Enthralled: Paranormal Diversions (26 page)

“This has got to be the weirdest capture ever,” I said, shaking my head. “Vampires in drag . . .”

“We’re not in
drag
,” Front-seat Guy said. “We’re in
costume
.”

“Costume? It’s not Halloween.”

My stake-to-the-neck companion spoke in a whisper. “It’s for a convention.”

“That’s why we’re going to Denton,” the driver said. “You know, like in
The Rocky Horror Picture Show
? They hold a convention there every year. Besides, not every vampire wants to hurt people. Some of us just want to have fun. We’ve been defanged.”

“Open your mouth,” I instructed my captive, pinning him with a steely glare. He complied. There were four identical holes where the enlarged canine teeth should have been, two on the upper level and two on the lower level.

“Now you.” I pointed to the driver, and he showed me his holes. Front-seat Guy was next, and then a girl on the opposite side of my companion. All were clean. Just like they said, they’d been defanged. “Okay then.” I pulled my stake back and put it away. “So what exactly are you supposed to
be
?”

“Dr. Frank-N-Furter.”

“Dr. who?”

“Haven’t you ever
seen
The Rocky Horror Picture Show
?”

“No.”

Every single one of them gasped.

“Why don’t you tell me?” I suggested. “While we
get back on the road
.”

The overhead lights dimmed and everyone talked at once as we started driving again.

“It’s a story about Brad and Janet—”

“They get stuck out in a storm and have to go stay at Dr. Frank-N-Furter’s castle—”

“But he’s an alien from the planet Transylvania—”

“A sweet transvestite—”

“And he’s creating a man, Rocky. But then Rocky gets loose because Magenta—”

“—a maid—”

“And Riff Raff, a handyman, want to go back to their home planet. . . .”

“In the end Dr. Frank-N-Furter and Rocky die—”

“And the Transylvanians go back home!”

“Uh-huh,” I said. “And there’s dressing up? Like this?”

“Oh, yeah! And choreographed musical numbers.”

The vampires started singing a song about a sweet transvestite from Transsexual, Transylvania, and I considered asking them to drive me back to the cannibals. At least
they
didn’t sing.

The exit is coming soon
, I told myself over and over again.

“Hey, I’m thirsty,” Front-seat Guy said suddenly, when the never-ending song was finally done.

The vamp next to me reached behind us and pulled out a big blue cooler. Flipping open the top, he revealed a row of beer cans. “Want something?” he asked me.

“No,” I said. “Thanks.” Andy let me try his beer once, and I’d thrown up for two days straight.

“All the good stuff is at the bottom anyway,” he replied, removing the top tray to reveal a fake bottom. He lifted that up and showed me plastic bags filled with red liquid and packages of raw hamburger meat.

“
Nice
,” I said, impressed. “Regular human stuff on top in case you get pulled over?”

“Yup. The cops don’t give you a hard time if they see a cooler full of beer. A cooler full of blood, though, is harder to explain.” He reached in for a Baggie and tossed it up front. Then he pulled out a package of hamburger.

Ripping open the plastic, he pushed the meat aside and started slurping at blood left behind on the white Styrofoam tray.

“Dude, gross,” I said, trying to ignore the queasy feeling in my stomach caused by the slurping sounds. “That’s nasty.”

He paused and looked up at me. “How do you think we get our blood?”

“I thought you guys had access to blood banks or something like that.”

He snorted. “TV and movies get vampires all wrong. We don’t have inheritances or multimillion dollar fortunes to pay off the people who work at places like that. If you’re just a regular Joe like me, which is my name, coincidentally, you can’t get into a blood bank. They put your name on a list and do a bunch of background checks on you. Do you know what I was in my regular life?”

I shook my head.

“A
dental
assistant
. Seriously, why the hell would a dental assistant need to get into a blood bank? I made twelve twenty-three an hour. Not enough to start a savings account for my eternal afterlife. Hamburger meat is easier. And cheaper. No one puts your name on a list if you buy fifty pounds of it.”

“I never thought about it like that.”

“This Vampire Public Service Announcement has been brought to you by The More You Know,” Joe said. Then he went back to licking his Styrofoam. “Vampires on TV give us all an unhealthy body image stereotype too. Do you know how hard you have to work out to get a body like those actors on
True Blood
, or
The Vampire Diaries
? Try doing it when your blood vessels don’t work anymore and your muscles are slowly starting to waste away.”

