Vampire Info Requested

[the_debofnight]

The late-night radio show host, Deb, with her sensual purr of a voice, drew in a wide variety of nighttime listeners... many of whom had rather odd ideas about the existence of certain supernatural creatures. She put absolutely no stock in these claims, skeptic at heart, but for once had a reason to cater to these conspiracy theorists this evening

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[hashibasarrow]

"The 'Deb of Night'?" Isaac looked across the cab of the Winnebago at Autumn, "Seriously?"

"What?" Autumn shrugged back at him, "She's the only decent thing to listen to around here."

"That's what CD's and MP3 players are for." Isaac turned his eyes back towards the road.

"Yeah, only we don't have either of those things now." Autumn pointed out. She rested her elbow on the door and looked at him

[the_debofnight]

Deb took vampire hunters about as seriously as she did people claiming to be vampires themselves, but for her allegedly vampire-bitten brother's sake, she was at least giving callers a chance to explain their wild claims this evening. She was used to odd call-ins by now; allowing unscreened calls was pretty much asking for bizarre conversations from callers.

“Caller three, you’re on with the Deb of Night,” she voiced after answering Autumn’s call. She gave the caller a prompt, because vampires and food hadn’t been brought up by any prior caller. “So, what are you thoughts on garlic repelling the savage beast?”

If it did, with the amount of Italian eateries she frequented, she sure all heck didn’t have anything to worry about -- even if she did believe in vampires, which she of course did not. Some part of her really hoped the caller wouldn't put any stock in the whole garlic idea; she could only imagine Devin decorating his apartment with bunches of garlic.

[hashibasarrow]

Autumn reached over and turned down the radio to avoid any unpleasant feedback.

"Caller three, you’re on with the Deb of Night," The DJ greeted her. "So, what are you thoughts on garlic repelling the savage beast?"

Autumn resisted the urge to groan. Where exactly had that awful superstition even come from?

"The only thing garlic will repel is a date." She informed The Deb Of Night matter of factly. "In fact all of those old wives tales about churches and garlic and crosses are absolute crap."

"Not all of them..." Isaac muttered subvocally and a slight roll of his eyes.

[the_debofnight]

“I hear you,” Deb agreed immediately; she hoped Devin was listening in and taking to heart the fact that silly legends meant absolutely nothing. When he’d told Deb about his plot to find a virginal horse to lead him to a vampire’s grave... she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. The level of superstition he’d been displaying lately was rather ridiculous, in her opinion.

She shifted in her chair to get more comfortable, and reached over to grab for her cup of coffee. “So, caller, are you speaking as a skeptic, or as someone who knows the ‘truth’ about real vampires?”