You Suck: A Love Story Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen cypher wish wells a Dead WhoreFinding her boyfriend tied naked to an upright make love entrap, cover in line of products, with a abruptly, blue dominatrix at his feet would be enough to rattle some womens confidence in the stability of their relationship. Some women might even take it as a sign of trouble. But Jody had been hit for a number of years shed dated rock musicians and stockbrokers and was conditi nonpargonild to unusual bumps on the road of romance, so she simply sighed and kicked the hooker in the ribs more as a conversation opener than a tab that the ho was dead and verbalize, So, rough night?Awk-ward, Abby sang, peeking in the opening, and so immediately swinging endorse into the h onlyway.I forgot my safety word, Tommy give tongue to.Jody nodded. Well, that had to be embarrassing.She foil me.You okay?Yeah. But it hurt. A lot. Tommy looked past Jody toward the door. Hi, AbbyAbby swung around the corner. Lord Flood, she said, with a nod and a little grin. Then she looked mickle at the body, her eyes went wide, and she swung tail end out into the h all(prenominal).Howre your sisters lice? Tommy said.shampoo didnt call on. Abby called, without looking in. We had to s welcome her head.Sorry rough that.Its okay. She looks kind of cool, in a Make a appetency kid kind of way.Jody said. Abby, why dont you come in and shut the door? If some ane walks by and looks in, it might, oh, I dont k at present, revolt them out a little. Kay, said Abby. She stepped in and palmed the door shut shag her, as if the clicking of the door fastening might actually be the thing that would attract attention.I think I killed her, Tommy said. She was beating me, and she wanted me to bite her, so I did. I think I drained her dry.Well, shes dead all right. Jody r apieceed down and tossed the blue hookers arm up. It fell back to the floor. But you didnt drain her.I didnt?Shed be dust if you did. essence attack or stroke or something. Loo ks like most of her blood went on you and the carpet.Yeah, I phase of tore her throat out and she fell before I could finish.Well, what did she expect? You were tied up.You dont tallym that daunted by it. I thought youd be jealous.Did you ask her to bring you here and beat you until you snapped and killed her?Nope.Did you encourage her to beat you until you snapped and killed her?Of course not.And you didnt get turned on her beating you until you snapped and killed her.Honestly?Youre naked and chained to a bed frame, and Im well(p) inches away from both a riding crop and your genitals. I think honesty would be a good policy.Well, honestly, the killing part was kind of a turn-on.But not sexual.No way. It was tout ensemble homicidal lust.Then were okay.Really, youre not mad?Im just glad youre okay.I should feel bad about it, I know, tho I dont.That happens.Some bitches just need killing, Abby said, looking briefly at Tommy, then realizing he was naked chthonic all that blood, l ooking away quickly.There you go, Jody said. She stepped up and began to undo his restraints. They were biramous bands of fleece and nylon, with heavy metal shackles locked over them. What did she buy these for, to handcuff a grizzly bear? Abby, buffalo chip the body for a key.Nuh-uh, Abby said, staring down at the dead blue hooker.Jody noticed that the kid was rivet on the breasts, which were defying gravity, and apparently death itself, by standing in that location at complete attention. Those arent real, Jody said.I knew that.She was a very mean woman, Tommy said, trying to avail. With really big yet insincere boobs. Dont be afraid.Abby tore her gaze from the dead womans chest and looked from Tommy, to Jody, to Jodys chest, and back to the body. Fucksocks Does everybody capture big boobs but me? God, I hate you guys She ran out the door and slammed it behind her.I do not have big boobs, Jody said.Perfectly proportioned, Tommy said. Perfect, really. give thankss, sweetie, Jody said, kissing him on the lips thin so as not to get a taste of the working girls blood.I think I power saw her hang the key in Lashs Forty-Fucking-Niners hat rack by the door.I really need to ascertain you how to go to mist, Jody said, retrieving the key.Yeah, that would have helped me avoid a lot of this.You know the Animals sold you out, right?I shtupt see them doing that. She must have blackmailed them or something.Clint told the cops, too. Rivera and Cavuto had our store staked out.Clint doesnt really count, though. He traded in all his moral c expirationibility in this world when he committed to live forever.Amazing how badly the promise of immortality makes people behave.Like it doesnt matter how you treat people, Tommy said.There Jody finally got the shackle on Tommys right wrist unlocked and started workings on the left. They were heavy, but she thought that given the motivation of torture, she could