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Vampire Beauty is Only Skin Deep - A Short Vampire Story
Written by Sky Taylor, Sky at Dawn
The Hound & the Fox was THE popular place to be for hair styling, massages, and body wraps. Zelda’s two-year success story was phenomenal, turning a run-down cottage into a booming business, and going it alone at that.
Barbie swore by Zelda’s grape seed facial that contained ‘secret’ ingredients. Not one zitz since she’d started the treatments eighteen months ago. Zelda was a miracle worker, for sure. And now, the dumb lummox Brad Jowalksy was going to ruin everything! Barbie had to find some way to talk him out of confronting Zelda.
Barbie relaxed a notch as the park came into clear view, Brad sitting on a bench alone, tossing bread to the friendly pigeons that were congregated at his Nike-clad feet.
“You’re late,” he pointed out, tossing the last remains to the gray flying beggars. “I said seven on the dot.”
“So sue me,” Barbie tossed out, settling beside him.
She felt pretty comfortable around Brad; they’d been friends since early childhood – about sixteen years now. Next year, she supposed they would graduate together. That is, if she didn’t kill him first for confronting her beloved Zelda.
“I’m going to see her tonight…get things out in the open,” Brad announced, being the abrupt person that he was. “I’m onto her and it’s just not right, Barb.”
She sighed impatiently, grasping at straws. “Brad, look – you’re suspicions are ludicrous. What are you going to say to her? Huh? Something like…Zelda, the game’s up; I know you are a vampire?”
“Yep, that sounds about right,” he echoed, shaking his head positively.
Barbie longed to scream, would have if a policeman wasn’t stationed on the corner of the street by the park’s gates.
“So what next? Frank?”
“What?” Brad asked for clarification, his eyes on her now rather than the scattering pigeons.
“Frank, the lifeguard at the pool. What if he’s really the Loch Ness Monster, Brad?”
Barbie twitched her mouth to one side, a cute dimple popping into her cheek. “Granted, Zelda’s a bit odd, but-”
“She’s inhuman, not of this world, a-a vampiress,” he insisted and Barbie suddenly understood that this conversation wasn’t going anywhere fast.
Squaring her shoulders and taking his left hand in her’s, she gazed into Brad’s handsome face and challenged, “Zelda dresses a little weird, and then there’s her Transylvanian accent, so yeah, she’s unique. But a vampire? And…well, in her line of work, it really pays to be different, to have a certain mystic about one’s self.”
“Perfume would suffice,” Brad mocked, squeezing Barbie’s hand affectionately. Women, they were very thick-headed! Adorable, but thick-headed!
He narrowed his dark eyes at Barbie as she continued, “Brad, you’re really losing it; perhaps the photo club at school is a bit too much. With that, your schooling, the basketball team – you’re a bit overloaded. Yes, that’s it,” she suddenly decided, her eyes downcast as she analyzed her friend. “You’re suffering from brain overload.”
He abruptly withdrew his hand from her and dipped it into one of the kangaroo pockets of his jeans. Next thing that Barbie sees is a photo that looks over-processed.
Brad jerked out, “You call this brain overload? What is the old saying? A picture is worth a thousand words? Barb, here are a thousand words for you.”
She tried to register her blue eyes onto the print but it was difficult, as Brad was flashing it up and down like a paper hammer. Impatiently, she snatched it from him and gave it a good once over.
“There’s nothing here, Brad. Nada. Your wild ideas are starting to effect your photographic abilities. And…and what is this? A-a still life?”
Brad pursed his lips, then settled back confidently onto the bench, feeling a bit cocky.
His eyes lit with mischievousness as he eased out, “More like still death.” He leaned towards Barbie and his sweet breath washed over her face as he whispered, “It’s a picture of Zelda.”
“Hum, and a very bad one at that,” she pointed out offhandedly.
Brad narrowed his dark eyes and snatched the photo from her, depositing it back into the kangaroo pocket. Sometimes, Barb could be terribly dense. He silently wondered if Zelda’s blood-letting had effected her reasoning abilities. He knew she’d been one of Zelda’s victims; last week he had detected two very miniscule bite marks with his magnifying glass as she had lay sleeping on the blanket beside him here, in this very park.
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