Bloody Kisses
Part 9
By Missy

Laverne chewed her lower lip, angst overcoming her. The clock on the wall read midnight, no matter how many times she read it.

"Come on, Norman..." she muttered to herself. "Where are ya?"

The clock chimed twelve. "Damnit..." she muttered. Norman had definitely stood her up. Cheap bastard.

She stalked to her room and flopped down on the bed. Shirley wasn't anywhere to be seen. Great, she's deserted me, too.

"What'd I do to deserve this?"

"HELLO!"

Laverne sat up in her bed as Lenny and Squiggy burst through the door. The sight of her sitting in that bed in her PJ's caused Lenny to bite his palm, but surprisingly, Squiggy was the one to send her crashing back to earth.

"Len, we ain't got time ta flirt!"

"Squiggy, whatt're you doin' in my room?"

"We got bad news, Laverne."

"What? Is it about Norman?"

"Well, he's dead." Squiggy said.

"What?! What did you hear?!"

"You ain't seen him, right? So he's either dead or a vampire now." Lenny said.

"Oh, not more of that stupid 'Carmine's a vampire' stuff!" She cried.

"But he IS a vampire!"

"No, he's not!" she protested.

"Vernie, no one's seen Lucille Lockwash for two days. Norman's cruiser was reported missing over the scanner a minute ago. Carmine's startin' to kill." Squiggy spun the shard of his bottle about by the tip of his fingers, reminding Laverne of a scene from an old Japanese movie she and Lenny had seen long ago. "We gotta kill him. Or be killed."

Laverne stood up. "I don't want this to make sense."

Lenny grabbed her by the wrist. "Come on, Vernie. We gotta guard the hallway."

Squiggy watched his friend pull Laverne away from the apartment before sitting down on the girl's couch. It might be a long wait for Shirley. He knew that she was already in Carmine's thrall; she would have been the first to be claimed.

"Hello, Andrew..." A seductive voice purred. "Ann-dreww...turn around..."

"I ain't fallin' for that!" He ducked forward, away from the incoming mouth of Miss Shirley Feeney.

He straightened, lengthening his stance. But the brunette that appeared out of nowhere before him certainly wasn't Shirley.

Shirley would never wear a teddy like that. And she certainly didn't have big fangs like the ones trying to find his wrist...

***

"Len, I feel stupid." Laverne stared at the broken beer bottle in her hand, carefully trying not to cut herself on the edges.

Lenny smiled. "I know. But Squig ain't never been so sure about something before."

"Squiggy thinks that catsup is made from cats!"

The sound of Carmine's voice further down the hallway gave Lenny and Laverne just enough warning time to duck beneath an alcove.

"...It's a shame it has to end this way. But you gotta die if I'm gonna live." Carmine kept his forearm around the person cloaked by a garment bag in a firm chokehold while revealing the head of his captive. "Come on! Death ain't gonna be so bad! You get to see that lady you loved so much." He smiled, his fangs bared.

And Lenny had to restrain Laverne with all of his might as Carmine sank his fangs into the exposed neck of Frank DeFazio.







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