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incredulously.
Upon closer examination of fresh shaving nicks, she noticed that his face glowed. He appeared unearthly because everything about him was dark, except for his cheeks and chin, unbleached by the sun.
“That would be James Maclemar to you,” he said with a frown. He selected the correct key and unlocked her restraints.
“Where the hell were you?”
“Sorry. I’m a deep sleeper.”
Poe was speechless.
“I’ve brought your gun,” he said, reaching for the Ziploc’ed Glock tucked behind his back. Almost everything in her pack was sealed in plastic. The light drizzle was threatening to turn into rain.
Before he could hand it to her, Maclemar found himself zooming thirty feet up in the air and tersely dropped into the chilly water by a sour-faced Trampoline Man. Within seconds the jumping 60
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wonder returned with his pig-eater companion in his arms. Both glared furiously.
“Lucky for you. We have a few more Revs in our boats,” said Trampoline Man.
Just looking at the pair of thugs wearied Poe.
She’d had enough. She was starving, worn out, highly confused by James Maclemar’s make-over, and devastated by her dog’s watery death. Before the two vampires could hurt her, Poe spoke.
“Hold it, boys,” she said steadily. “Hold off trying to chomp on my neck. I’d like you both to take a good look at my face. Look familiar?”
If Passionada hadn’t been lying about her fugitive status, then Poe thought she could bide her time until she was strong enough to take on the two bozos harpooning her with their eyes.
“You’re killing time, gel. I got your numba,” the roundish undead with a New England accent said, batting away the fish and scalp found hanging slapdash on the boat. The mound of recently sliced head parts he booted into the waters.
“You will be our dessert after all,” seconded Trampoline Man as he took a step toward her. “Like it or not.”
“Hold up. This is the face that can make all your dreams come true,” she said quickly as he took another step closer. “Recognize this scar?” She traced the five-inch scrape job from forehead to cheek.
“Beverly Hills mansion, unlimited cattle…”
“Oh shit, Herbie,” Trampoline Man exclaimed.
He smacked his forehead with an open palm. “This is the cattle rustler everyone’s been looking for. For like two years. The one who disfigured Pretty Boy Trench and stole our Downtown food reserve.”
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“We can’t be this lucky. No way.” said Herbie with a slight hesitation. “The elusive Julia Poe, cattle thief and Sainvire’s whore? We’re going to be master vampires, man. No more boat patrol for us!”
“Um, excuse me,” Poe interjected, seething. She massaged her bruised wrist slow-like. “I’m not Sainvire’s whore.”
“Whatevah you say, gel,” Manitoba giggled then turned to Trampoline Man. “Ain’t she small?
Thought she would be a six-footah at least.”
“It’s all propaganda so Trench won’t look like a pussy.”
“Yup. And she don’t look so bad even with the scah,” said Manitoba as he examined her with a critical eye. “Sainvire could always spot the diamond in the rough. I hear his new girlfriend’s a looka. A masta vamp from Nevada. This girl’s hootas ain’t bad.”
Poe’s eyes narrowed from the conversation.
Fatigue exited her body the more insults they threw her way. And what’s this about Sainvire’s new girlfriend?
“Um, excuse me, but don’t talk to me,” she said, grinding her teeth, “like I’m not standing in front of you.”
“Oh yeah? What are ya gonna do about it?
You’re gonna do more of that kung fu shit?”
A spiteful uppercut from Poe and a delectable kick in the groin quickly erased Herbie’s smug grin.
Judging by the pain registering on his chubby vampiric face, Manitoba wasn’t as gifted in healing as the Revenents.
“Yup! That kung fu shit.”
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Trampoline Man she attacked
Upon closer examination of fresh shaving nicks, she noticed that his face glowed. He appeared unearthly because everything about him was dark, except for his cheeks and chin, unbleached by the sun.
“That would be James Maclemar to you,” he said with a frown. He selected the correct key and unlocked her restraints.
“Where the hell were you?”
“Sorry. I’m a deep sleeper.”
Poe was speechless.
“I’ve brought your gun,” he said, reaching for the Ziploc’ed Glock tucked behind his back. Almost everything in her pack was sealed in plastic. The light drizzle was threatening to turn into rain.
Before he could hand it to her, Maclemar found himself zooming thirty feet up in the air and tersely dropped into the chilly water by a sour-faced Trampoline Man. Within seconds the jumping 60
Rono/DEAD SURROUND
wonder returned with his pig-eater companion in his arms. Both glared furiously.
“Lucky for you. We have a few more Revs in our boats,” said Trampoline Man.
Just looking at the pair of thugs wearied Poe.
She’d had enough. She was starving, worn out, highly confused by James Maclemar’s make-over, and devastated by her dog’s watery death. Before the two vampires could hurt her, Poe spoke.
“Hold it, boys,” she said steadily. “Hold off trying to chomp on my neck. I’d like you both to take a good look at my face. Look familiar?”
If Passionada hadn’t been lying about her fugitive status, then Poe thought she could bide her time until she was strong enough to take on the two bozos harpooning her with their eyes.
“You’re killing time, gel. I got your numba,” the roundish undead with a New England accent said, batting away the fish and scalp found hanging slapdash on the boat. The mound of recently sliced head parts he booted into the waters.
“You will be our dessert after all,” seconded Trampoline Man as he took a step toward her. “Like it or not.”
“Hold up. This is the face that can make all your dreams come true,” she said quickly as he took another step closer. “Recognize this scar?” She traced the five-inch scrape job from forehead to cheek.
“Beverly Hills mansion, unlimited cattle…”
“Oh shit, Herbie,” Trampoline Man exclaimed.
He smacked his forehead with an open palm. “This is the cattle rustler everyone’s been looking for. For like two years. The one who disfigured Pretty Boy Trench and stole our Downtown food reserve.”
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“We can’t be this lucky. No way.” said Herbie with a slight hesitation. “The elusive Julia Poe, cattle thief and Sainvire’s whore? We’re going to be master vampires, man. No more boat patrol for us!”
“Um, excuse me,” Poe interjected, seething. She massaged her bruised wrist slow-like. “I’m not Sainvire’s whore.”
“Whatevah you say, gel,” Manitoba giggled then turned to Trampoline Man. “Ain’t she small?
Thought she would be a six-footah at least.”
“It’s all propaganda so Trench won’t look like a pussy.”
“Yup. And she don’t look so bad even with the scah,” said Manitoba as he examined her with a critical eye. “Sainvire could always spot the diamond in the rough. I hear his new girlfriend’s a looka. A masta vamp from Nevada. This girl’s hootas ain’t bad.”
Poe’s eyes narrowed from the conversation.
Fatigue exited her body the more insults they threw her way. And what’s this about Sainvire’s new girlfriend?
“Um, excuse me, but don’t talk to me,” she said, grinding her teeth, “like I’m not standing in front of you.”
“Oh yeah? What are ya gonna do about it?
You’re gonna do more of that kung fu shit?”
A spiteful uppercut from Poe and a delectable kick in the groin quickly erased Herbie’s smug grin.
Judging by the pain registering on his chubby vampiric face, Manitoba wasn’t as gifted in healing as the Revenents.
“Yup! That kung fu shit.”
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Trampoline Man she attacked
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