Bloody Kisses
Part 12
By Missy

SERIES: Bloody Kisses
PART: Twelve of Twelve
RATING: R-ish (For bloodletting, character death, and general supernatural/horror themes)
PAIRING(s): Shirley/Carmine, Lenny/Laverne
DISTRIBUTION: To Squeaky, LW, Kai and FG so far; any other archives are welcome to ask, but disclaimers must be included, my email left intact. send a URL, and provide full disclaimers as well as credit me fully. Please inform me if you are going to submit my work to any sort of search engine. Please do not submit my work to a search engine that picks out random sets of words and uses them as key words, such as "Google"
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CATEGORY: Horror, Drama, S/C, L/L
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SETTING IN TIMELINE: Slip it in anywhere during the Milwaukee years.
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Carmine learns too late just the lesson Shirley's been trying to teach him for years: don't fraternize with strange women...
NOTES: I've been planning this fic for over a year ;-). Thought it would be interesting to see what kind of a vampfic could come out of the L&Sverse...

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Squiggy recognized the far-off rattle coming from beneath their feet. "They come." He said suddenly. Laverne would have been alarmed at the alien tone of Squiggy's voice...had the sight of the closet door splitting before them not distracted her.

Carmine and Shirley were, obviously, no longer themselves. Pale, with bright red eyes, they walked swiftly, but with a hunch. Every vein in their form stood out black against alabaster skin, and a faint green mucous dripped from the corner of their mouths. Laverne wondered how they could look so horrible; then her eyes fell on the three sets of holes lining their necks.

"What happened?"

Squiggy's eyes were dark. "He turned 'er. But somethin's wrong..."

Carmine lunged toward the boys, and Shirley seemed to materialize in front of Laverne.

Laverne acted on instinct and punched her best friend right in the jaw. Shirley's entire face sagged inward, her red eye sinking inward. Her flesh stank of a putrid rotting.

"Owww!" She whined. "Ohh, Laverne, you're going to pay for that..."

Nails bared, Shirley charged at her, but Laverne ducked out of the way. The sound of something hitting the wall behind her gave enough distraction so that Shirley could land a punch to her throat, sending Laverne gagging to the floor.

"Your blood must be sweet, Laverne...everyone wants some..." Laverne's resulting kick punched a hole through her best friend's middle, sending down a shower of blood over her leg.

Shirley collapsed onto the floor, holding the gaping hole in her body. Her eyes were wide in disbelief. "Why?"

Laverne's eyes were mean. "Yer an addict now, Shirl. Yer no better than Bobby."

***

Meanwhile, Lenny held off Carmine alone. It was a fist-fight from the start, with Squiggy having been thrown across the room after landing several valiant blows with his makeshift cross.

"How many people, Carmine?" Lenny snapped bitterly, as he smacked Carmine across the head with a broomstick. "How many people're dead now?"

Carmine shrugged coldly, in one swift move, he had Lenny in a chokehold. "Six. Including you."

His fangs were inches from Lenny's throat; the young man inhaled deeply, unafraid to die. He had tasted heaven, and was now willing to go to hell.

The smooth, unhesitant slice of Squiggy's bottle across Carmine's throat was unexpected, but unerring. Lenny shuddered as Carmine's head rolled down the front of Lenny's body. There, it began rolling toward his ankle, trying desperately to bite him; Carmine's arms didn't loosen their grip around his torso.

"Ol' Buddy, ya gotta trust me. Roll left-now!" Lenny threw himself to the left, giving Squiggy just enough space to shove Carmine's trunk backward and plunge his blood-soaked bottle shard right through what was once Carmine's heart.

The black, bloody explosion covered both Lenny and Squiggy. Expelling gallons of old blood, the body collapsed, twisting, convulsing. Finally, it too dissolved into a pile of gore.

Carmine's head continued to snap, eyes red and manic, until Squiggy coolly stomped upon the top of it, sending a bright red pulpy mess across the floor.

Lenny and Squiggy stared at one another in numb surprise. They both turned to Laverne and Shirley, whose wide-eyed stares were filled with horror.

"Oh my God." Shirley whispered, touching her lips. "Oh-my-God..." She backed away from the slayer in mute shock. "You're right, Laverne..." She backed against an enormous window in the hallway. "Carmine's dead...I can't go on-" She then leaned backward, falling through the cheap plate glass Edna had installed only a few days ago. Laverne screamed her best friend's name, but only the harsh light of morning heard her call. The splattered blood and flecks of gore that were once Shirley Feeney were beyond the speed of sound now.

***

"Are you real sure you wanna do this, Squig?" Lenny asked.

Squiggy stood on the steps of the Knapp Street brownstone, clearly amused. "Yeah, Laverne, I kinda have to." He slipped the wooden cross beneath the lee of his arm. "This is my callin'."

Laverne smirked. "And here I thought it was dumpster divin'."

Squiggy pouted. "Watch it, Woman. Yer old man here woulda died if not on my account."

"Yeah, and I ain't gonna forget that, neither." Lenny said. The two men shared an emotional hug before shaking hands.

"Stu-pid!"

Laverne wrapped an arm around Lenny when the friends released one another. "We're gonna miss ya, Squig."

"Yeah, I'm gonna miss ya too, Laverne." He said, fondly. "Remember...if ya see somethin' suckin' blood out of somethin' else, ya know who ta call." He said, before turning and walking into the sunset.

Laverne leaned heavily against Lenny's arms. "What're we gonna do now?" She wondered, clearly bereft.

"Go inside." He said softly.

She shook her head. "Yeah." Her eyes fell on the drying red blot, smearing the sidewalk with a bright stain. This was once her best friend.

Taking Lenny's hand and heading back into the building, she said, "We've got a lot of cleaning up ta do."



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