Like I want to talk about all the problems a
vampire
has.
“Can someone turn on the radio?” I asked.

“I’ve got a better idea!” the girl vamp said. “‘Ninety-nine Bottles of Blood on the Wall’!”

“Ninety-nine bottles of blood on the wall,” Joe sang. “Ninety-nine bottles of blood . . .”

“Oh, God,” I muttered, “I’m stuck in a car full of vampires singing road trip songs. Somebody stake me now.”

“Take one down, pass it around . . .”

“ . . . ninety-eight bottles of blood on the waaaaaaaall!”

“Enough!” I grabbed my stake again and whipped it into the air. “The next person to sing another verse of that stupid song is going to get staked, so help me God. I don’t care if you
are
defanged, I’m going to—”

A loud pop came from outside the car, followed by a steady thumping.

The girl vampire screamed, and Joe yelled, “What was that?” as we kept bumping along. Then the driver slowed to a crawl and our thumps slowed with him. Every time the tire rotated, we heard a dull, slapping noise.

The sound of a flat tire.

“I think it’s a flat,” the driver and I both said at the same time.

“Just like Brad and Janet,” the girl vamp whispered.

The driver pulled the car onto the shoulder. I followed him outside and came around to his side. “Definitely a flat,” he said, kicking the deflated piece of rubber.

“Do you have a spare?” I asked.

“Yes, but I’ve never . . .”

I sighed, rolling up my sleeves. “Get it for me. I’ll do it.”

He went to the trunk and came back a moment later with the tire and a jack in hand. The other vampires got out of the car too.

Kneeling down, I started to jack up the car. In the background, I could hear Joe instructing the others, “No, no, you have to be in sync when you jump to the left and then step to the right. Kelly! It’s a pelvis
thrust
, not a pelvic wiggle. Like this!”

“Call me
Magenta
,” I heard her whine. “You know that.”

I couldn’t help myself. I stopped to watch.

Three vampires in fishnets and feather boas were lined up, knees pushed together, doing a dance that looked like something straight out of a bad Ke$ha video.

It was the strangest thing I’d ever seen.

So I did what any normal person would have done in the same situation. I hauled out my phone and started filming it. This baby was going viral.

When I turned back to the spare and picked it up, I knew immediately that we had a bigger problem. “Damn it.”

“Janet! I love youuuu!” came the reply.

“We have a problem,” I called to the driver. He was too busy trying to get in on the “ jump to the left and step to the right” action to pay any attention to me. He didn’t respond, and I yelled, “Hey,
you
. Driver. What’s your name?”

He turned. “Me?”

This night was only getting better. “Yes, you. Name?”

“I’m David. That’s Dickson, you already know Joe, and she’s Kelly.” He pointed at each one.

“Magenta,” Kelly hissed.

“Great. Thanks for that. I’m Jane. We have a problem, David. This spare tire won’t work. It needs air.” I looked at my phone.
No service.
“Seriously?” I shook it, but nothing changed. “I can get reception in the middle of the woods, but not on a main road?”

I turned back to David. “Do any of you have a phone? I’m not getting service.”

He looked sheepish. “We really don’t like cell phones. Can’t we just use the tire until we get to the next exit? There’s bound to be a gas station there. Someone can help us.”

“The next exit is twenty miles down the road. The tire won’t take us that far; we’ll bend the rim.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” I stood up and rolled my sleeves back down. “We’re going to have to walk to the nearest house, or at least until we have reception.”

Joe, Kelly/Magenta, and Dickson were still lined up, only now they were doing high kicks and throwing their boas around. “Guys, hey, guys!” I called.
“Guys!”
I shouted louder. “Would you stop doing those stupid dances and come join the conversation? We have a problem here.”

“But we have to
practice
,” Dickson whined. “How do you expect us to win the talent show? There’s going to be a lot of stiff competition.”

“There isn’t going to
be
any talent show or any
Ricky Hopper Show
convention if we don’t find someone with a phone, or a car. We are stuck out here. S-T-U-C-K. Do you understand?”

“It’s
Rocky
Horror
,” Dickson said, sulking.

