Vampire World (VAMPIRE WORLD #1)

Part 20 Home Invasion

Chapter 19: Home Invasion

            We pulled up at Brett’s house and I could see straight away that there was a heap of big trouble going on. Both of his parents were standing outside in their night robes, sobbing away.

            “It’s in the house right now,” Mr. Naz told us. His wife was too traumatized to talk. “I’ve called pest control. They're on their way.”

            “Dammit!” cursed Brett. “That’s expensive!”

            He rushed into the house and I followed him. What I saw inside horrified me. A giant creature made up entirely of blood-red slime was slobbed out across virtually the entire living room, sucking up everything it could and flooding the place with its disgusting mucus.

            Brett threw a chair at the single eye sticking up from this appalling blob of gook, but it simply bounced off and was then sucked into its gelatinous body. The chair was completely soaked, just like most everything else in the living room.

            “Uggg!” Brett screamed. We heard sirens.

            Outside, trucks were now parking in front of the house. Vampires wearing protective masks approached holding heavy hoses.

            They rushed into the house and immediately started spraying the creature with some sort of pink liquid. The monster hissed angrily as it got doused by the pink stuff. Then it slithered up the wall and onto the ceiling in an attempt to escape, all the time hissing ever louder as the professionals continued aiming their hoses at it.

            “It’s called Nitroide Sioxide,” Brett said. “It kills those damn things.”

            After a minute or two the mammoth slime monster began to shrink quite rapidly. Soon it was no more than the size of a roach. Unable to grasp onto the ceiling any longer, it fell to the ground and was instantly stepped on by one of the exterminators. Good riddance!

            The creature was dead, but the living room had been left in a slimy shambles. The TV, sofa and furniture were all complete write-offs. The only good news was that, due to the Slimeberg being  unable to get through closed doors, the bedrooms had been spared.

            Brett’s parents rushed inside. Both wept as they looked at all the destruction. A pest control worker removed his mask.

            “I don’t know how that thing could have gotten in here,” he said. “It’s most unusual for a Slimeberg to get from the swamps into town. Somebody must have put it here.”

            “Whoever did it, I’ll kill ‘em,” Mr. Naz shouted between sobs.

            It appeared Brett was thinking the same thing when the pest control worker told them that the extermination cost would be 150 Carns. Brett volunteered to pay. He was sweet to go broke for his parents.

            “You’ll have to call a sanitary crew to come clean this place,” the pest worker said. “I wouldn’t recommend living here until all the slime is gone.”

            The workers departed, leaving Brett’s parents to continue mourning the loss of their stuff. Again, Mr. Naz took it especially hard.

            “It’s not fair,” he complained. “Rich folks can survive this. But look at us. We lose everything. And we ain’t gonna get it back 'cos everything is so damn expensive.”