You Suck: A Love Story

alley and up the other wall about ten feet, then back, and up the wall fifteen feet-like a skateboarder working a half-pipe, he ran back and forth, feeling the strength and speed of what he was-feeling his confidence rise.
    I am a superior being, he thought. I am a friggin’ god!
    Then his foot went through a window and he sank up to his crotch into the building, then dangled over the alley upside down, three stories up, flailing.
    Stupid place for a window, he thought. Then he saw her.
    She was sort of tall, but dressed in a red evening gown, with athletic curves, and long red hair that had been lacquered into ringlets. She was perfect, and she was coming down the alley. It was like he’d ordered her from an old Hammer film to be the hapless victim. Sweet!
    So he was hanging upside down by one leg. That could be a tactic. He felt his fangs extending and he drooled a little, which hit her on the shoulder.
    She started a little, and that’s when he made his move. He’d always loved the scene in Dracula where Jonathan Harker sees the Count climbing, facedown, down the castle walls and thinks, Hey, something is up here. Tommy had pleaded with Jody to try it, but she never would, so this was his chance. He pulled himself out of the window, hooked his fingers between the bricks, and began his climb.
    And dropped thirty feet to the alley, landing flat on his back.
    “Ouch.”
    Upon Tommy’s impact, his intended victim had let out a very masculine scream, jumped three feet straight up, and came down sideways on her high heels. She knelt over him rubbing her ankle.
    “Cheesy Christ on a cracker, darlin’. Where did you come from?” Southern, and deep.
    “Slipped,” Tommy said. “You’re a man, huh?”
    “Well, let’s say that is a street which I have walked, to which I do not wish to return.”
    “You’re very pretty,” Tommy said.
    “Sweet of you to say.” He tossed his hair a bit. “You want I should call an ambulance?”
    “No, no. Thanks. I’ll be okay.”
    “What were you doing up there, anyway?”
    Conve niently, Tommy was still staring straight up at the sky, framed by the buildings, and he could see that she thought he’d fallen from the roof. “Listening for ‘the music of the night.’”
    “Were you watching the DVD? I heard people tried to kill themselves rather than sit through it.”
    “Something like that.”
    “Honey, just push pause. Just push pause.”
    “I’ll remember that. Thanks.”
    “You sure you don’t want me to call someone?”
    “No, no. I’ll call someone as soon as I catch my breath.” Tommy reached into his back pocket and pulled out a handful of broken plastic and wires that had once been his cell phone.
    “Okay then, y’all take care.” She stood, turned, and walked slowly out of the alley, trying not to limp.
    “Hey, miss,” Tommy called after him. “I’m not gay.”
    “’Course you aren’t, darlin’.”
    “I rule the night!”
    She waved without looking as she rounded the corner.
    “Redheads,” he growled.
    He could feel his broken ribs knitting together. It wasn’t pleasant. As soon as they were healed enough, it was back to Jared’s house to eat the rat. Move up the food chain slowly, maybe.
    A n hour later the torn and tattered vampire Flood limped up the driveway to Jared’s house. Abby and Jared were smoking in the driveway.
    “Lord Flood,” Abby said. “What are you doing here?”
    “You look like someone opened a whole six-pack of whup-ass on you,” Jared said.
    “You shut up. How did your family know I was a vampire?”
    “Well, certainly not from your wardrobe.”
    “Jared, I am all busted up, and I’m feeling hungry, and a little fragile. Now answer my question or I will go inside and murder your family, feed on their blood, step on your rat, and break your Xbox.”
    “Whoa, drama queen much?”
    “Fine,” Tommy said. He shrugged, which hurt, and headed for the kitchen door. “Find me a sack big enough for your two little sisters.”
    Jared jumped in front of him. “I told them we were playing Vampire the Masquerade and that your part was the Vampire Flood.”
    Abby nodded. “We used to play all the time before we actually became minions.”
    “It’s like Dungeons and Dragons but way cooler,” Jared said.
    “Okay.” Tommy nodded. Which hurt. There they were, two perfectly healthy donors from whom he could feed, who would be willing. And he was hurt, and he needed to feed in order to heal. Still, he