have broken loose, or at least torn apart the bed frame. You c ouldnt just snap these?I guess I need to work out. He scratched his nose furiously. So, should we hide the body or something?No, I think its a good example for your buddies.Right.What about the cops?Not our problem, she said as she twisted the key in the lock and snapped the restraint off-key his left wrist. We dont have a dead blue hooker in our apartment.Thats an excellent point, Tommy said, rubbing his wrist. Thank you for rescuing me, by the way. I love you. He grabbed her and pulled her to him, nearly tumbling over on his face when she stepped back and he encountered the resistance of his ankle restraints.I love you, too, she said, palming his forehead and pushing him back on balance, but you are covered with skank oil and you will not get it on my new welt jacket.In the cab, Abby pouted sticking out her lower lip far enough that pink was showing higher up her black lipstick, making her look vaguely like a cat eating a plum. ripe drop me at my house.Tommy, who sat in the m iddle, wearing one of Lashs Forty-Niners jerseys, lay his arm around Abbys shoulders to sympathizer her.Its okay, kid. You did great. We are most pleased with you.Abby snorted and looked out the window. Jody, in turn, put her arm around Tommys neck and delve her nails into his shoulder. Shut up, she whispered, so soft that only Tommy would be able to hear it. Youre not helping.Look, Abby, Jody said, its not something that happens all at once, like in the movies. Sometimes you have to eat bugs for years before you become one of the chosen.I know I did, Tommy said. Beetles, bugs, spiders, mice, rats, snakes, marmosets, OUCH Stop that, Ive been tortured already tonight. You twain are just into each other, Abby said. You dont charge about anyone else. Were like cattle to you.The cabdriver, who was a Hindu, looked in the rear-view mirror.So whats your point? Jody said.Tommy elbowed her in the ribs.Kidding. Jeez. Abby, we care very deeply about you. Weve trusted you with everything. In fact, you may have saved my life tonight.Tommy reared back and looked at Jody.Long story, the redhead said. Then to Abby again Get some rest and come to the loft tomorrow at dusk. Well talk about your future.Abby pass over her arms. Tomorrow is Christmas. Im trapped with the family.Tomorrow is Christmas? Tommy said.Yeah, Jody said. So?The Animals wont be working. I have some issues with them.You were thinking revenge?Well, yeah.Jody patted the flight bag on the seat, which held all of the coin that the Animals had paid to Blue, almost six hundred thousand dollars. I think you have that covered.Tommy frowned. Im beginning to mistrust the steadiness of your moral compass.Sure, Im the one with skewed ethics, when you spent the whole night tied up and get the better of by a blue dominatrix and then ripping her throat out.You make everything sound so sleazy.Abby put her fingers in her mouth and whistled shrill and nearly deafening in the enclosed space. Hello, theres a cabdriver here. Would you two shut the fuck up.Hey, Jody said.Hey, Tommy said.Hey, you, little creepy girl, said the cabdriver, you will not be whistling in my cab again or I will be putting you out on the curb.Sorry, Abby said.Sorry, Tommy and Jody said in unison.With the exception of the odd serial killer, and car salesmen who think of them as the perfect unit for measuring rod trunk space, nobody likes a dead whore. (Yeah, you can get five-maybe six dead hookers in this shaver.)She looks so natural, said Troy Lee, looking down on Blue. Except for the way her arm is bent under her and the riding crop and the blood everywhere, I mean.And shes blue, said Lash.The other Animals nodded mournfully.It was turning out to be a stressful morning for the Animals cleaning up the mess that Jody had made of the store, getting Drew to the emergency room to get his forehead sewn up where the wine bottle had hit him (they immediately passed around the painkillers he was prescribed, which help to take the edge off), then explaining the broken front window to the manager when he came in, and now this Youre the one with almost an MBA, Barry, the short balding one, said to Lash. You should know what to do.They dont cover what to do with a dead hooker, Lash countered. Thats a whole different program. Political science, I think.Despite the dulling theyd given themselves with the painkillers and a exercise of beer theyd shared in the parking lot at the Safeway, they were all feeling sad, and a little frightened.Gustavo is the porter, Clint said. Shouldnt he do the cleanups?Ahhhhh said Jeff, the tall ex-jock, as he thumped Clint on the head with a protruding knuckle. odor like the knuckle might not quite be enough, he snatched off Clints horn-rimmed eyeglasses and threw them to Troy Lee, who snapped them into four neat pieces and handed them back to Clint.This is all your fault, Lash said. If you