Authors: Jonah Hewitt
Schuyler hopped down from the edge of the dumpster quietly and crossed over to Miles. “Look…you need help, that much is obvious, but it doesn’t have to be a drag. I know you and I haven’t exactly been friends, but we’re in the same boat.”
Miles narrowed his eyes. “Really?”
“Really!” Schuyler said enthusiastically, “You think I want to come back to Wallach and tell him I couldn’t help you?”
Miles wasn’t so sure about that. He thought Schuyler would push you in front of a trolley if he thought you were between him and moving up the vampire hierarchy. Still, Schuyler had nothing to fear from Miles. Miles wasn’t exactly on the ladder ahead of him. Miles wasn’t even on the ladder at all.
“Look, man,” Schuyler began again, “Whatever it is that’s holding you back, we can work on it
together
.” His tone got soft and quiet, and he placed a hand on Miles’ shoulder and looked right into his eyes. “I want you to know I’m here for you, guy.” He took the lollipop out of his mouth without any of the usual gymnastics and gave Miles a friendly smile.
Was Schuyler serious? Miles let down his guard and decided to open up to him, “Ok, thanks brother… I really…” but before he even got two more words out, the friendly face turned into a smirk and Schuyler contorted with restrained laughter.
“You don’t think I
really
care, do you?” Schuyler snorted.
“Bloody idiot!” Miles pushed Schuyler away from him in disgust and Schuyler laughed uncontrollably for a second. Miles started skulking off down towards the exit of the trash-strewn alley. Schuyler caught up with him and tried to put his arm around Miles’ shoulders.
“Now, now, now, don’t be that way!” Miles pushed Schuyler’s arm off and kept walking. “See! This is exactly what I’m talking about. Just then I totally played you. You’re so naïve, you dumb mick! You let everyone play you, even the dumb drunks, but here in this world
WE
are the players.”
Miles just rolled his eyes, not
this
speech again, but Schuyler kept right on going.
“You always have to have an angle see? You have to work these people, and then they will come to
you.
” Schuyler put his arm back around Miles as they were walking and stabbed the lollipop into Miles’ chest to emphasize the word “you.” Miles just ignored him. “True, we can’t all be blessed with good looks and natural grace. I mean…look at you. You’re short, dark, pimply, and you look like you’re thirteen.”
Miles turned angrily on Schuyler. “I was sixteen!! Sixteen when I got…” Miles paused and then whispered the word “turned” as if he were ashamed of it.
“Yeah, yeah…boyish good looks I’m sure, but see, that’s what I’m talking about. You have to work with what you’ve got…let’s take your hair, Americans like gingers.”
“Americans like red haired
women
, you dolt, not boys.”
“Hang on. Hear me out,” Schuyler sounded genuinely offended, “You have red hair, a temper
and
you’re Irish. Now you’re not much to look at, it’s true, but an angry, short-tempered, possibly alcoholic, sulky, Irish teenager? Oh…we can work with that.”
“Really?”
“Sure!”
“How?” Miles was genuinely curious now.
“All you have to do is go to an Irish pub, pretend to get drunk and start a fight. Win or lose, just make it about the honor of good ol’ Erin’s Isle. Afterwards, you find a lonely corner and sulk for a bit, and then, sure as anything, some Irish-American mick-ette or wannabe will come around to help you cry into your pint of Guinness.”
“Why would they do that?”
“Bad boys, my friend!!
BAD
boys.” And he thumped the lollipop hard into Miles’ chest. “Women love ‘em!”
“Really?” Miles was confused.
“Yep.”
“But…
why
?”
“Don’t know really,” Schuyler picked the lint off his lollipop it had picked up from Miles’ sweater. It wasn’t a real lollipop anyway, but a plastic one. Vampires couldn’t taste much more than blood anyhow and had precious little saliva. This one was one of Schuyler’s many props. He had them color-coded to match his outfits and moods. Today’s color was “saffron.”
