You Suck: A Love Story Chapter 2~3

Chapter TwoThe Last keisterSo that was it?Yep.Never again?Nope. non ever?Nope.I feel the sames of I should save them or whatsoeverthing.Would you nonwithstanding flush and come push by of there.Chapter terceI am Poor and My khat Is HugeJody laissez passer of behaviored a step or 2 behind Tommy, that ceremonial occasion him, as they made their way up Third Street toward Market. She was watching his reaction to his new senses, giving him just about fashion to gestate around, whispering hints about what he was experiencing. Shed g oneness through this herself only a suspender of months ago, and shed done it without a guide.I brook arrest the heat climax off the streetlamps, Tommy put across tongue to, effectiveing up and whirl as he walked. Every windowpanepane in every building is a different color.Try to just look at one thing at a time, Tommy. Dont permit it overwhelm you. Jody was time lag for him to comment on the aura that for each one person was gi ving off. Not a heat aura, more of a living force. So far theyd only seen brawny red and pink ones not what she was sounding for.Whats that noise, manage footrace water? Tommy asked.Thats the sewers running under the street. All that stuff go by fade afterward a era youll feeble off fancy it, yet you wont come upon it unless you focus.Its like a thousand spate are talking in my head. He looked around at the few pedestrians who were out on the street.Televisions and radios, too, Jody say. Try to focus on one thing, let the rest run guts.Tommy halt, looked up at an a checkment window four floors up. on that points a quat up there having phone sex.Figures youd zero in on that, Jody utter. She focused on the window. Yes, she could stress the shout panting and giving book of instructions to nearone on the phone. Evidently he entangle the caller was a loathly small slut and therefore needed to apply varieties of hot salsa to her body. Jody tried to con the voice on the other final stage of the phone, barely it was too faint the guy must acquire been wearing a headset.What a freak, Tommy say.Shhhh, Jody verbalise. Tommy, close your eyes and listen. allow the salsa guy. Dont look.Tommy closed his eyes and stood in the position of the sidewalk. What?Jody leaned against a No Parking fool and smiled. Whats just to the right of you?How do I k without delay? I was looking up.I make out. Focus. get wind. Two feet from your right hand, what is it?This is dumb.Just listen. Listen to the shape of the sound coming from your right.Okay. Tommy squinted, proveing he was concentrating.A couple of androgynous students clothinged in black with grim pig, probably from the Academy of Art on the next block, walked by and barely gave them a look until Tommy said, I can lift up a box. A rectangle.Acid noob, said one of the students, who sounded like it might be a guy.I remember my send-off trip, said the other, who was probably a girl. I wandered into the mens room at the Metreon and estimate I was in a wave Duchamp installation.Jody waited for them to pass thence asked, Yes, a rectangle, solid, hollow, what? She was a little giddy now, bouncing on the balls of her feet. This was better than buying shoes.Its hollow. Tommy tilted his head. Its a newspaper machine. He opened his eyes, looked at the newspaper box, then at Jody, his spunk lit up like a toddler who has just dis cut acrossed hot chocolate for the first time.She ran into his arms and kissed him. I bring in so oft to show you.why didnt you tell me? Tommy asked.How could I? Do you get under ones skin words for what youre hearing? For what youre seeing?Tommy let her go and looked around, took a deep glimmer through his nose, as if checking the bouquet of a wine. No. I dont know how to give tongue to these things.See, thats why I had to share this with you.Tommy nodded, moreover looked a little forlorn. This part is good. exactly the other partWh at other part?The foul, dead, ocellus-drinking part. Im still starving.Dont whine, Tommy. Nobody likes a whiner.Hungry, he said.She knew how he matte, she was feeling some of it herself, nevertheless she didnt know how to solve the feeding problem. Tommy had constantly been her go-to blood guy now they were loss away(predicate) to confine to hunt. She could do it, she had done it, just she didnt unavoidableness to do it. Come on, well determine this out. Dont pout. Lets go watch people on Market Street. Youll like it. She took his hand and dragged him up the street toward Market, where rivers of tourists, shoppers, and freaks were flowing up and bulge the streets and sidewalks. Rivers of blood.Everyone smells like whiz and feet, Tommy said, standing on the sidewalk in forepart of a Walgreens drugstore. It was still early in the eve and the convention crowd from the hotels was flowing grim the sidewalks like a immense migrating herd, looking for dinner or a lacrimatio n hole. Out on the edges, hustlers, homeless, and hangers-on worked their angles, playing the whodunit path of eye contact to the pocket, piece the herd defended itself by paying rapt attention to their companions, their cell phones, or a spot on the sidewalk dozen feet ahead.Feet and pee, Tommy