What the Dormouse Said
What the Dormouse Said
by Wolfguard
San Francisco, 1967
The vampire spooked! Broke cover and ran, his lime and yellow florescent T-shirt like a beacon in the night.
Alice sprinted after.
He went over the hillcrest in a rush, like he was flying.
Alice took the crest, caught a glimpse of the Park and the dark Pacific, and then was bounding down the slope after him. If the vampire made it to the crowd in the streets, he’d be one more rainbow in the Lucky Charms. But he wouldn’t.
He did.
Darn! Alice slowed, came to a stop at the corner of Haight and Buena Vista West. Looked right. Looked left. Everyone looked alike. Except her. Jock girl in high school colors, gold and white; ponytail, neatly tied. She started down Haight at a walk, picked up to a trot. She could ask someone. How would that go? ‘Sir, have you seen a young man wearing tie-dye with long blonde hair?’ ‘You mean like me?’ ‘ Well no, he has fangs.’ No way that would work.
And he spooked again., flushed from behind a orange VW van. She was off!
Vampire strength or not, he could not outpace her, her legs were longer, her stride was longer. But he kept running. Down Haight, cross Central, sharp left on Masonic.
Stupid Hippie Vampire. She was the All-City cross-country champ two years running. And the Slayer. He was hers!
Then he darted left and dashed up the steps of a three-story wood house and ran inside.
Alice took the steps, four at a time, bashed through the door, down the short hall, grabbed the stair banister and whipped 180 around it and up the stairs, Glo-boy two flights above, but no where to go.
But the roof?
Alice stopped and studied the door open onto the night. Danger, Alice Tyner. Still, slayers go where angels fear to tread. Alice stepped through the door onto an observation deck, careful for an ambush.
The vampire didn’t notice, he was peering over the deck’s railing.
“Think you can fly?”
The vampire looked sharply towards her, snarled.
“Why don’t you just dust like a vamp?” she said.
He turned around to face her, a snarl now a smirk, “Don’t have a cow.”
“Your fangs are showing.”
“Oh,” he touched the tips of his two canines. “I thought I was tripping.” He lunged.
She sidestepped, side kicked, sending him flying over the railing. “Darn!”
Alice rushed to the rail, expecting to see him, bumped and bruised, but fleeing through the backyard. But he was not. He was splayed across the roof of the wing below. Alice smiled, things were going her way. She vaulted over the rail and dropped to the roof beside him, feet landing softly on the shingles and continuing right through, as the roof gave way before her and the vampire.
CRASH! BOOM! CRUNCH! BAM!
She came to a rest upside down, face to face with the vampire. He growled. She head-butted him, tried to push and stake, but her arms were pinned. Fangs! Head-butt! His arms were pinned. There they were. Face-to-face. Body-to-Body. He needed to bathe - and not in sweat.
Fang-to-Neck! She slammed his face with the side of her head, but he squirmed back. She slammed him again, but this time she kept the pressure on, keeping his fangs from her neck. Just keep the pressure on. Keep a grip on the stake. Loosen the arm.
Their heads slipped in the sweat, and one fang nipped her ear lobe.
Press too hard and it might cause more slippage. And he was panting! What to do? What to do? What does Mickey say? Use your environment. She couldn’t reach her environment. She couldn’t see much more than his neck. And the acrid smell …
His neck.
She had to do this right. Keeping the pressure on, but roll the head until … her nose touched his neck, damp and hairy. He tensed. She took a nibble. Yuck! She instinctively recoiled. Mistake! He twisted hard, his fangs touching her neck. Alice chomped. And again and again and again … Poof! She fell hard, but free, and the vampire’s dust settled around her.
On the walk home, Alice stopped for a 7-Up. It wasn’t till later than night that she was struck by the munchies.
The End
by Wolfguard
San Francisco, 1967
The vampire spooked! Broke cover and ran, his lime and yellow florescent T-shirt like a beacon in the night.
Alice sprinted after.
He went over the hillcrest in a rush, like he was flying.
Alice took the crest, caught a glimpse of the Park and the dark Pacific, and then was bounding down the slope after him. If the vampire made it to the crowd in the streets, he’d be one more rainbow in the Lucky Charms. But he wouldn’t.
He did.
Darn! Alice slowed, came to a stop at the corner of Haight and Buena Vista West. Looked right. Looked left. Everyone looked alike. Except her. Jock girl in high school colors, gold and white; ponytail, neatly tied. She started down Haight at a walk, picked up to a trot. She could ask someone. How would that go? ‘Sir, have you seen a young man wearing tie-dye with long blonde hair?’ ‘You mean like me?’ ‘ Well no, he has fangs.’ No way that would work.
And he spooked again., flushed from behind a orange VW van. She was off!
Vampire strength or not, he could not outpace her, her legs were longer, her stride was longer. But he kept running. Down Haight, cross Central, sharp left on Masonic.
Stupid Hippie Vampire. She was the All-City cross-country champ two years running. And the Slayer. He was hers!
Then he darted left and dashed up the steps of a three-story wood house and ran inside.
Alice took the steps, four at a time, bashed through the door, down the short hall, grabbed the stair banister and whipped 180 around it and up the stairs, Glo-boy two flights above, but no where to go.
But the roof?
Alice stopped and studied the door open onto the night. Danger, Alice Tyner. Still, slayers go where angels fear to tread. Alice stepped through the door onto an observation deck, careful for an ambush.
The vampire didn’t notice, he was peering over the deck’s railing.
“Think you can fly?”
The vampire looked sharply towards her, snarled.
“Why don’t you just dust like a vamp?” she said.
He turned around to face her, a snarl now a smirk, “Don’t have a cow.”
“Your fangs are showing.”
“Oh,” he touched the tips of his two canines. “I thought I was tripping.” He lunged.
She sidestepped, side kicked, sending him flying over the railing. “Darn!”
Alice rushed to the rail, expecting to see him, bumped and bruised, but fleeing through the backyard. But he was not. He was splayed across the roof of the wing below. Alice smiled, things were going her way. She vaulted over the rail and dropped to the roof beside him, feet landing softly on the shingles and continuing right through, as the roof gave way before her and the vampire.
CRASH! BOOM! CRUNCH! BAM!
She came to a rest upside down, face to face with the vampire. He growled. She head-butted him, tried to push and stake, but her arms were pinned. Fangs! Head-butt! His arms were pinned. There they were. Face-to-face. Body-to-Body. He needed to bathe - and not in sweat.
Fang-to-Neck! She slammed his face with the side of her head, but he squirmed back. She slammed him again, but this time she kept the pressure on, keeping his fangs from her neck. Just keep the pressure on. Keep a grip on the stake. Loosen the arm.
Their heads slipped in the sweat, and one fang nipped her ear lobe.
Press too hard and it might cause more slippage. And he was panting! What to do? What to do? What does Mickey say? Use your environment. She couldn’t reach her environment. She couldn’t see much more than his neck. And the acrid smell …
His neck.
She had to do this right. Keeping the pressure on, but roll the head until … her nose touched his neck, damp and hairy. He tensed. She took a nibble. Yuck! She instinctively recoiled. Mistake! He twisted hard, his fangs touching her neck. Alice chomped. And again and again and again … Poof! She fell hard, but free, and the vampire’s dust settled around her.
On the walk home, Alice stopped for a 7-Up. It wasn’t till later than night that she was struck by the munchies.
The End