Cursed Souls Blood, Brains & Rock'n'roll

Chapter 3 Billy the kid and secret talks

Will inhaled every scent his nose could smell. And it didn't matter to him whether the scents were pleasant or repulsive. He inhaled the scents of flowers and people passing by. He inhaled car exhaust fumes and even sniffed a mongrel that ran by (except for one black cat that had the nerve to run across Will's path, which caused him to make a little trip around the houses). And when he got to the church at the intersection of Simmons and Matheson Streets, Will stood in one place for fifteen minutes and inhaled the smell of fresh paint that had been used to repaint the building just last night.

The reason for this unusual behavior was that in the morning, just a few hours after Daniel Molloy's delicious dinner, Will's nose had smelled one of the worst scents he had ever smelled. Only one thing could have such an unbearable and quite murderous odor for a human: blood digested by a vampire. It was deadly to humans, and to werewolves, who somewhere subconsciously didn't like the bloodsucking kind, the stench was the most disgusting thing in the world.

Will woke up to the disgusting stench and went downstairs into the kitchen. He saw that all the kitchen walls, as well as the floor and ceiling, were covered with blood, which had already dried. In the middle, near the kitchen table, Rob was trying to roll the sleeping Simon over onto his back, who wasn't going to roll over or wake up. Such rude behavior isn't exactly made Will angry. Will was furious. Something inside of him had made a sudden leap, seized control, and now intended to do something Will would be deeply ashamed of in the future. He walked over to Rob, pushed him away with one hand, and used the other to flip Simon over onto his back.

"Brains..." was all Rob could say before Will's fist met Simon's face.

"What's going on?" Simon screamed.

"Nothing special," Will roared in an animal voice. "I JUST WANT TO GET RID OF MY NOSE AND TEAR YOU APART IN THE PROCESS, THAT'S ALL."

His mustaches were quivering in righteous anger, ready to personally mastermind the massacre on the culprit.

"Why are you attacking me?" Simon was still puzzled. "And pardon my vulgar expression, but why the hell are you hitting me in the face?"

"LOOK AROUND YOU, HANDSOME, AND TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE."

Simon looked at Will with a lost expression, then at Rob, and then he saw on the walls what had been the contents of his stomach only a couple hours before. And to Simon's credit, it should be noted that at that moment he experienced some semblance of shame. Not real shame about what he'd done, of course. He wasn't capable of that. But the feeling was still a bit like shame. Though perhaps he was just sorry that so much natural human blood had been used as paint for the walls.

As it turned out in the further conversation, Simon was also sleeping on the floor. What's so unusual about that? Vampires usually sleep hanging upside down, because sleeping in any other position not only kept them from getting a good night's sleep, but they could vomit if they ate a snack before bed. That was exactly what happened to Simon that day.

Now, standing in front of the church and breathing in the smell of paint, Will was relieved that his nose was slowly forgetting the nightmarish incident that had occurred that morning. His thoughts, however, were still preoccupied with the unapologetic and defiant behavior he'd performed toward Simon. But Will consoled himself that cleaning the kitchen alone would help him redeem himself a little. When the disgusting scent finally left his nostrils, Will looked around the church building, sighed as if an angry crowd with silver pitchforks awaited him outside the doors, and stepped inside.

St. Veronica's Church was the largest and most visited church in Springwood. This fact was probably related not so much to how devout the people of Springwood were, but to the fact that St. Veronica's was the only church in the entire town. However, this fact didn't bother the locals, who proudly told every visitor that St. Veronica's was the largest and most visited church in Springwood. But it must be said that the church was often the very last place that would interest visiting tourists. Although, frankly speaking, Springwood has never enjoyed even the smallest popularity with tourists. There weren't even a dozen monuments in the town, and half of them were ordinary but quite large boulders.