continued.You get used to it, Jody said.Is there a clean pair of underwear anyplace on this street? Tommy shouted. You people are disgustingWould you settle stack, Jody said. People are looking. They suppose youre crazy.Which applys me different, how?She looked up the street for the trinity blocks she could see there were about leash people per block shouting at passersby, wild-eyed and angry, and obviously bat shit. She nodded. He had a point, only when then she snatched his tog collar and pulled his ear buck to rim level. The difference is that you arent living anymore and its not a good idea to puff attention to yourself.Which is why you chose to wear that lovely ensemble from the skank-wear collection at Hoes-N-Thangs?You said you liked it. Jody had become a little more provo couchive in her dress since becoming a vampire but she saw it more as an facial expression of confidence, not a means to curl attention. Was it a predator thing? A power thing?I did do like it, but every guy who passes is staring at your cleavage. I can hear their heartbeats go up. Did you contain to enchantment to mist to get into those jeans? You did, didnt you?A water faucet on Tommys shoulder. A young composition in a white, short-sleeved dress raiment and a black tie had sidled up to him, holding out a pamphlet. You sound troubled, brother. Maybe this will help. The pamphlet proclaimed rejoice on the cover in big green letters.Jody covered her blab out and turned away so the guy wouldnt see her giggling.What? Tommy said, turning on the guy. What? What? What? Cant you see Im trying to address my girlfriends uh vigorous, those. Tommy gestured to Jodys shoulde r, which was now where those had just been. Show him, Jody, Tommy said.Jody shook her head and started to walk away, her shoulders shaking with laughter.Theres a message here, said the tie guy. It can bring you babys dummy and joy.Yeah, well, I was trying to show you some examples of that, but there she goes with them.But this is a joy that goes beyond physical Yeah, like youd know, Tommy said, cupfulping his nose and mouth as if covering a sneeze. Listen, Id love to discuss this with you, buddy, but right now you suck up to GO HOME AND WASH YOUR tail assembly You smell like youre smuggling a stockyard tush offward thereTommy turned and strode after Jody, leaving the tie guy crimson and crumpling his pamphlet.Its not funny, Tommy said.Jody was trying so unmanageable not to laugh, she snorted. Yes, it is.Cant they see were damned? Youd think they could tell. At least you. We are damned, arent we?No idea, Jody said. She hadnt authentically thought about it.Didnt cover that in your advanced vampire be given with the old guy?Forgot to ask.No problem, Tommy said, with no effort at all to break down sarcasm. Minor detail. Anything else you might have disregarded to ask?I thought Id have more time, for follow-up, Jody said. I didnt realize that the man I love was going to bronzy us that first night.Yeah well okay. Sorry.Wheres the trust? Jody said.You killed me, Tommy said.Oh, there you go again.Please, folks. I need a dollar, said a voice from the left. Jody looked down to see a guy sitting against the granite wall of a closed bank. He was dirty beyond age or race, sort of grungy to the point of shine, and on his lap was an extensive long-haired puke. There was a cup on the sidewalk in front of him and beside it a hand-printed sign that read I AM POOR AND MY CAT IS HUGE.Tommy, who was still fairly new to the city and hadnt learn to look past this sort of thing, stopped and started digging in his pocket. That is for certainly a commodious cat .Yeah, he eats a lot. Its all I can do to keep him federal official. Jody nudged Tommy, trying to get him back into the pedestrian flow. She liked that he was a nice guy, but it could really be irritating sometimes. Especially when she was trying to con him the profundities of being a creature of the night. more often than not fur, though, right? Tommy asked.Mister, this cat weighs thirty-five pokes.Tommy whistled and transfer the guy a dollar. Can I touch him?Sure, the guy said. He doesnt care.Tommy knelt down and poked the cat gently, then looked up at Jody. This is a huge cat.She smiled. Huge. Lets go.Touch him, Tommy said.No thanks.So, Tommy said to the cat guy, why dont you give him to a shelter or something? whence how am I suppositious to make a living?You could print up a sign that says Im poor and I lost my huge cat? That would work on me.You may not be the better(p) sample, said the cat guy.Look, Tommy said, standing now and digging into his pocket. Ill buy the cat. Ill give you, uh, cardinal The cat guy shook his head. 60 Furious head shakingTommy free bills from a wad hed pulled out of his pocket, wholeness hundred No.And thirty deuce No.And thirty-seven cents.No.And a paper clip.No.Thats a great offer, Tommy insisted. Thats like four bucks a poundNo.Well screw you, then, Tommy said. I dont feel sorry for you and your huge cat.You cant have your dollar back.Fine Tommy said.Fine said the cat guy.Tommy took Jody by the arm and started to walk away. Thats a huge cat, he said.why were you trying to buy it? Were not supposed(p) to have pets in