OV: The Original Vampire (Book #1) (13 page)

“I think I broke a rib.” Josie rolled over on her side. “That’s one down, how many more, Forty?” She tried not to laugh.

“Well okay, I said to act calm, but this isn’t a comedy club.” Vinnie said, as he analyzed the size of the logger’s skull.

“Hey Mac!”
Someone yelled from down on the ground.

“Let’s lock the doors.” Josie stared at Vinnie maniacally.

“What, no more pretend rapes for you?”

“Not funny.”

“Hey Mac, you up there? We broke out the Patron!”

“He needs to come in here. It’s the only way we can tackle thirty loggers.” Vinnie said.
“One by one.”

“Get down.” He said, as the handle shook again.

“It’s like a fucking flytrap,” Josie whispered, “for loggers.”

“Mac, hey Mac!”
The door opened, as Josie spread her legs and spoke seductively, “Mac’s gone, but now you’re here and you’re way more handsome.” She growled.

“Who in the hell are you?” The logger asked.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m wet.” She pointed to her crotch, for if he needed any assistance in translating.

“Well shit, I guess if it’s okay with Mac.” The young logger with a country accent said.

“Mac’s not here.” Josie said in monotone and with a deadpan expression. “And, I’m wet.”

“Oh yeah, here I come!” country boy did the same tap dance with his pants as Mac.

“Oh baby.” Josie nonchalantly reached her arms up to him.

“Let’s start some!” country boy got on his knees and grabbed her thighs. She closed her eyes and turned white.

“Get off. Get the fuck off!” Josie screamed, as the whites of her eyes lit the room with rage. That’s when Vinnie placed the crowbar on country boy’s throat and pulled back. Country boy fell back and landed away from Josie.

“Finally, no pieces of no one on me.”
She said.

“What happened?” Vinnie threw the crowbar down and held her.

“It’s fine. Let go.”

“Too close and personal?”
Vinnie asked.

“Who, you or him?
I’m fine with you. Country boy had sick, hungry eyes. It reminded me of someone.”

“Well, get ready for round three.” Vinnie said, as the door handle shook.

“Where we going to put a third?” Josie looked around.

“Cute.
Very cute.”

The door opened. The third logger knew something, as he came in swinging at Vinnie. Vinnie utilized some martial arts trickery by using a “Deity’s Palm” to the logger’s face, then using a “Diamond Finger” on his chest, which stopped the logger’s heart.

“Easy.” Josie brushed her hands.

“The more dead souls I create, the more they look down on me from
heaven, or up to me from hell, the more I question my own.”

“Question what?” Josie asked.

“My own soul, it can’t be exactly acceptable to be killing like this.” He said.

“But, it’s so easy.”

“Death is only cheap when someone has cheapened it by being selfish.” Vinnie said.

“We’ve got to get these bodies out of here.” Josie said.

“I know. The bucket.”

“What?”

“We can hide them in the excavator’s bucket. Help me drag them.”

They pulled the bodies near the door and looked out the windows. There was a huge bonfire on the east corner of the parking lot. Big guys and girls with big curls in their hair sat on logs and watched the bonfire. There was always that one couple dancing to a song.

“They look preoccupied, let’s drop them.” Vinnie said, as they opened the door and rolled them out one by one. Each body sounded like a sack of potatoes when it hit.

“Okay, let’s go.” He said. They snuck down the ladder attached to the side of the excavator and pulled the bodies into the bucket. Luckily, they were on the excavator with the bucket, the other two had the giant blades for cutting trees.

They got all three in the bucket and started to climb back up when a spotlight hit them.

“Shit.” Josie said.

“Let’s get up quick.”

“Hey you!”
A couple guys at the fire yelled. Then they all stood up, like when one dog barks, they all bark. Vinnie and Josie looked out the window. The guys ran over while the women watched, holding their beer.

“We have to get this thing going!” Josie yelled, as Vinnie found the key to the ignition. He inserted it and turned the key. A massive shudder vibrated the whole cab when it started. Vinnie had one large joystick to navigate a 160,000 pound piece of equipment, with enough hydraulic power to knock over a building like a toothpick.

“Hold on.” Vinnie said, as he raised the bucket with the bodies in it and started to swing the bucket towards the fire.

“Lock the doors.” He told Josie.

The men looked like they were a foot tall, as Vinnie raised the bucket over one of the 4x4’s. The men were jumping around like jumping Beans, as two hung on to the excavator ladder for life. Vinnie tilted the bucket. He had the bucket almost fifty feet in the air when he tilted the bucket and the first body dropped out and smashed the cab of a 4x4. There was no sound that penetrated the excavator’s cab, so to Josie and Vinnie it seemed surreal, like a video game. There was also no emotion attached to no sound, therefore the disassociation of a serial killer was complete, non-feeling harmony was now in their hands.

