Vampire Stories

Mirror Image - A human hull transformed into an everlasting prince of the night, a Vampire. So much is gained, but not without loss.

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Vampire Stories - Please Won't You By My Neighbor

ACT III

Smith drew his arms straight down in front of himself, his hands doubled into fists. “My fence is leaning, that’s what! You’re idiot of a dog must have jumped onto it and knocked it down.”

“Nonsense,” Drake eased out slowly, completely dismissing Smith’s attack. “She’s been inside all evening. Or….do you need a sworn statement?”

Morty was barking violently now, probably disturbed over his master’s lost control. The dog was jumping even higher.

“That’s not funny, Jones!” Smith yelled back, his mouth a sour clarinet. “You’re going to pay for this fence, as well as for all my pain and suffering. Thanks to you and your rotten dog, I’ve haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in months!”

“Months?” Drake queried, growing tired of Smith’s antics. “Duchess hasn’t been here for months.” He paused, shifting his weight to his other leg, then continued, “By the way, this fence belonged to the previous property owner of this home. When I bought him out, the fence became my property as well.”

“Well we’ll just see about that!”

Smith went to turn, Drake deciding to give Morty a little help by a little transferring of power.

Morty was virtually levitating over Smith’s outraged, shocked face, then as Drake released the spell, the dog bounced into the fence, taking it down as he fell.

Everything was locked in total silence, save the two mosquitoes buzzing around Smith’s head. Drake was hopeful that they carried the West Nile Virus and would take a sting at his nasty neighbor.

Smith wiped his head with a large hand, then shook his head.

“Jones, looks like Duchess isn’t the goof. I-I….would you…”

“Smith, apology unnecessary – as long as you consider the matter dropped?” Drake offered, deciding that he liked seeing Smith groveling.

“You’ve got it,” Smith assured.

“By the way, Smith,” Drake continued, deciding to completely clear the air. “You might want to try enrolling Morty in some behavioral classes.”

“Right. Will do,” Smith assured, calling Morty out of his daze where he lay hassling on the ground, the tumbled fence beside him. He rose quickly and ran inside the house with Smith.

Things settled into sweet harmony as the days sifted into weeks, and the weeks into months.

Smith had told Drake that he’d invested in a few sets of earplugs to ensure unbroken sleep.

As for Drake, he spent his nights in the peaceful company of Duchess and Morty who howled the night away in peaceful unction. The canine behavioral school had done a bang-up job, teaching Morty how to howl a perfect alto.

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