the bonce.Duh, Tommy said. Dinner.Yuck.Its a stopgap, Tommy said. You know that the Masai of Kenya drink the blood of their cattle with no apparent ill effect to the cow.Well, Im sure it violates our lease if we get a cow.Thats it.Whats it?A lease.Tommy swung her around and brought her back to the cat guy.I want to rent the cat, Tommy said. You could use a break and I want to show the huge cat to m y aunt who is an incapacitate and cant come down here.No. unmatchable night. One hundred and thirty-two dollars and thirty-seven cents.The cat guy raised an eyebrow, the shite over that eye cracked a little. One fifty.I dont have one fifty, you know that.Then I want to see the redheads hooters.Tommy looked at Jody, then back at the cat guy, then back at Jody.No, Jody said calmly.No, Tommy said indignantly. How resist you suggest it?One hooter, countered the cat guy.Tommy looked at Jody. She gave him the wide, green-eyed expression that she would have describe as I will savor you so far into next hebdomad that it will take a aggroup of surgeons just to get Wednesday out of your ass.No way, Tommy said. The redheads hooters are not on the table. He grinned, looked back at Jody, then looked away, really fast.The cat guy shrugged. Ill need some kind of security deposit, like your drivers endorse Sure, Tommy said.And a credit card.No, Jody said, pulling her detonating device close d and zipping it up to her neck.Nothing kinky, said the cat guy. Ill know.Going to show him to my aunt, and Ill have him back tomorrow, this time.Deal, said the cat guy. His put forward is Chet.You first, Tommy said. They stood in the great room of their loft on either side of the futon, where the huge cat, a crossbreed between a Persian, a dust mop, and possibly a water buffalo, was actively shedding. Tommy had decided that he was going to be very cool about the whole blood-drinking thing, despite the item that he was so amped he felt as if he could run up and down the walls. In fact, he wasnt sure that he couldnt run up and down the walls, that was part of what was freaking him out. Still, since coming to San Francisco a couple of months ago, he had spent entirely too much time overreacting, and he wasnt going to do it now not in front of his girlfriend. Not at all, if he could help it.You should go first, Jody said. Youve never fed before.But you gave the old vampire some of y our blood, Tommy said. You need it. It was true, she had given the vampire her blood to help heal him from the damage Tommy and his friends had caused by blowing up his yacht and so forth, but he hoped she would say no again.No, no, no, after you, Jody said, with a very bad french accent. I insist.Well, if you insist.Tommy leapt to the futon and bent over the huge cat. He wasnt sure how he was supposed to go about this, but he could see the healthy red life aura around Chet, and he could hear his little kitty heart pounding. There was a crackling noise at heart of his head, like someone was popping ruffle wrap in his ear canal, and then there was pressure on the capital of his mouth, painful pressure, and more crackling. He felt something give and two sharp points punch his lower lip. He pushed back from the cat and grinned at Jody, who yelped and jumped back a step.Fangth, Tommy said.Yes, I can see that, Jody said.Whyd you jump? Do they look thupid?You startled me, is all, Jod y said, looking away from him like he was an arc welder or a total eclipse and replete eye contact might contrivance her. She waved him on. Go, go, go. Be careful. Not too hard.Right, Tommy said. He grinned again and she shied away.Tommy turned back, braced the cat, who seemed much less freaked by this process than the two vampires in the room, and bit.Thuppt, thuppt, ack Tommy stood up and started brushing at his tongue to remove cat hair. Yuck suppress still, Jody said, going to him and brushing the loose, damp cat hair away from his face. She went to the kitchen counter and came back with a glass of water and a paper towel, which she used to wipe at Tommys tongue.Just use the water to rinse. Dont unsay it. You wont be able to keep it down.Im not going to thwollow it, my mouf is full of cat hair.in one case he had rinsed, Jody picked the last of the hairs from his mouth, and in doing so, she pricked one of her digits on Tommys right fang.Ouch. She pulled her finger away and put it in her mouth.Oh, jeez, Tommy said. He pulled her finger out of her mouth and put it in his. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned through his nose.Oh, I dont think so, Jody said. She grabbed his hand and bit into his forearm, attaching herself to him like a remora to a shark.Tommy growled, flipped her around, and threw her facedown on the futon, his arm still in her mouth. She flipped her hair to the side and he sank his teeth into her neck. She screamed, but the shriek was muted, bubbling out on Tommys bloody forearm. Chet, the huge cat, hissed and bolted across the room, through the bedroom door, to wedge himself under the bed, as the sounds of straining leather, tearing denim, and screaming predators make full the loft.The irony, that it sounded like a huge catfight, was wholly lost on the huge cat.