The midget-size loggers shook their fists and jumped up and down as Vinnie released the second body. It fell onto a second truck, but Vinnie had miscalculated his aim and the body decapitated over the tailgate. The girls with the beers in their hands now had empty hands, because they dropped them in the horror of seeing Timmy the logger bend, then tear in half. The surrounding air filled with the smell of a warm beer, stomach acid sundae float, as Timmy’s insides were now being investigated by the logger’s canine friends.

“Bad aim, Vinnie.” Josie patted his shoulder, as they both operated the excavator, although Josie was manning the controls of the radio instead. Little Red Corvette came on, as Vinnie dropped the third body. The body hit the hood of the truck and rolled off like a Ragdoll. That’s when one of the midgets raised a shotgun and an orange flower flash exited the barrel, as a spider web of cracks appeared in the windshield in front of Vinnie’s face.

“Uh oh.”
Josie said, as she turned around in her swivel chair and turned off the radio. “This might get serious.” She confessed. “What now?”

“We use the bucket to sweep up the trash.” Vinnie lowered the bucket down to ground level and moved it slowly from left to right, over-turning the trucks. A second bullet hole appeared on Vinnie’s left side.

Vinnie takes the bucket and swung it over to the shooter. He first knocked the shooter over with the bucket and when he stood up, Vinnie closed the bucket around the shooter’s neck, so his head was in the bucket and his body was outside.

Vinnie raised the bucket and watched the man frantically twitch his legs.

“Easy does it, says the Captain.” Vinnie said to himself, as he moved his tongue in concentration.

“Oops. Shit.” The bucket closed too tight as blood shot out both sides and the body dropped headless to the ground.

“Touchy controls.” Vinnie looked away.

“You’re evil.” Josie turned the radio back on.
Creedence Clearwater Revival played.

“We have to jump ship Captain.” Josie put her hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, we better. . .”

The scenery was completely altered now. The bonfire was now a pile of smoldering logs, four 4x4’s were turned over and crumpled up like tinfoil, and everyone except Josie and Vinnie
were decapitated, dead or had ran to the forest.

“Do you want to take this thing? Vinnie pointed at the cab.

“No, I miss our natural modality of walking.”

“Okay then, let’s abort ship.” He said, as he took off his shirt, tied it into a turbine and opened the door.

“The great outdoors!” He yelled.

“You’re happy.” Josie said.

“I have a feeling were one up against the loggers. I mean 1 for us, 0 for the loggers.”

“They’ll be back.”

They walked away from the ruins back into the serenity of the forest. Josie felt like the trees were saying thank you, and she felt an inner-peace she hadn’t felt for years. She almost skipped as she walked.

“I feel so alive. It doesn’t seem real that I was a waitress at a grease spoon, and with that idiot. It seems like you and I were never separated.” She confessed.

“I feel the same way. Life is tragic unless you find that soul mate.” He reached behind and grabbed her hand as they walked.

“We have to get my dad.”

“I know.”

They walked until morning. The sun sparkled through the trees as it rose. They made it back to
Marymere Falls. Josie walked onto the bridge and looked back at Vinnie.

“If I only had a camera.”
Vinnie said with a smile.

“Instead of taking a picture, you can take me.” She smiled back. She pulled off her shirt. Her long brown hair covered her breasts except for her nipples. She looked like an enchanted mermaid made for land.

“If I was a wolf, I’d eat you.”

“So carnivorous of you,” She pulled her hair back. “Let’s go in.”

“People come here all the time. Let’s walk up further, past the beaten path.” Vinnie said.

Josie walked the trail half naked, up the rocky trail.

“Your foot’s bleeding.” Vinnie said from behind, as he watched her hips sway.

“Funny. I can’t feel it.”

They walked up the first hill and took a little deer trail to the edge, where they could look down at the river, and the water falling over the edge.

“You’re made for this scenery.”
Vinnie sat down with her, as he ran his hand through her hair.

“You’ve changed so much in just these last few weeks. I can’t believe my eyes.” He leaned forward and kissed her.

“I don’t know what’s happening, but I can’t turn around now.” She said softly with the water crashing below them on the rocks. “It seems like all my actions have led to ruin.” Vinnie noticed a tear and wiped it away with his thumb.

“I know Josie. I feel my life is so meaningless sometimes. I awake in a panic and dread the mornings.”

“You, Out of all the lowlife out there, you feel that way?”