“But I suspect women aren’t happy unless they’re meddling, fixing things, it’s the maternal instinct, and nothing’s a better project than fixing some broken boy. Plus, it gives them a little shot of adrenaline. They can stand close to the fire and try to see how close they can get and not to get burned. This is where you spring your secret weapon.”
“My secret weapon?”
“Yeah! You flash them the fangs,
reveal
your secret.”
“Tell them I’m a vampire?!”
“Of course! Just a taste mind you, just enough to let them know they are standing close to the fire.”
“Why?!”
“Don you get it?! Vampires are the ultimate bad boys!! You’d be an Irish Vampire! That’s like a double bad boy!! A bad boy
squared
. They’ll be all over you.” Miles looked at him incredulously. “Serious, dude, I’m telling you, it’ll be great. It’s a new era! The ground space has already been prepped for you by a thousand novels and TV shows. It’s all they read or watch anymore!! These girls would willingly give up buckets of their own blood for the chance to meet a real vampire. We just have to give them what they want, do the lonely moody shtick: brooding teenager with overpowering
demons
and
secrets
.” He said the last part with a wavering melodramatic vibrato. “Honestly, how do you think I manage to score so many victims?”
Miles narrowed his eyes at Schuyler. He couldn’t tell if he was being serious or if he was just messing with him again. “I dunno. Sounds iffy,” Miles replied nervously. He had always been more of a scavenger and not a player, but Schuyler rarely looked hungry or haggard, and he never had to get a victim for Wallach.
“Dude. Ya gotta trust me,” Schuyler finally said.
“Yeah…like I trusted you the time you convinced me we should go back to high school?”
“Dude, that was a great idea.”
“It was bloody bollocks! That’s what it was.”
“I was just thinking it would be a great way to meet chicks.”
“Chicks? It was bloody night school! All we met were a bunch of middle-aged drop-outs trying to get their G.E.D.s!!”
“Ok, perhaps it was a
bit
poor in execution… but it was still a good idea.” Schuyler paused and looked down, “Still not giving up on that one. We just have to find the right
venue
.” Miles just rolled his eyes again and kept on walking. Their long, slow stroll had led them to near where the alley exited out onto a street corner.
“Hey. Listen to me.” Schuyler stopped and grabbed Miles lightly by the shoulder and turned to face him. Miles stopped and looked at Schuyler. “All I’m saying is that you have to be more flexible…change with the times, ‘cause it sure doesn’t look like trolling for junkies is working out for you that well.”
Miles looked down slightly ashamed. He didn’t know what was worse, that deep down he knew Schuyler was right, or that in this messed up world, Schuyler was the closest thing he had to a friend.
“So, are you ready to let me help you yet?” Schuyler sounded like he was trying to sell Miles a used car. “Are you ready for help from the
master
?” And with the word “master,” Schuyler made a flourish with his lollipop hand over his naked chest. Ugh.
Miles sighed and put his hands dejectedly into his jeans pockets. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Good.” He clapped and rubbed his hands together. “Tonight we’ve got to find you an easy mark before Wallach turns your hide into a lampshade. It’s getting close to dawn, so let’s go.” Schuyler stepped back, reached into his pocket and took out a small aerosol can. He closed his eyes and sprayed the can generously over his naked chest, neck and face.
Miles wrinkled his nose. “What in the bloody heck was that?”
“Hmm? Oh that? Nothing…just y’know, some body spray. I want to stay fresh in case I run into any ladies. Just in case.”
“Ladies?”
“Yeah, so what?”
Miles quickly snatched the can from Schuyler’s hand and read the label. “Sparkleshot. Cologne with body glitter. Musk.”
“Gimme that!” Schuyler grabbed the can back and looked hurt for a moment before he put it away.
Miles looked up at Schuyler. “Body glitter? Seriously? You’re wearin’ bloomin’ body spray with
glitter
?”
“Well, y’know…girls today have…certain…” Schuyler looked up as if he were searching for the right word, “
expectations.
” And then he waggled his eyebrows at Miles.
