Thursday, August 16, 2012

Chapter 9 Addendum

Chapter 9 Addendum


Regan’s mind raced.  She was sure she had been in worse situations and managed to get out of them.  She started to think about the coffin and having had those same thoughts there.  Again, she was forced to conclude that no, she had not been in worse situations.  In fact being a newly minted member of the undead had pretty much been moving from one absolute worst situation to the next.

It was, to say the least, annoying.

“Now, I have to admit,” Brother Sam said, shifting his focus from one pistol to the other has he kept his aim.  “I have no first hand knowledge of what silver bullets do to a vampire.  I have shot them more than a few times, but I have never been close enough to see what happens when they get hit.  I wonder if they bleed more.”

Regan’s eyes darted around the room thinking about everything she had ever heard a vampire could do, about everything she had seen in a vampire movie.  There had to be some useful gems buried in her memory of the Queen Betsy novels she had plowed through in an attempt to understand her cubicle-mate.  Super speed?  Super strength?  Aura of serenity?

She closed her eyes and did the first thing that came naturally to her: she started talking.

“Look,” she said, slowly opening her eyes, “you don’t want to shoot me, and here’s why.  It’s not a cost effective use of your time.”

She had no idea, now, what she was doing, but she had started and she was going to finish it.


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