The Traveling Vampire Show(2)

 

Rusty and Slim were waiting on the porch.

 

I finished fastening my buttons, then opened the screen door.

 

“Where we going?” I asked.

 

“You’ll see,” Slim said.

 

I shut the door and followed my friends down the porch stairs.

 

Rusty was wearing an old shirt and blue jeans. That’s pretty much what we all wore when we weren’t dressed up for school or church. You hardly ever caught guys our age wearing shorts. Shorts were for little kids, old farts, and girls.

 

Slim was wearing shorts. They were cut-off blue jeans, so faded they were almost white, with frayed denim dangling and swaying like fringe around her thighs. She also wore a white T-shirt. It was big and loose and untucked, so it hung over her butt in the back. Her white swimsuit top showed through the thin fabric. It was a skimpy, bikini type thing that tied behind her back and at the nape of her neck. She was wearing it instead of a bra. It was probably more comfortable than a bra, and definitely more practical.

 

Mostly, in the summer, we all wore swimsuits instead of underwear. You never knew when you might end up at the municipal pool or at the river... or even when you might get caught in a downpour.

 

I had my trunks on under my jeans that morning. They were sort of soggy with sweat from the lawn mowing, and they clinged to my butt as I walked down the street with Rusty and Slim.

 

“So what’s the plan?” I asked after a while.

 

Slim looked at me and hoisted an eyebrow. “Stage one’s already been executed.”

 

“Huh?” I asked.

 

“We freed you from the chains of oppression.”

 

“Can’t be mowing the yard on a day like this,” Rusty explained.

 

“Well, thanks for liberating me.

 

“Think nothing of it,” Rusty said.

 

“Our pleasure,” Slim said, and patted me on the back.

 

It was just a buddy-pat, but it gave me a sickish excited lonely feeling. I’d been getting that way a lot, that summer, when I was around Slim. It didn’t necessarily involve touching, either. Sometimes, I could just be looking at her and start to feel funny.

 

I kept it to myself, though.

 

“Stage two,” Slim said, “we see what’s going on at Janks Field.”

 

I felt a little chill crawl up my back.

 

“Scared?” Rusty asked.

 

“Oh, yeah. Ooooo, I’m shaking.”

 

I was, but not so much that it showed. I hoped.

 

“We don’t have to go there,” Slim said.

 

“I’m going,” said Rusty. “If you guys are chicken, I’ll go by myself.”

 

“What’s the big deal about Janks Field?” I asked.

 

“This,” said Rusty.

 

The three of us had been walking abreast with Slim in the middle. Now, Rusty hustled around behind us and came over to my side. He pulled a paper out of the back pocket of his jeans. Unfolding it, he said, “These’re all over town.”

 

The way he held the paper open in front of me, I knew I wasn’t supposed to touch it. It seemed to be a poster or flier, but it was bouncing around too much for me to read it. So I stopped walking. We all stopped. Slim came in close so she could look at the paper, too. It had four torn corners. Apparently, Rusty had ripped the poster off a wall or tree or something.

 

It looked like this:

 

Come and see—

 

the one and only known VAMPIRE in captivity!

 

—Valeria—

 

Gorgeous ! Beguiling! Lethal!

 

This stunning beauty, born in the wilds of Transylvania sleeps

 

by day in her coffin. By night she feeds on the blood of strangers

 

 

 

See Valeria rise from the dead!

 

 

 

Watch as she stalks volunteers from the audience!

 

 

 

Tremble as. she sinks her teeth into their necks!

 

 

 

Scream as she sups on their blood!!!

 

Where: Janks Field. 2 mi south of Grandville on Route 3

 

When: One Show Only-Friday, midnight

 

How much: $10

 

(Nobody under age 18 allowed)

 

Amazed and excited, I shook my head and murmured “Wow” a time or two while I read the poster.

 

But things changed when I got toward the bottom.

 

I felt a surge of alarm, followed by a mixture of relief and disappointment.

 

Mostly relief.

 

“Oh, man,” I muttered, trying to sound dismayed. “What a bummer.”

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Two

 

 

A bummer?” Rusty asked. “You outa your mind, man? We’ve got us a traveling vampire show! A real live female vampire, right here in Grandville! And it says she’s gorgeous! See that? Gorgeous! Beguiling! A stunning beauty! And she’s a vampire! Look what it says! She stalks volunteers from the audience and bites their necks! She sups on their blood!”