Vampire Hunter: Corey Crowgarden's guide to killing vampires for fun and profit.

Lesson 2 part 1

I hate to lean on sterotypes, but sometimes they ae there for a reason. Now, they may have been perfectly nice gentlemen, dressed in leather and spikes and with long, rough beards and tattoos of snakes and skulls down their arms.
Bobby went outside, as though to look for something in the car but keeping the bikes and riders in the peripheral.
They pulled up in front of number 9, parking their bikes next to the stolen car. They got off the bikes and undid their helmets. They pounded on the door and it opened. Bobby noticed a slender arm opening the screen and the riders went inside out of the late afternoon light.
He went back inside with a box from the trunk of the car.
"Hey," Bobby said, dropping the unnecessary box on the dresser, "I know I said I would do the spell, but do you think you could do it?"
"Why?" Carrie asked, "what ya got in mind?"
"Hi, I'm Vern," Bobby said with a smile.
"Oh no, not Vern," she said. "Should I call an ambulance as well as the cops?"
"Nah," Bobby said, "I bet they're really sweet..."
"...Once you get to know them. Where's the first aid kit," she said. "I don't think you will be able to wait that long."
"Always enjoy our pep talks,"Bobby said.
Vern was a pretty straight forward bit. He's a harmless git. Asks a lot of dumb quesions and is completely unaggressive, but can't take a hint. You stand there and observe what you can. Sometimes, people are patient. Sometimes less so.
"Let me call the cops first," Carrie said. "It will take them time to get here."
"Sure," he said, "Set up the ear to the wall too."
She went through the the items and set up the ritual. It was pretty straight forward. The problem she had was focus. First Mum sick, then Dad going missing, now Tim and Crystal being burned out and gone these are all things weighing on her mind and now Bobby wanting to cowboy and mess with these bikers.
He could see by the look on her face she wasn't happy. Her hand was shaking as she mixed the potions and prepared the candles.
"You want to go," he said. He took the cup and finished the lacquer around the edge.
"No," she said. "I don't think either of us needs to go. Bobby, these guys are dangerous."
"Okay," he said, "We'll listen at the wall. If we don't get what we need, then I'll pull out Vern."
She let out a sigh of relief and he walked across the room and wrapped his arms around her.
"I know this has to be tough on you," Bobby said.
She squeezed him back, "let's listen to what these jerks have to say."
He finished up the rest of the spell and focused his attention of the cup affixed to the wall. he thought of the molecules that made up the cup and the atoms that made up the cup and how the atoms were the same as the atoms of the wall and down to the quantum which made up everything. He focused his breathing, trying to feel the his attachment through the quantum. He reached with his mind through the wall. He pressed his mind and thoughts into room 9.
They were sitting around. There were the two bikers, and there was the woman. She was petite, maybe a breath over five foot and slight. He could feel the power in her. She was tainted, human and vampire blood coursing through her veins.
Bobby could hear the woman's voice.
"It'll be up soon," she said. "it'll be very hungry. You were supposed to find the hunter, and find all ot the things he stole."
"We will have the items tonight. They are in the cottage! We tracked them there using the blood." Said the youngest biker, sitting on the edge of the bed, smoking.
"You better finish that smoke before it wakes up. You know how it hates that."
"You know I will," he said then took a sip of his beer.
"What have you two lined up for it? It's going to be thirsty, and pissed, because we didn't get this done."
"Not our fault," said the older biker.
"Like it'll care. It's going to take it out on us. Who are you gonna feed it. I was thinking the paki's, but that'll piss it off more," she said.
"I saw a nice car at the end of the row," said the old biker "and some putz."
"He'd be perfect."
"So, we are agreed then," she said. "When the monster wakes up we'll feed the guy at the end of the row to it. If we need more we'll get the Paki's."
"Okay, Grace. By my watch we got half an hour," said the young biker.
"I think we got less than that," said the old biker, moving the curtain and looking out the window at the police car that had pulled up behind the car and bikes.