“The only way I function
now is knowing you’re there, but before you, all I had were the Shapeshift students, but they just wanted my knowledge. They weren’t close to me.”

“Who has been close to you?” She asked, as she returned his caress with her own.

“My father, he had problems like yours, but nobody’s perfect. He would hold me in his arms and dance to somebody, like The Bee Gees. He would look down at me with the purest love. That kind of love is rare outside of siblings and their parents.”

“I think I love you that way.” Josie blushed. Her age seemed indistinguishable, as a cute girl smiled through the early wrinkles of a thirty four year old.

“I know. That’s why we’re here.” He smiled with deep respect.

She took off the rest of her clothes in front of a majestic backdrop of moss, a roaring waterfall and old-growth trees. She crawled over to Vinnie and pulled off his pants and enveloped him orally. He grew in her mouth, as she felt the ultimate power of arousal for both of them. She climbed on top of him and arched her back. Her nipples pointed skywards as she panted: “Fuck me.”

Soon, they were lying together on the moss. The roar of the waterfall enveloped them with pure white noise, as there were no distractions to fall into deep, blissful sleep.

Josie closed her eyes and entered the tunnel of the subconscious. It was hazy, not a lot of movement, a jagged flash from the past here and there, but nothing traumatic. Then, she sees a beautiful woman with soft, brown hair approach a priest. There is a groom smiling next to the priest. Their teeth are white and everyone is attentive to her walking down the aisle. Josie is one of the Bridesmaids. She looks down at the flowers she is holding.

“What’s happening?” She said to herself. There is a icky sweet smell of perfume in the room. Josie scratched her calve and realized she was wearing stockings and accidentally made one run with her fingernail.

The bride approached, as Josie looked up and noticed it was
Mezrolly. There was a floodlight on Mezrolly from the balcony and silhouetted Mezrolly’s head and blinded Josie. Mezrolly stopped walking and smiled at the groom, the priest, and looked at Josie:

“I’m Daddy’s little girl, where’s yours?”

Josie awoke screaming.

“What. What?” Vinnie grabbed her.

“We have to get Bud.” She cried.

“We will, what happened?”

“Some bitch.” She threw her clothes.

“Someone I know?” He asked.

“You don’t know any
bitches, in fact it seems you haven’t had to deal with any real people at all.” She had venom in her voice.

Vinnie sat up and looked straight into her soul. “I’ve dealt with people for over a hundred years, three of your lives, and I’ve dealt with bigger bitches, bastards, perverts and demons than you will ever see!” He blew the words through her.

Josie was taken aback. She had never heard Vinnie upset. She felt sorry that he had to become more human and stoop to her level.

“I’m sorry Vinnie. I’m just not used to the Gateway,
Shapeshifting, my father, all this shit. It’s too much sometimes.”

“I don’t know what happened either. I’m surprised my feelings became that unchecked. I thought I knew better.” They hugged and lied back down. It was still early morning.

Suddenly, the timing was right as their thoughts aligned perfectly, where they connected together in the Gateway.

“It’s getting easier to transition.” Josie looked up at him.

“The thing that’s great is the Gateway is as unlimited as your mind. If you think you can, you can fly, or whatever you want.”

“That’s incredible. I can literally see my timeline off to the side. See those faded images right there?” She pointed as they walked.

“I can’t see your memories, but that’s great.”

They walked until what they both wanted to see appeared. It was Van
Norden’s estate. The grass was perfectly manicured and there was a giant raven sitting on a statue’s head. Vinnie made a clucking noise, as the raven flew off.

“I don’t care if we’re related,
Norden’s gotta pay.” Vinnie said, as they walked to the front door. It was locked this time.

“That’s funny, usually we barge right in.” Josie said.

“Maybe, I secretly have doubt about doing this.”

“Well, don’t worry. I’ve seen you kick ass plenty of times.”

“Thanks.” Vinnie tried the door again and it opened. Van Norden sat smoking in his usual chair.

“
Vinnie, how’s life?” He coughed.

“Not great. The thing that doesn’t add up in the equation is Bud being in Purgatory, and I have a feeling that he’s your cover up, just
like how catholic pedophiles hide behind the church.”

“
Woah Vinnie. You know you’re not supposed to talk about religion or politics at the dinner table.”

“Where’s the table?” Josie spoke up.

“The table is as high as the bar, and I need a drink.” V.N. coughed.

“Why would you kill your own son?” Vinnie asked, half knowing there would be no answer, but things usually went the opposite of what people thought should happen.

“He was a straight kid. Always wanted to please and do good.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Josie asked.

“The straight and narrow causes injustices to the creative perversity of our planet.”

“What the hell?” Josie looked at Vinnie.