the
center, while a small television sat on a slab in the corner. Framed pictures
of bloody carcasses, vampire teeth and various bizarre creatures decorated the
walls. On making my way over to another door, the startling screams suddenly
got louder.
“Did
you kidnap somebody back there?” I asked.
Mr.
FreeCut opened the door.
A
monster leaped up on me, sending me reeling back, screaming.
“It’s
okay,” Mr. FreeCut said. “It’s only Ernie.”
I
opened my eyes, cautiously studying the gross beast that had just jumped on me.
It was quite small, had short legs, and no hair whatsoever covering its peeling
pink skin. It had just one large blue eye in the center of its face and a horn
protruding from the top of its head.
“He
won’t hurt you,” Mr. FreeCut assured me. “He’s harmless, I promise.”
Somehow
believing the crazy old man, I stepped closer to the creature, paying careful
attention to its fangs and long claws. It released another crazy scream and
licked me with a slimy green tongue. But instead of pulling away, I suddenly
felt a sentimental attraction to Ernie. I bent down and patted him on his back.
“He’s
the nicest RazorCut you’ll ever meet,” Mr. FreeCut added. “And he’s so glad
that you’re now a part of the family.”
After
standing back up and letting Ernie moisten my leg with his emerald saliva for a
few minutes, I took a quick peek in the garage, noticing extraordinary tools
and flasks filled with bubbly liquid. I also saw a black car that looked like a
hearse. Hmmmm. It was a piece of crap. But I had to ask him if I could use it.
I already hated the train.
We
sat down at the dinner table to feast. My desire for the red stuff grew so
strong that I forgot how sick it really was and downed my glass of blood in one
big gulp. Clutching a large blade, Mr. FreeCut sliced up the creature’s head
and handed me a piece. The blood-soaked meat was delicious, even though the
fur, which I did not swallow, repulsed me.
“I’m
glad you like the Martok,” he said. “I wish I could have food like this every
night. But as I said before, I’m not rich.”
I
thanked him for the meal while tucking into vegetables that looked pretty much
like cucumbers soaked in blood dressing.
We
talked for a while about Vampire World, also a bit about himself. He told me
he'd never had any children, and that his wife had died of an unknown disease
at a relatively young age. I told him I was sorry, not forgetting to thank him
once again for adopting me. Then I asked Mr. FreeCut something very, very
important.
“You
have a car…I was wondering if you’d let me take it out sometime.”
He
frowned. “Well, I work from suns up to suns down. So if you want to go
anywhere, you will have to take the train. However, I don’t mind driving you
around when I’m available.”
“I
just hate that train,” I griped. “The vampires on it creep me out.”
“You’ll
get used to it,” he told me. “I traveled that way for many years before I could
afford a car.”
While
Ernie slopped up the leftovers beneath the table - his horn banging loudly
against the floor - Mr. FreeCut raised the dark shades covering the windows.
“It’s
night time now,” he said.
I
looked out and saw something fantastic. Set against the night sky, the leaves
on the dead looking tree were now glowing brightly, emitting tiny balls of vivid
light much like fairy dust.
“Wow,”
I said. “It’s so pretty. I thought light was harmful to vampires.”
“Only
light from the three suns, or light reflected off of them,” he said. “The type
of pill I gave to you is usually taken by vampires at birth. This helps them
adjust to this light and makes it safe for them to go out in the day. However,
because the accident took away your vampire characteristics, you will need to
carry on taking the pill for at least a week.”
He
pointed down the hallway. “Let me show you your room.”
I
followed him down the hallway into an even darker