A Job at the
Blood Bank
by Scott Wilson
“You know,
you’ve become a real kvetch. As a matter of
fact, these days you are a real pain in the ass,
Noel.”
“What do
you expect, Paul. Who’d think to turn a
midget into a vampire? You know, sometime the ass
is the only thing I can reach.”
“Very
funny. Look you were part of the gang before I
was converted, so it was only fair that you are
part of the gang now.”
There was a
knock at the door. Noel let the two guys dressed
in black in.
“Good
evening, Louie, Lance,” Paul said.
“Hey boss,”
said the other two gang members in unison.
“So it is
a bank job or a blood bank job tonight?”
Noel said.
Paul opened
the fridge and checked the supplies.
“Definitely
blood bank,” he said.
“Crap,”
said Noel. “We’ve robbed the Red Cross
more than any banks since you made us vampires.
Why can’t we just bite people and rob real
banks.”
“That
only lasts for one night. If we get a good supply
from the blood bank, we have food for a month.”
“But if
we get enough from the bank we can by a big place,
have some broads chained up in the basement as a
permanent food supply,” Noel said.
“That is
stupid...”
The front door
was kicked in and a SWAT team burst in, armed to
the teeth with stakes, crossbows, and garlic
shooters.
“You are
under arrest for the kidnapping and unlawful
detainment of Shelly McPherson.”
“What are
you talking about?” Paul said.
“Oh, boss,”
Noel, said. “There is something I need to
tell you.”
Two members of
the SWAT team came out of the garage with a
tightly bound woman with two puncture marks on
her ass.
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