and take me to a movie first.”
    Tommy chucked the bloody bookcase splinter at her. “I don’t mean did you know we were going to do it, I mean did you know that it was going to be like that?”
    “How would I know that?”
    “I thought maybe the night you spent with the old vampire…”
    Jody sat up.