I pulled out my stake. Just a little bit, but enough for him to get the message.

“So,” he said, quickly coming over to join the powwow David and I had going on. “Which way should we go for help?”

I scanned the woods. There was a light in the distance. “Over there.” I pointed. “There’s a light.”

“Over at the Frankenstein place?” Joe said.

“Huh?” I looked at him.

“Burning in the fireplace?” Kelly replied.

“There’s a liiiight,” they all sang.

I put up one finger and they all stopped. “New rule: no more singing. Agreed?”

Silence greeted me, but there were nods all around.

“Okay. We go that way.”

I led the way to the house and we traipsed through the dark woods. Of course,
of course
, the house was a giant monstrosity of a thing that looked like something from a horror movie. The grass in the front yard was up to our knees, with rusted vehicles littering the lawn. Vehicles that had busted-out windshields and cracked driver’s side windows.

“Nothing says ‘Hey, I’m normal’ like a car graveyard in front of your house,” I muttered. I pulled out my phone.
Still
no service.

“Should we knock?” Dickson asked. “It’s kind of . . . creepy.”

“Let’s go to the next house,” Kelly urged. “I don’t think they’re doing the Time Warp in there.”

“Seriously? A vampire is freaked out by a
house
?” I gave a disgusted shake of my head and pushed on the doorbell.

The door swung open.

No one was there, but instantly all of the vampires took a step back. Joe actually nudged me forward a bit.

“Go on,” he said. “Ask if they’ve got a phone. And while you’re at it, go see what’s on the slab.”

They all snickered, and I glared at them. “Why me? You’re the fiends from hell.”

“I resent that,” Joe replied. He pointed back at himself with both hands. “Dental assistant.”

“Fine,” I muttered. But I took a step forward. “Stay
here
.” The last thing I needed was for some overly zealous fanatic with a strict belief system to take offense at a vampire in a feather boa. “I’ll be right back.”

The door slammed shut behind me as soon as I was across the threshold, but at this point? I was expecting that. Spooky slamming doors went hand in hand with spooky houses. Besides, I’ve trained for years to learn not to jump at loud noises.

“Hello?” I called, adopting the tone of a lost and scared teenage girl. “Is anyone home?” It was always to my advantage to let people think I’m something I’m not. “I need to use your phone. My car broke down and I—”

It was a soft noise that stopped me. A noise coming from the heat vent in the floor.

I moved closer, being careful to keep my back to the wall. The sound came again. A scream. Muffled, like it was being held back by something.
A gag? A piece of cloth?

“Shit, shit, shit.” I opened my phone again, holding it at a higher angle to see if the reception was any better.

It wasn’t. I was on my own.

“Remember, this doesn’t have to be supernatural,” I reminded myself. “You could have just stumbled onto a normal serial killer’s house. Or backwoods mutants. Hillbilly Bob and the Freakshow gang.”

I looked down into the hallway. The coast was clear. Moving stealthily, I rounded the stairs and came upon the living room. An old wooden door with telltale red stains at the bottom of it was there.
Blood
. The door probably led to the basement.

Right on cue, the muffled scream came again. Followed by a scraping sound that made my blood run cold. Someone was sharpening a tool. Maybe an ax?

I debated between the stake and my silver dagger. Sure, a wooden stake could cause massive amounts of damage, even to a human body, when thrown properly, but the dagger was my favorite. Gripping the plain hilt (no jewels, they made it too slippery), I crossed the floor and slowly opened the door.

As I did that, the front door behind me blew open and I could hear the vampires screaming. I tried to turn back, but the basement door was slippery underneath my hands. Wet with blood on the other side. I could barely hang on, it was threatening to close on me, but I jammed my boot inside and wedged myself into the stairwell.

It was poorly lit, and I stepped carefully as I made my way down. The basement smelled moldy, with the scent of rotten meat hanging heavy on the air. Dirty kerosene lamps were strung up in a row around the ceiling, and some of them were still smoking. Hastily blown out in an attempt to conceal whatever was down here. Luckily, whoever had done it had missed one.

A whimper came from the corner.

With my free hand I dug out my mini flashlight and directed it to where I’d heard the sound. The lamp wasn’t strong enough to cast its weak glow all the way over there.