What We Do In the Shadows: "Jen..."

What We Do In The Shadows: "Jen..."Part XCIX...

What We Do In The Shadows: "Jen..."

Summary: There are unexpected consequences when Laszlo seeks a new human familiar...

Part XCIX...

Colin Robinson, now on the white and for him, disturbingly bouncy sofa...Having managed to reach it when briefly overcome by some terrible draining force of unknown Good.

As if some specific and for him, dreadful, event had just occurred, sucking back the lifeforce he'd drained out of others early, having kept for strategic reasons his oath not to drain...Much...At the reception...

However, in Ginny's moody and young daughter Ellie, his reluctant companion on the couch...Who'd intended to get up as soon as the bald dork in beige suit and pants...God, why don't guys like this just off themselves so we don't have to look at them?...Had chosen to sit down near her on the huge couch.

Like, who is this guy, even among this vast pool of losers?

But, for some reason...Long day...Ennui at this collection of old farts and losers? She was finding herself unable to follow her instinct to just get up and...

Nothing like a surly 19- year old to recharge the old energy vamp batteries...Colin thinks, contentedly.

But what the hell...And I mean that literally...Has happened?

Well, since no one is likely gonna be comin' by to bring me up to speed...Maybe I'd do best to get up and chat with our ladies. At least one or two of the brain-dead sorta human zombies are sure to know a little about this.

Above all, what's this crap about Nandor and Dracula battling it out downstairs over a board game with that bitch the revived, reincarnated, whatever...Cicely...In attendance? By all rights they should have moved to a real Unlife fight to the final Death and I should be getting a power surge royale from down there. Not to mention I want to be in at the kill...Or final draining.

Damn that coward Nandor...I know, he's surrendering to Dracula's little girl and her once mighty, now pathetic Dad. Worthless son of a...

Still...I'm not getting that drain of total defeat that his dusting for "oh, so" noble reasons would bring...

No...He eyes Ellie. "Hey, Colin Robinson, the Cravensworth's accountant and a temp worker for your mom. You are Ginny's girl, right?"

"Yeah..." wanly contemptuous look.

"You know this place was once a sanitary landfill for the City of New York, all the way back to the Dutch?"

"What?" she vaguely murmurs.

"The laws on sanitation in Dutch colonial times are just fascinating, I've made a thorough study..."

Yes, my recharge proceeds apace. Patience, the trap of the ev, second only to monotony. Round two is coming, you bastards.

...

The basement battlefield...

"Better?" Dr. Acura pats Nandor. "Abraham used cocaine with me, but that was all we had then. Fortunately one benefit of my nature was I couldn't get addicted, at least not at first. But I find a shot of Valium helps." He returns syringe to his medical pouch, wisely brought along in his suit.

"Sorry you're in such pain, Mr. Relentless." Althea, sympathetically. "It comes to all redeemed vampires and demons. My Will's was awful. I had to keep him locked in a cellar for weeks."

"All those poor people...And it wasn't a fair post-battle defeat slaughter..." Nandor sighs. "Thank you, it's better now, a bit."

"Sorry I had to hold you down, sir." Althea, apologetically. "It might have really frightened everyone upstairs."