Sam Williams - Tales from the Swollen Corpse

“Take us somewhere we can get a drink.”

They drove to the local dive and got a booth in the back. Victor didn’t go into details with Angie about Hector. He told her Ricky wasn’t there and moved the conversation to catching up with her and her family. They both did their best to keep the talk light and Victor did his best to stay engaged, but while they talked he was working out his next move. They ended the night early. Before dropping him off at his Mom’s, Angie asked him to promise to keep her in the loop about Ricky. Victor, knowing it was probably a lie, said he would.

The next morning he had breakfast with his Mom. He told her no one was home at Hector’s and him and Angie had went out to get got caught up. He excused himself, saying that he wanted to go down to the gym. Sitting in the sedan thinking, he decided it was time to go check out the info Hector had given him. He found his Dad’s old binoculars in a box of camping stuff in the garage and headed out.

The Point was a scenic turn off in the foothills above town. In the nineteen-fifties it would be the kind of place lined with Chevy’s filled with horny teenagers, but when Victor was in high school it’s where you went to drink “a tall can”. The houses up there were big with a lot of space between them; most couldn’t be seen from the road. When he was a kid he didn’t know why anyone needed so much privacy. Now, from his life experience, he knew there was usually a reason.

Just past the freeway which marked the edge of town, the road curved up into the golden brush-covered foothills. Driving up the winding road, Victor saw a gated driveway just before the Point. The noon sun hung directly over head as he parked the car. An old three foot tall graffiti-covered stone wall ran the length of the look out. On the other side of the road was the hillside. Many nights, as a teenager, he sat on that wall looking at the city lights below, dreaming of what his future might have in store. With the binoculars in hand, Victor ran across the street. Walking down the slope, he found a fire road that had been almost overtaken by the brush. Making his way under the hot sun, he found a gravel covered plateau with a view of the other side of the hill. Crouching in the sagebrush, he used the binoculars to scan the driveway below. Trees running the border of the property blocked some of his view but he could make out a very large house at the end of the drive. The house looked like a turn of the century farm house. There were a few up here and in the city; leftovers from when the rich farmers used to own the valley below. A long time ago the valley was covered in orange groves as far as the eye could see; now only a few trees remained. Victor started to feel like he was back at work, when he saw walking the grounds were armed sentries. He counted about four total, all with automatic rifles.

He stayed up on the hill the entire afternoon, watching. When dusk arrived, he was surprised to see a police car drive up the dusty road. An officer got out and pulled a pale young man from the back seat, who he handed off to one of the guards. The guard quickly took the young man inside and the cop got back in the patrol car and went on his way. When the sun finally set, an even stranger scene unfolded. The guards all went in the house by way of the front door. About twenty minutes later, a layer of mist settled around the ground. Then straight out of the earth, as if digging themselves out of their own graves, came the vampires. About twenty, maybe more, they came from all over the grounds. At first they walked slowly, then they shot down the driveway almost too fast to see. Just when the property seemed still and empty, a large pale man walked out the front and stood on the porch. His details were fuzzy through the binoculars but he seemed to be sniffing the air. Victor put the binoculars down and looked at the grass; the wind was in his favor. But he couldn’t believe he had been so careless, he knew better. Looking back through the binoculars, he watched as the man again turned and went back in the house.

Victor waited until sun up before heading back to his car. On the way back to his Mom’s he made a phone call. Calling in a favor to an old friend, he got a meeting with someone that might be of help. Victor got his GPS out of his bag and put in the coordinates. Looking at the clock, he estimated the time of arrival, he would just make it. Five hours later, he found himself not far outside of Vegas, kicking up a cloud of dust out in the middle of a dry lake bed, hoping the rental had a spare tire if he needed it. When the GPS said he was there he could see an outcropping of rock. Parked in the little bit of shade it cast was a white van with Smity’s Heating and Air written across the side. Victor parked the car and got out, walking around the van he stood by the passenger side door so the van driver could get a clear view of him. The van door opened and a short fat man jumped out. He was wearing blue coveralls with the same Smity’s logo on the back. He had black greasy hair and a handlebar mustache.

“Consol says location’s secure for five miles up and down. Let’s get down to business. What’s the target?” The little man said in a straight to business tone.

“Vampires.”

“Interesting. We talking one, two, or a hive?”

“About twenty or more.”

“That’s a hive, I got ya covered.” Walking around he opened the back of the van and began selecting and pulling cases which he laid out in the dirt.

“Ever hunt vampires, son?”

“Nope, not vampires.”

“Know anything about ’em?”

“Not that much. Any pointers?”

Taking a break from digging around in the van, he turned and sat looking at Victor with one eyebrow raised.

“Just one. You going up against this hive?”

“Yep.”

“Well, first thing you should know is they’re fast so you’re going to need to be too, but we’ll talk about that in a second. The other thing is a lot of what you seen in the movies holds up; sun light turns ’em to dust, take off their head dust. A stake through the heart puts ’em down, but you still need to take the head. Holy water and crosses is BS. And silver, silver is the stuff. If you want to shoot them, you got to use silver.”

“I thought silver bullets were for werewolves.” Victor said jokingly.

“Nope, we’re still working the bugs out of werewolf munitions.” Victor began to smile, but the little man was dead serious.

“Remember, the vampire on its own has to be pretty slick. Once they make themselves known, the CDC sends a special unit and picks ’em up. The only hives that exist anymore are actually farms supplying the CDC with fresh vamps because they turn the ones they get to dust too fast with all the shit they do to ’em. That means they got local and state protection. Now I am going to assume you are qualified to do what you want to do or we wouldn’t be talking. But let me emphasize this needs to be clean and fast. It would be bad for both of us if you end up engaging the local law informant with what I am supplying you. I think we understand how detrimental unneeded attention can be.”

“What’s the government doing with the vampires?”

“Oh lots of things, including making a nice little item you’re going to need. Now let’s get you set up. I’ve got an air conditioner with a blown compressor to fix, I told the client I’d be there in an hour.”

Victor popped his trunk and the little man started bringing over an arsenal.

“You got nothing, so I’ve thrown in some of the basics… body armor, night vision, etc. There’s nothing special about the rifle or the pistols it’s the ammo, all silver. The flash grenades actually put out UV light. Won’t kill ’em but will burn and stun.” After he had loaded the trunk with enough stuff for three men to carry, he turned to Victor and pulled a little blue vile from his pocket. “This is what you can thank the Vamps for. It’s actually out of the budget you were approved for, but I like you and frankly you ain’t got a chance without it. Its self injecting- just pop the cap, stick the needle in your arm or whatever, and POW. You got their strength, speed, senses, even to a lesser extent their healing ability, all without the blood lust. The only catch is that it only lasts five hours and you’ll have a hell of a hangover, so don’t use it ‘til you need it.”