I awoke to purpose. Kill drinkers. First I needed a drink. I
nodded at a middle aged guy with a red cap. His eyes lit up like he’d
discovered the fourth dimension. Nineteen year old dream, staring at him?
Slurrrp. Not that good. Too much realism. Enough to go on.
I marched back to Jardin de Luxembourg, but couldn’t find
any drinkers, so I took the metro to Pigalle. English boys with full sized
bellies wandered along complaining about the tip they had to give. I saw her,
too elegant for the place, in calflength boots of kneaded leather, eyes like
knife holes, and a smile that came from remove.
I reached in to the pocket of my sweatshirt, and got a good
grip on my broken broom handle, and watched as she separated one of the bovine
English boys from his herd, and got him headed off into the dark. I got close,
hearing her say, “Of course. A one time. You and me. No-one needs to know.”
He said, “That’s good. I mean, I really like you, but Inny
wouldn’t like it.” He must have been very drunk.
She laughed. “Inny won’t know.”
I was about to reach out and grab her straightened ponytail
when something slammed me and I flew into the wall. I turned and four trolls
glowered at me. The vixen looked, saw us, and then opened up the boy’s throat.
“Ouch,” he said. Then it seemed to click for him. He was dying, “Inny, I’m
sorry. I thought it was a bit of fun. Oh, Inny . . .” he lost the ability to
speak. Then she dropped him.
She walked over to me. She bent down and looked closely at
me. Blood was smeared all over her face. “Killing drinkers, Yuri?”
I shrugged. The trolls advanced. One of them hit me with
something. It stung like a bitch. Then I realized it stunk to. It dangled form
his hand. A garlic glove in a sock. Great.
He hit me with it again. The sting was so strong I about
blacked out.
The vixen said, “You get it? We know what you did. You got a
couple endings last night, ‘cause no-one knew, but now it’s different. We’re
watching you.”
Smash smash an aura of garlic. The earth opens and swallows
me.
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