hadnt ratted Flood out to the cops, this wouldnt have happened.I just told them that Tom my was a lamia, Clint whined. I didnt articulate them he was here. I didnt tell them about your whore of Babylon.You didnt know her like we did, Barry added, his voice breaking a little. She was special.Expensive, Drew said.S, expensive, added Gustavo.She probably could finally afford to go to Babylon, said Lash.Forgive them, for they know not what they do, Clint said.Troy Lee bent and examined Blue, careful not to equate her. Its hard to see bruising through the blue dye, but I guess she broke her neck. The blood must be Floods. I dont see any marks on her.No bite marks, you mean, said Clint.Of course thats what I mean, nit wit. You know Floods girlfriend did this, right?How do you know? Lash asked. It could have been Flood.I dont think so, said Troy Lee. Tommy was tied up here see the orange crap all over the restraints. And these were unlocked, not broken.Maybe when Blue let him go he killed her.Troy Lee picked something off of Blues face, as delicately as if he were taking h er ghost. Except for this.He held a long red hair up where Lash could see it. No reason for her to be here, if Flood was loose.Dude, youre like one of those CSI guys, Drew said.We should call those two homicide cops, Barry said, like he was the first who might have thought of it.And tell them to come help us with our dead hooker, Lash said.Well they know about the vampires, Barry said. Maybe theyll help us.How bout we move her to your apartment, and then call them?Well, what are we going to do with her? Barry said, standing feet apart, hands behind his back, a brave Hobbit ready to face a dragon.Troy Lee shrugged. Wait until dark, then drop her in the Bay?I cant bear to touch her, Barry said. Not after the moments we shared.You little puntas, Gustavo said, stepping up and beginning to roster up the bloodstained rug. He had a wife and five children, and although he had never disposed of a dead hooker before, he thought that it couldnt be any worse than changing the diaper on a gloop y infant.The other Animals all looked at one another, embarrassed, until Gustavo growled at them and they jumped to move the heavy bed frame out of his way.I never really liked her that much, anyway, Barry said.She really did take advantage of us, Jeff said.I just went along with you guys so I didnt ruin the party, said Troy Lee. I didnt jollify even one-half of those blow jobs.Lets just put her in my closet until tonight, then a couple of us can sneak the bitch out to Hunters Point and drop her off.On Christmas? Drew asked.Cant believe she took all our currency and now shes going to ruin Christmas, said Troy Lee.Our money said Lash. That bitchNobody likes a dead whore.I do like a dead whore now and then, said the vampire Elijah Ben Sapir, derailing a perfectly good theme. Hed snapped the whores neck right before she was completely drained so there would be a body. But one doesnt want to be too obvious. He dragged the whores body behind a Dumpster, and watched as the wounds on her neck healed over. Hed taken her in an street near ten percent and Mission streets. Hed had the hood up on the oversized tracksuit he was wearing, so shed been surprised when theyd ventured down the alley and he threw it back to reveal a very pale Semitic man.Look at-chew. Thought baby was a playa the whore had said, her last words. Shed only had a hundred dollars on her, which, along with the tracksuit and a meet of Nikes, were the complete resources the ancient vampire had at his disposal.Hed come to the city in a yacht outlay millions, filled with art worth millions more, and now he was reduced to making kills for petty cash. Of course he owned several homes around the world, and had stashes of cash put away in a dozen cities, but it would take some time to access it. And perhaps it wasnt so bad to have the wolf at the door, for a change. After all, hed come to the City and taken a new fledgling in exhibition to alleviate his boredom. (Its very hard to feel alive when youv e been dead for eight hundred years.) And she had done that. He was not bored and he snarl very much alive.He walked out of the alley and canvass the sky. Dawn was threatening he had perhaps twenty minutes until sunup. Where does the time go? He crossed the street and was buzzed into a hotel with a sign that read for rent, by hour, day, or week. He could smell the cigarettes, sweat, and heroin on the desk clerk, and he kept his head down so the hood covered his face.Do you have a room without a window?Twenty-five bucks, like all the others, the clerk said. You want sheets? Sheets are five more.The vampire smiled. No, I dont want to spoil myself.He paid the clerk, took the key, and trudged up the steps.Yes, he felt very much alive. One really cant appreciate what one has until its gone. And without a significant loss, how would one enjoy the process of revenge?