Right. Just thinking about it made his insides crawl.
He was on his knees beside the coffin again, staring at the withered corpse. Feeling fear and disgust.
He wanted to forget he ever saw the thing, not spend the next few months dwelling on it.
Wouldmake a good story, though.
A blond corpse under the hotel stairs, he wrote. A stake in its chest. Found by some people exploring a ghost town. Could tell it just the way it happened. Fun and games.
He wrinkled his nose.
But they dont run off, scared shitless, like we did. Maybe some of them do. But one is fascinated. Is this a vampire, or isnt it? A character like Pete, but a little crazier. He hasto know. So he pulls the stake. Right in front of his eyes, the thing comes back to life. Changes from a hideous brown cadaver (use Barbaras line about looking like salami?) into a gorgeous young woman. A gorgeous, naked young woman. Pete character is enthralled. And turned on. He wants her. But she has a different idea, and bites his neck.
They dont come out, and dont come out. The others get worried, go back into the hotel to see whats keeping the guy. Nobody under the stairs. The coffin is empty.
Little problem, bud. Vampires dont screw around in the daytime. So how come our merry band is exploring a ghost town after dark?
Easy. Theyre driving through town, on the way home from an outing in the desert, and the van breaks down. Flat tire, or something.
Ah, he thought, the old car-breaking-down-in-just-the-worst-possible-place gag.
It could work, though.
And it had a nice bonus: that wasnt the way things happened yesterday.
Make it different enough from the truth, he typed, and maybe you can handle it.
How about taking One Big Step, and changing whats under the stairs? Not a dead gal with a stake in her chest, but a... a what? (A crate with a monster in it? Been done.) Could be anything. The body of a creature from outer space? A troll? Have open spaces between the stairs, and it reaches through and drags people in by the feet. Gobbles em up. He he he.
Chicken.
Whats wrong with the way it really was?
Yuck. Horrors supposed to be fun.
But theres a real story there. Who is she? Who put the stake in her chest? Was the lock (brand new) put on the hotel doors by the same person who hid her under the stairs? Best of all, what happens if you pull the stake?
Lies there. Dead meat.
But what if life flows into her? Her dry, crusty skin becomes smooth and youthful. Her flat breasts swell into gorgeous mounds. Her sunken face fills out. She is beautifiil beyond your wildest imagination. She is breathtaking. (And bloodtaking.)
She doesnt bite your neck, after all.
Thats because shes grateful to you for freeing her to live again. Feels so indebted that shell do anything for you. Youre her master, and she will do your bidding. In effect, you have this gorgeous thing as your slave.
Real possibilities.
Nine
Lane shoved her books onto the locker shelf, took out her lunch bag and shut the metal door. As she gave the combination lock a twirl, an arm slipped around her stomach, a mouth pressed the side of her neck. She cringed as chills scurried up her skin.
Stop it, she said, whirling around.
Couldnt help myself, Jim said.
Lane looked past him. The hallway was crowded. Kids were wandering by, talking and laughing. Those who werent with friends all seemed to be in a great hurry. Lockers slammed. Teachers stood near their classroom doorways, on the lookout for trouble. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to Lane and Jim.
Did you miss me? Jim asked.
I survived.
Uh-oh. Am I in trouble?
I dont much care to be grabbed in public. How many times do I have to tell you that?
Oooh, touchy. Are we on the rag?
Lane felt heat rush to her face. Real nice, she muttered. Who died and made you king of the jerks?
He smiled, but there was no humor in his eyes. I was just kidding. Cant you take a joke?
Obviously not.
He dropped the smile. I dont need this.
Good. Adios.
Scowling, he muttered something Lane couldnt hear, turned away and joined the flow of the hallway crowd. He walked about twenty feet, then glanced over his shoulder as if he expected Lane to come rushing after him.
She gave him a glare.
He smirked as if to say, Your loss, bitch, then continued down the hall.
Creep, she thought.
On the rag. What a shitty thing to say.
She leaned back against her locker and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She felt hot with embarrassment and anger. Her heart thudded. She was trembling.
Who needs him, anyhow? she told herself.
I waspretty rough on him, she thought as she started down the hallway. It wasnt as if he did anything all that awful. Just kissed my neck, really. No big crime. But he shouldnt have done it right in front of everyone. He knows how I feel about that kind of thing.
Even if I did give him a hard time, it was no reason to make a crude remark like that.
She hadmissed him. All weekend shed looked forward to seeing him again.
She suddenly felt cheated and sad. Her new outfit made it worse. Like getting all dressed up for a party and being left at home.
Why did he have to act like that?
He can be such a jerk sometimes.
Whenever he didnt get his way, Lane got to see his snotty side. Afterward, though, he was usually quick to apologize, and he could be so sweet that she found it difficult to hold onto her anger.
She supposed the same thing would happen this time.
One of these days, she told herself, hell go too far and thatll be the end of it.
Maybe he just did.
But the thought of breaking up with Jim made her feel empty and alone. He was the only real boyfriend shed had since starting at Buford High ever, for that matter. Theyd shared so much. He might act like a creep sometimes, but nobodys perfect.
Youre just too chicken to dump him, she thought.
In no time at all everyone in school would know they had split up. When that happened, she would be fair game. Shed either have to become a hermit or risk going out with virtual strangers and some of them were bound to be creeps.
At least you know you can handle Jim.
True love, she thought. I must be out of my gourd. You dont keep going with a guy forever just because hes okay and youre afraid you might do worse.
When he tries to make up this time, I should just tell him to drop dead.
On the rag. A, Im not. B, screw him anyway.
In the cafeteria she spotted Jim at one of the long lunch tables, surrounded by his jock friends. Betty and Henry were at a corner table, sitting across from each other at its far end, several empty chairs between them and the rowdy clique of girls occupying the other end.
After buying a Pepsi at the drinks only window, she went to join them. Mind if I sit here? she asked.
Okay with me, Henry said. Just dont embarrass us by sticking a straw up your nostril.
The hell with that. Howll I drink my pop?
Take a load off, Betty said.
She pulled out the metal folding chair and sat down beside Henry.
So how come youre not eating with Jim Dandy? he asked. Did your taste buds finally rebel at the prospect?
Something like that. We had a little problem.
Betty, about to take a bite, frowned and set her sandwich down. Are you all right?
Lane realized she suddenly had a lump in her throat. She didnt trust herself to speak, so she nodded.
The dirt bag, Betty said.
Want me to kick his butt? Henry asked.
Youd need the Seventh Cavalry, Betty told him. And they already bought it at the Little Big Horn.