Saturday, July 4, 2009

A Job at the Blood Bank

A Job at the Blood Bank
By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 318

“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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