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Authors: Rick Gualtieri
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major freak-out. Not too surprising, all things considered.
“Mom sounds kind of upset.”
“I noticed,” said my father, sarcasm oozing out of his voice. “Do you want to know why?” he asked, despite the fact that I had a pretty good idea why and he most likely knew it.
“Why?” I asked innocently.
“Because right now she's vacuuming up a pile of Angel dust!” he growled.
“Angel dust? You know, she should hold on to that. I hear the street value's off the charts if it's the good stuff.”
“I'm not laughing, William.”
“Sorry, sir,” I automatically replied, despite being an adult, having a job, living on my own, and...oh yeah...being a freaking vampire. “What happened?” I asked, genuinely curious. After all, I wasn't entirely sure how things had played out...especially since I had made it a point to bug out before my parents got home, even going so far as donning a hoodie, sunglasses, and ski mask so as to brave the daylight without bursting into flames. Probably not the manliest way I could have handled the situation, but I like to think there's a fine line between bravery and idiocy. Sticking around would have definitely crossed that line.
“When we got home, your mother noticed the cat was acting a little strange,” my father explained. “It was hissing and carrying on.”
“They're cats,” I replied, again donning an innocent tone. “They go loopy every now and then.”
“Don't be stupid. You know Angel,” chided my dad. “You could step on the stupid cat's...sorry, dear...head, and she wouldn't bat a whisker. But not today. When we got home, she was going absolutely nuts. And there was something wrong with her eyes. They had gone all black like a shark's. That definitely was not normal.”
“Distemper?” I unhelpfully queried.
“Not unless it was the most extreme case of distemper there's ever been,” Dad continued. “Your mom was a mess. Made me go get the cat carrier so we could rush her to the vet.” Oh boy, I think I knew where this was going. “I had the damnedest time getting her in it, too. Little bitch kept going after me.”
“She didn't bite you, did she?” I asked worriedly. I hadn't considered that. I wasn't even sure she could pass it back to humans, but it was a risk I wasn't really willing to take...at least not with my parents.
“No, but she came damn close. I had to put on some work gloves to finally get her in. Then it got weird.” ( Yeah, I bet it did )
“I'm listening.”
“Your mom got in the car, but I had left my wallet in the house. I sat the cat carrier out on the walk and went back inside to grab it, and then...”
“In the sun?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“What?”
“Did you leave the carrier in the sun?” I repeated.
“I don't know. I guess so. What does it matter?” dad asked irritably. “All I know is that one minute it's quiet, and the next I hear your mother carrying on like a mad woman. I ran back outside, and do you know what I found? The cat carrier was on fire. I'm not just talking a few sparks either. It was like someone doused it with rocket fuel.”
I was definitely starting to get a sinking feeling in my stomach.
“By the time I got the hose, though, the fire was already out.” Dad went on with his gruesome tale. “The damnedest thing was the cat. I was expecting her to be all burnt up, but there was nothing left. She was completely vaporized. All that was left was a pile of ashes with her collar sticking out of it.”
“Wow. That's...bizarre,” I said, understating the whole thing.
“Yes, bizarre is one word for it. So that's why I want to know whether or not anything odd happened this weekend while you were around.”
“No idea,” I lied. “Like I said, dad, it was a slow weekend. Barely saw the cat. She kept to herself. Other than that, not much going on...hello, dad? Dad? I'm losing
“Mom sounds kind of upset.”
“I noticed,” said my father, sarcasm oozing out of his voice. “Do you want to know why?” he asked, despite the fact that I had a pretty good idea why and he most likely knew it.
“Why?” I asked innocently.
“Because right now she's vacuuming up a pile of Angel dust!” he growled.
“Angel dust? You know, she should hold on to that. I hear the street value's off the charts if it's the good stuff.”
“I'm not laughing, William.”
“Sorry, sir,” I automatically replied, despite being an adult, having a job, living on my own, and...oh yeah...being a freaking vampire. “What happened?” I asked, genuinely curious. After all, I wasn't entirely sure how things had played out...especially since I had made it a point to bug out before my parents got home, even going so far as donning a hoodie, sunglasses, and ski mask so as to brave the daylight without bursting into flames. Probably not the manliest way I could have handled the situation, but I like to think there's a fine line between bravery and idiocy. Sticking around would have definitely crossed that line.
“When we got home, your mother noticed the cat was acting a little strange,” my father explained. “It was hissing and carrying on.”
“They're cats,” I replied, again donning an innocent tone. “They go loopy every now and then.”
“Don't be stupid. You know Angel,” chided my dad. “You could step on the stupid cat's...sorry, dear...head, and she wouldn't bat a whisker. But not today. When we got home, she was going absolutely nuts. And there was something wrong with her eyes. They had gone all black like a shark's. That definitely was not normal.”
“Distemper?” I unhelpfully queried.
“Not unless it was the most extreme case of distemper there's ever been,” Dad continued. “Your mom was a mess. Made me go get the cat carrier so we could rush her to the vet.” Oh boy, I think I knew where this was going. “I had the damnedest time getting her in it, too. Little bitch kept going after me.”
“She didn't bite you, did she?” I asked worriedly. I hadn't considered that. I wasn't even sure she could pass it back to humans, but it was a risk I wasn't really willing to take...at least not with my parents.
“No, but she came damn close. I had to put on some work gloves to finally get her in. Then it got weird.” ( Yeah, I bet it did )
“I'm listening.”
“Your mom got in the car, but I had left my wallet in the house. I sat the cat carrier out on the walk and went back inside to grab it, and then...”
“In the sun?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“What?”
“Did you leave the carrier in the sun?” I repeated.
“I don't know. I guess so. What does it matter?” dad asked irritably. “All I know is that one minute it's quiet, and the next I hear your mother carrying on like a mad woman. I ran back outside, and do you know what I found? The cat carrier was on fire. I'm not just talking a few sparks either. It was like someone doused it with rocket fuel.”
I was definitely starting to get a sinking feeling in my stomach.
“By the time I got the hose, though, the fire was already out.” Dad went on with his gruesome tale. “The damnedest thing was the cat. I was expecting her to be all burnt up, but there was nothing left. She was completely vaporized. All that was left was a pile of ashes with her collar sticking out of it.”
“Wow. That's...bizarre,” I said, understating the whole thing.
“Yes, bizarre is one word for it. So that's why I want to know whether or not anything odd happened this weekend while you were around.”
“No idea,” I lied. “Like I said, dad, it was a slow weekend. Barely saw the cat. She kept to herself. Other than that, not much going on...hello, dad? Dad? I'm losing
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