Miles squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. However much he hated the situation, he was desperate. Schuyler was a much better vampire than he was and right now he needed Schuyler or Wallach was going to use him for a throw rug. “Can ya just get on with this please?”
“Alright, alright.” Schuyler shook his arms loosely and then craned his neck from side to side. “First we gotta get loosened and up and get in tune with the inner sight; feel the victim’s pain.”
“Really? Ya can
do
that?” Miles had heard of vampires that could sense victims’ pain and suffering and hone in on it like a bloodhound following a wounded criminal or a shark following blood in the water. They had never said so, but he was certain Ulami, Forzgrim and Wallach could do it. However, he never expected that Schuyler could. He regarded Schuyler closely. Schuyler was stretching, rolling his head around on his shoulders.
“Oh, yeah. Just clear your head and get all the distractions out.” Schuyler shook his whole body and Miles tried to follow along, but he felt silly. “Now take a deep breath.” Schuyler got very still and calm and held out his hands, palms up. Miles tried to ape Schuyler’s actions. “Now close your eyes and look into the darkness.”
Miles closed his eyes and saw nothing. “Bloody heck, I don’t see nothin’!”
“Ya gotta give it
time,
dude, just wait a minute,” came Schuyler’s reassuring reply.
Miles looked inward and saw only darkness, but the darkness turned into a fog…and then in the fog…something…a pig…a duck…what was it? He shook his head. It was nothing; he was imagining things…then something else – a girl in a hospital bed? No…a boy…with a yo-yo. He was seeing something…wasn’t he?”
Schuyler snorted.
Miles opened one eye. Schuyler’s smirk could hardly contain his laughter.
“Schulyer!! Ya bloody prick!!” Miles shouted.
“DUDE! You are
SO
gullible! I can’t believe I got you twice in like fifteen minutes!” Schuyler burst out laughing.
“You don’ actually have the sight, do ya?”
“Nah, man, I’m just messing with you. I keep trying, but I ain’t got nothing yet.”
“So ya
don’t
know where any potential victims are,
do
ya?” Miles asked.
Schuyler composed himself and wiped a tear of laughter from his eye, or at least pretended to – vampires couldn’t actually cry. Everything was an act with Schuyler. “Actually, it’s your lucky day. I saw someone from the rooftop before I jumped down and scared you out of your shorts.” Schuyler put his arm around Miles and dragged him to the edge of the alley. “C’mon let’s take a look.”
Schuyler walked to the edge of the alley and leaned against the corner of the building. Miles held back and peeked around Schuyler’s shoulders. There, across the street, underneath a dim yellow streetlight hanging from a dilapidated telephone pole, was a thin young man leaning against the fender of a 1970’s land yacht parked in front of a vacant lot.
“There you are, Miles. Whadiddisay? Easy pickings, huh?”
Miles looked over the man. He was wiping his palms over and over again on his pants as if they were sweating profusely.
“I don’t like it.” Miles said simply.
“Well woo-hoo. When did
we
get so high and mighty? Dude, you haven’t got time to be picky.” Schuyler was utterly too carefree and far too noisy for Miles’ taste.
“It’s not that,” Miles said hoarsely, afraid they were going to be overheard, “Sometin’s not right. I don’t like it.”
“Don’t
like
it?”
“Yeah, sometin’s fishy. C’mon let’s go find someone else.”
“Are you kidding me?!” Schuyler spat back at him. “We get lucky enough to have someone drop right into our laps and you want to keep looking?!”
“Yeah…there’s sometin’ up with him. We should go.” Miles began tugging on Schuyler’s arm.
“
UP
with him? C’mon, he’s just a junkie out looking for a hit to take the edge off before he has to go to work, I mean…Just
look
at the guy.”
Miles did look. The young man did look awfully nervous and edgy like a junkie. Still, it didn’t make any sense. Miles knew most of the regulars in this neighborhood and he had never seen this guy before. On top of that, there weren’t any dealers out this time of the day, so why was he here?
“I’ve never seen him before.”
“So you know every junkie in the greater Philly area now?”
“
No
, but I still don’t like it.”