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wore. But unlike those doctor guys, she wore a short skirt that'd just have looked stupid on them. It didn't look stupid on her. Billy didn't know who this gal was, but he did know she had really long legs that ended in high heels. She was carrying a stack of papers in her arms and walking down a lit path towards the stables.
    Billy stepped back from the telescope and looked down at his skateboard sitting on the floor at his feet. “Well hello, doctor lady.”
    When Billy placed his eyeball back to the telescope to get another look, the girl was gone. “Damn.”
    Billy had his board under his arm and headed out the door, into the hallway. He didn't know why he was so interested in this lady all of a sudden — she looked like she was really old, like twenty-five maybe. But it wouldn't hurt to skate down there and say hello and be friendly. Maybe she needed help carrying all those papers?
    Billy looked for a door leading outside for fifteen minutes and never found one, so he improvised by opening a window and rolling out onto the lawn. The grounds were quiet, and she had been the only thing he'd seen moving. Billy got his bearings and found a path that led down in the general direction of where she'd been walking. It seemed smooth enough.
    Standing atop his board and silently rolling down the hill, he was remembering the girl from the cement factory. That pretty girl that the gypsy woman had told him was named Anastasia — the one who'd gotten him into all that vampire trouble on the baseball field and started all this mess. Billy realized he still kinda had a thing for her, but he'd been all around the world and fought monsters since then — and true badasses had to keep moving and could never look back.
    â€œHope you're okay, baby-cakes, but Billy Purgatory always picks girl in the headlights over girl in the rearview.”
    On top of these big hills that looked over the whole town, Billy never expected to see vampires, or that girl, ever again.
    He kicked his board into the air and caught it as his feet left the end of the concrete and slammed down into the grass. Billy could just make out the path that the girl with the papers and the legs had been heading down, and the vast stable complex just beyond a fountain and some trees. He remembered that he told his Mom he'd be showing up for dinner, and that he'd take a bath, but none of that was happening. He didn't even know what time it was anyway. If he could ever find the kitchen in that shopping mall he lived in, he'd throw together a turkey sammich.
    Adventures first — always.
    As he got closer, the place didn't look much like any barn he'd ever seen. It didn't smell like horse poop either, but Billy wasn't sure if that was welcome or kind of a buzzkill. He smelled something sweet, like flowers or other nonsense that girls liked. Perfume — and he suddenly was sure that he was on the right track.
    The big sliding doors leading into the place were wide open, and there were lights and noise coming from inside it. Music? Billy wasn't sure exactly what he was listening to, but he was sure that he was digging it. All barns should have no horses in them and play loud music and have girls there. The more he thought about it, this sounded like how Pop described the bar he used to hang out at down the highway. “This must be where Pop is.”
    Billy pushed within with renewed diligence — seeing Pop and having a few root beers was just what he needed to take the edge off all the traveling he'd been up to that week. “That's why Mom bought this place, the bar is here. This estate might be kickass after all.”
    Still no damn trampoline, though.
    Walking into the joint, Billy learned that it didn't go on for too long before he came to a metal railing. While the roof was high and had several stories above him, composed of open terraces, catwalks, and stairs, the music was actually coming from below. Looking down into a sunken room,