Fiction that explores the monsters and strangers among us.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Another Peek at The Look


“Okay, you’re not going to shut up about The Look until I listen, right?” I peered out my bedroom window at Mordecai Blount, the eldest vampire unliving in Warrenville, Illinois.

“Yes, Jude, knowing about The Look is my gift to you before you or another vampire hunter kills me.”

“So you admit you have met your match?”

“I admit I’m aging and sooner or later you or someone else may get lucky or that wandering werewolf could have a good night. But don’t push your good fortune with me, boy, when I feel the urge to be generous.”

“Okay, so tell me about this look you keep talking about.”

The Look is something you will experience only a very few times in your life, maybe half a dozen times if you are a fortunate man.”

“It only applies to men?”

“Men see it, women give it.”

“What exactly do we see?”

“It’s hard to describe other than to say it is The Look of undying devotion and love. You will know it when you see it. But you may not recognize it for what it is. Most men waste The Look when they see it because they don’t know what it is or how to respond.”

“Can you be a tad more specific? So far, all I know is I’ll recognize it when I see it, but I don’t have any idea what I’ll actually be observing.”

“Her eyes will become large. She will not blink for a lengthy period of time because her brain will have locked on you in a moment of deep devotion when her feelings for you are so strong she cannot hide them. The Look lasts but a moment, a long moment, but a moment. She will stare into your eyes while paralyzed with love for you. I believe it happens when a woman realizes in her deepest heart and soul that you are the one man who can satisfy her lust and need to be loved, protected, cherished and honored by a man.”

“So do all women flash The Look when they fall in love?”

“If only life were that simple, Jude. I said it was a rare phenomenon. One man may never see it in a life time. Another may see it and fall in love with the woman destined to become his wife. Such men are blessed with a happy marriage to a devoted wife.

Other men see The Look but miss the moment. Such men are spoiled for a lifetime, doomed to not know the joy of true love for they will always remember The Look from the girl he should have asked out but didn’t.

I didn’t see or hear my new stepsister Becky Stewart sneak into my bedroom or sidle up next to me. I realized she was there when she pushed the crucifix on a stick into Mordecai Blount’s face with enough force to raise a cloud of steam with an aroma of burnt flesh. Mordecai screamed before he popped off to wherever he wanders at night.

Becky snuggled close to me so I placed my arms around her shoulders. She kissed me on the cheek. “That vampire is such a jabber.”

The howl of the werewolf sounded below my window.

THE END

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Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Mordecai Blount and The Look


Minding my own business means staying alert for monsters. I’m Jude Nerdworthy, teenage monster fighter. I bring up this business of minding your own business in connection to Mordecai Blount, the oldest vampire unliving in my hometown of Warrenville, Illinois.

Why Mordecai chose me to explain The Look to is beyond me, but I think he wanted to punish me for all the times I stopped him from sucking the blood of Warrenville’s teenage girls. Not that he doesn’t suck guy blood, too, but his anger at me stems from the lack of good girl blood.

Mordecai popped over to my house late one evening. Not everyone knows vampires can pop from place to place, but they can. Vampires can’t enter your home without an invitation, but they can float in place outside your bedroom window and bug the heck out of you.

I keep a crucifix on a stick for such occasions. I push the crucifix out the window and when the vampire’s body starts to smolder, they usually discover they have another location in the far distance they need to pop over to. Holy water in a squirt gun works, too.

The evening Mordecai nipped over, he asked me to not chase him away. He said he wanted to give me some advice and promised not to hurt me.

“You want to seduce me into inviting you in so you can suck my blood,” I said.

“I want to explain The Look, the true secret of love.”

“Against my better judgment, I’m listening,” I said. “But I have to warn you that I have a girlfriend that I love and a new stepsister whose hots for me know no bounds.”

“You still need to learn about The Look. It’s something that passes between a boy and girl – or a man and a woman – that lets them know they are experiencing love at first sight.”

“Attraction equals hormones squared times time since last sexual encounter minus homework plus physical beauty. I didn’t earn an A in math for nothing, you know.”

“No, young Jude Nerdworthy. Those things may lead to love eventually but are more likely to lead to a great one-night stand. What you need to experience is The Look.”

A werewolf howled in the woods of nearby Fermi Lab. Mordecai Blount winced at the madness revealing a brief glance at what used to pass as his humanity.

The werewolf howls drifted closer to our neighborhood.

To be continued...

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