And then, like a charming fairy tale told by the neighbor hippie parents...
"'Tonight, half hour ago, she started screaming. It was terrible. Whitman and I ran in and found her thrashing about in the bed. There were two bites, on her neck. Oozing blood. The window was wide open. The wind was just terrible. And the room... well, it just spelled bad, man. Like a...a crypt.'
'What the hell are you saying? You think she was bitten by a vampire?'
'I know it. I just know it. It had to be a vampire.'
She was correct about the window being open and there was indeed a fetid aroma in the room and there certainly was blood on the pillow and Tony sure as hell had marks on her throat and, yes, her eyes were still glazed.
I didn't object when Sage and Whitman scurried about laying heads of garlic on window sills and under Tony's pillows and even stringing a head (Red Tempest from Formosa) around her throat.
'It might have been a raccoon,' I said. 'Or a feral cat. You better take her to the doctor tomorrow. You know, raccoons and cats can carry rabies.'
'Are you kidding? With our two dogs out there? There haven't been cats or raccoons around this place since we moved in.'
~~~
Well, the garlic worked. Tony recovered from the vampire bites.
But the garlic did not succeed as well as a contraceptive would have. Tony gave birth to a beautiful son with dark hair and light-blue eyes.
Sage and Whitman still hang garlic all over the house. Even under Tony's pillow."
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