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out a loaded magazine.
    He loaded the magazine back in.
    “What are you gonna do?” asked Tommy.
    “Watch this,” said Chris.
    He aimed the gun at a sedan up the street from them. It was broken down with flat tires and broken windows. Chris fired. The windshield spider webbed. They broke out in laughter.
    “Sweet!” hollered Chris.
    “Awesome,” said Tommy. “Do it again. Do it again.”
    Chris aimed at the car again. He fired. The rear driver window and the rear window shattered. They laughed again.
    “This is so bad ass!” said Chris.
    “I want to try. I want to do it,” said Tommy.
    “You’re not cool enough, dude,” said Chris. “You’re just a kid.”
    He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one up and took a drag.
    “Ah, c’mon. I want to try,” Tommy begged.
    Chris blew his smoke at him.
    “Let’s have a coolness test first,” said Chris.
    “Okay,” said Tommy.
    “You have to tell me the names of three awesome rock bands.”
    Tommy thought hard but was blank.
    “I don’t know any,” said Tommy.
    “Then I guess you ain’t shooting,” answered Chris.
    Chris turned and fired again with his smoke hanging out of his mouth. A headlight shattered.
    “C’mon nerd. Think hard,” said Chris.
    Tommy still couldn’t think of any. Chris directed his attention to the name on his shirt. It said Metallica .
    “Muh-tell-uh-ka?” asked Tommy.
    Chris rolled his eyes.
    “The way you said that was blasphemy.”
    Chris pointed to a tattoo on his arm. It said, AC/DC .
    “Ay-see-dee-see?” asked Tommy.
    “That’s two, geek. You need one more,” said Chris.
    “I don’t know any, Chris.”
    “Fine, fine. You can shoot. I get your dessert for the next week though, butthole,” said Chris.
    He got behind Tommy and put the gun in his hands.
    “Hold it tight with both hands. Aim at the car,” said Chris.
    Tommy held it steady.
    “Now pull the trigger!” said Chris.
    Tommy fired but missed the car.
    “Did I get it?” asked Tommy.
    “Nope. Try again,” said Chris.
    Tommy fired. The other headlight shattered. They laughed.
    “Sweetness!” said Chris.
     
    ***
     
    The night came. Shaun waited up as usual with the shotgun. The vampires stayed away again. He could hear them faintly outside the windows. The others were sleeping. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost one o’clock in the morning. He was anxious to hear the woman’s voice call out his name again. He thought about it the whole day. His eyes became tired and he nodded off.
    “Shaun,” said the woman’s voice.
    His eyes opened. He stood up, fully alert. He was determined to find the source of this mysterious voice. He quietly took one of Mr. Jones’ crucifixes and stuffed it in a pocket. He held on to the shotgun and left the room. The foyer was empty. There was nothing but sofas against the wall. He looked out the windows. No one was there.
    “I’m over here, Shaun,” said the voice.
    “Where are you?” he whispered.
    “I’m here. Come to me,” she whispered.
    His heart began to pound. He wasn’t sure what to do. He went to the elevators and descended. He felt ill at ease, he didn’t know what he was getting into. He was curious to find out who was calling him.
    He came out to the foyer on level sixty-eight. He looked around. No one was there. He watched a light breeze come through the broken windows causing the blinds to gently move. He saw something out one of the windows. He drew closer. It was a vampire wearing a black hooded robe over a white evening gown. Its back was turned to the window. It was weeping and sounded like a woman. He filled with anxiety drawing closer to the window.
    The vampire dropped her hood. Her long, brunette hair was very familiar to him. She turned around and stared into his eyes. It was Sharon! She looked devilishly gorgeous. Her large, piercing blue eyes with white-rimmed irises were terrifying. She wiped a tear away. Her face was pale white. Her deep red, sensual lips were