asked Shaun.
“Works like acid on ’em,” stated Trent. “Feels like water, burns like fire.”
“I noticed,” said Shaun, handling one of the spray guns in his hands.
“Where were you guys heading tonight?” asked Harold.
“Anywhere,” answered Terry. “We couldn’t stay in the mountain anymore. Our last hope was to fill up our hoses, hit the road and take our chances.”
“You found us,” stated Harold in a relieved tone.
“Weren’t you afraid of the vampires?” asked Yuri.
“Our house in the hills was broken down, man. They had us. We’d rather take ’em head on in a fight,” answered Terry. “Know what I mean?”
“That’s what I’m talking about!” hollered Mr. Jones, standing up in a fury. “Damn vampire bastards!”
Terry and his crew looked at Mr. Jones as if he were a nut case.
“Easy Jonesy,” said Harold calmly staring at him, wishing he would be silent. Jones sat down and quieted himself.
“I’d like you all to meet Vincent Jones,” Harold continued. “He’s been with us for a while. I’m Harold. This is my wife Betty. Over here is Trang, Phan and his family.”
“I’m Thai.”
“I’m Kim.”
Trang and Ni nodded at Terry with cheerful grins.
Mercedes hid behind Betty and peeked around her hip. She was afraid of the seven men in dark clothing.
“And down here is Mercedes. Come out, honey, don’t be shy,” said Betty, looking down at her. Mercedes didn’t budge.
“That’s okay darlin’. I admit we’re scary to look at,” chuckled Curtis, casting Mercedes a wink. Curtis’ pudgy face, handle-bar mustache, his dark hair pulled back in a ponytail didn’t help Mercedes feel comfortable around the men dressed in black.
“Anyway, you met Shaun and these youngsters over here are Tommy and Chris,” stated Harold. “This gentleman is Yuri. He’s from Russia.”
“Bitchin’ man. Bikers,” said Chris, smiling and fist bumping Terry and Curtis. “’Bout time we get some cool people around here.”
Mark stared at Kim. He didn’t take his eyes off her. She noticed his gawking, smiled at him and looked away.
“We consider ourselves a family. We’ve been through a lot together,” stated Harold, calmly putting his around Betty. He clearly gave the appearance of being the father of the tower family.
“That’s great, man. I’m impressed with your guys’ set up here, Harold,” said Terry, looking the place over and walking towards the windows. “Just how exactly do you guys keep them out?”
“The blinds,” Yuri answered.
“Huh?” asked Terry looking over them, confused.
“They’re dipped in a special chemical,” Yuri explained. “A vampire repellant. It’s my invention.”
“That’s a lot of damn blinds, bro,” said Trent as he and the rest of the bikers stepped to the windows, inspecting the wooden strips.
“I’ll say,” said Brody.
“That’s way impressive,” said Mark, looking closely at a set along the windows.
“And this protects you folks at night?” asked Billy.
“It holds them off,” answered Shaun. “Typically, I sit up and wait for anything being a guard dog. Once in a while, something overbearing will happen.”
“Overbearing? What do you mean?” asked Terry.
“One got in the other night,” answered Shaun. “He threw my bike right through the freaking window.”
“How did you stop him?” asked Curtis.
“This,” answered Shaun, holding up one of Jones’ crucifixes. “Right in the eyeball.”
“With the help of a Remington twelve gauge,” Harold added with a smirk.
“Regular firearms worked on ’em?” asked Terry as he and his crew looked at Harold, waiting for a response.
“Only to force him back through the window,” answered Harold.
“Right,” said Terry. “There’s something to be said about the holy stuff, folks. I’ve watched vamps be shot in the face, fall to the ground and the injuries healed right before my eyes. Scariest damn thing I ever seen.”
“They’re
“Works like acid on ’em,” stated Trent. “Feels like water, burns like fire.”
“I noticed,” said Shaun, handling one of the spray guns in his hands.
“Where were you guys heading tonight?” asked Harold.
“Anywhere,” answered Terry. “We couldn’t stay in the mountain anymore. Our last hope was to fill up our hoses, hit the road and take our chances.”
“You found us,” stated Harold in a relieved tone.
“Weren’t you afraid of the vampires?” asked Yuri.
“Our house in the hills was broken down, man. They had us. We’d rather take ’em head on in a fight,” answered Terry. “Know what I mean?”
“That’s what I’m talking about!” hollered Mr. Jones, standing up in a fury. “Damn vampire bastards!”
Terry and his crew looked at Mr. Jones as if he were a nut case.
“Easy Jonesy,” said Harold calmly staring at him, wishing he would be silent. Jones sat down and quieted himself.
“I’d like you all to meet Vincent Jones,” Harold continued. “He’s been with us for a while. I’m Harold. This is my wife Betty. Over here is Trang, Phan and his family.”
“I’m Thai.”
“I’m Kim.”
Trang and Ni nodded at Terry with cheerful grins.
Mercedes hid behind Betty and peeked around her hip. She was afraid of the seven men in dark clothing.
“And down here is Mercedes. Come out, honey, don’t be shy,” said Betty, looking down at her. Mercedes didn’t budge.
“That’s okay darlin’. I admit we’re scary to look at,” chuckled Curtis, casting Mercedes a wink. Curtis’ pudgy face, handle-bar mustache, his dark hair pulled back in a ponytail didn’t help Mercedes feel comfortable around the men dressed in black.
“Anyway, you met Shaun and these youngsters over here are Tommy and Chris,” stated Harold. “This gentleman is Yuri. He’s from Russia.”
“Bitchin’ man. Bikers,” said Chris, smiling and fist bumping Terry and Curtis. “’Bout time we get some cool people around here.”
Mark stared at Kim. He didn’t take his eyes off her. She noticed his gawking, smiled at him and looked away.
“We consider ourselves a family. We’ve been through a lot together,” stated Harold, calmly putting his around Betty. He clearly gave the appearance of being the father of the tower family.
“That’s great, man. I’m impressed with your guys’ set up here, Harold,” said Terry, looking the place over and walking towards the windows. “Just how exactly do you guys keep them out?”
“The blinds,” Yuri answered.
“Huh?” asked Terry looking over them, confused.
“They’re dipped in a special chemical,” Yuri explained. “A vampire repellant. It’s my invention.”
“That’s a lot of damn blinds, bro,” said Trent as he and the rest of the bikers stepped to the windows, inspecting the wooden strips.
“I’ll say,” said Brody.
“That’s way impressive,” said Mark, looking closely at a set along the windows.
“And this protects you folks at night?” asked Billy.
“It holds them off,” answered Shaun. “Typically, I sit up and wait for anything being a guard dog. Once in a while, something overbearing will happen.”
“Overbearing? What do you mean?” asked Terry.
“One got in the other night,” answered Shaun. “He threw my bike right through the freaking window.”
“How did you stop him?” asked Curtis.
“This,” answered Shaun, holding up one of Jones’ crucifixes. “Right in the eyeball.”
“With the help of a Remington twelve gauge,” Harold added with a smirk.
“Regular firearms worked on ’em?” asked Terry as he and his crew looked at Harold, waiting for a response.
“Only to force him back through the window,” answered Harold.
“Right,” said Terry. “There’s something to be said about the holy stuff, folks. I’ve watched vamps be shot in the face, fall to the ground and the injuries healed right before my eyes. Scariest damn thing I ever seen.”
“They’re
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