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Wed Sep 08, 2004 at 12:14:45 am EDT
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Night Nurse #12, Fake Blood
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Night Nurse #12, Fake Blood




“OWOWOWOWOW! I swear Grace! That’s the LAST time I let Kerry near the microwave!”
Visionary, hero, everyman, teacher, guardian, victim, has come to the Phantomhawk Memorial Hospital Emergency Room because, quite simply, it’s a Friday night and the Junior Lair Legion is having a movie night. Vish figured a nice, wholesome movie night could keep Kerry Shepherdson (his teen age charge, the Probability Arsonist. Dancer’s sister.) from spending her night out on the town.
This wasn’t Kerry’s favorite choice for a Friday so she had a little fun with the microwave.
“Can you get the popcorn Vish? It’s ready Vish. Please go check on the popcorn Vish. When will I ever learn?”
Grace O’ Mercy, the Night Nurse, is finished bandaging Vish’s fingers. She chuckles. “Vish, why do you let her get away with this?”
Vish: “You think I WANT burned finger tips?”
Grace gets up, “Heh. Guess not. And where did that cut on your arm come from?”
“The microwave door. When the popcorn exploded I was bringing it out from the microwave. I jerked to the left and the door cut me.”
“You poor guy. Oh drat. I’m out of bandages. I’ll be right back.”
“Grace, could you shut the window please? It’s kind of...” but Grace has left the room, leaving Visionary to grumble to himself, “Kids. Why can’t they just listen?”
“Have you tried listening to her?”
Vish’s neck hurts as he whips his head around fast to the window to see who said that. It was the voice of a little girl.
“What? Who?” he asked.
When he hears the voice again she is standing beside his bed, on the other side of the window. “The teen girl you’re talking about. Often parent/kid communications is frustrated because no one is listening to anyone.”
She looked about eight years of age. Yet her eyes and demeanor seemed like she was much, much older. Her little dress looked like one made in the 1900’s and she wore a crimson cloak and hood. Her red curls shone in the moon light and her face was very, very pale.
“Little girl are you supposed to be walking around?”
“Silly man. What else would I do?”
“Maybe you’re lost. Are you lost little girl? Is your mommy or daddy around? The nice nurse will be here in a moment. She can help you find them.”
Her face grew dark, “Don’t patronize me mortal. I’m only trying to give you advice.”
“Uh...yeah. Um, are you ok? Are you staying here in the hospital?” Vish starts to glance for the nurse button.
The strange little girl walks calmly around the bed, “I’ve had disputes with my father and brother before…” she sits next to him on the window side of the room, on the bed. She has the nurse call button in her little hand and is absently playing with it. Vish could swear her teeth look longer. “It can really be a pain in the neck.”
“Grace? He whispers. Grace? GRAAAACE!”
“Hush little man.” She puts her little finger to his mouth. Vish is scared out of his head, watching her. His eyes are like saucers. “If I wanted to feed on you I would’ve already.” She smirks, “Besides, I only like REAL blood.”
She gets up and walks to the window. She looks out at the calm night sky, “I couldn’t help over hearing your dilemma. Just listen to Kerry. She’s always telling her friends you don’t understand her. TRY to.”
“How did you know…Hey! You’d better not try and...”
She whips her little head around and glares at him. His blood turns cold (at least figuratively), “Blast it! Why do you hate me so? I already said I would not hurt you. Is it the vampire thing or do you have an aversion to listening to anyone who appears younger then you?”
“Hey! I listen!”
“Good. Then listen to me now. My brother and I have been watching your little club of heroes. We’ve been assigned to keep an eye on you.”
“Vampires... are watching the Juniors?” Vish starts to get very scared for the team.”
“No, no, no! We’re watching ALL the heroes. We want to make sure you can handle the coming threats.”
“Threats? What threats? And I thought you bloodsuckers just went around killing people? Or turning them into vampires? Hey! I don’t want to be one. Go pick on spiffy, Nats, Messenger, just not me. Or the Juniors. Maybe Lisa. Is she one already? That would explain a lot.”
She sits in a chair and puts her fingers to her forehead to show frustration. “Sigh. Father, sometimes I just with I could kill and be done with it.” She looks back up at him, “Listen mortal. I don’t want to kill you. Those of us whom you might call good vampires don’t feed on humans… much. We generally eat animals.”
“Like Finny? Hey! May he is…”
“The dragon is not! Lisa isn’t either. Messenger was, briefly, but he sorted that out. What I’m trying to say is that there is a major event coming and we want to know our world is in safe hands. There’s also some talk in the mystic channel of evil beings trying to do something soon. Just keep your little mortal eyes open, okay?”
“Er, alright. But, I’m confused.”
“There’s a news flash. If I could I’d turn you just so you could live for a couple centuries like me and then maybe you’d get a clue. But who am I kidding. You’re the last person to be a vampire.”
“Hey! I’d make an ok vampire.”
Pretends to be Vish, “I’m a real bloodsucker dammit! Whatever. What are you confused about?”
“You’re so young. How could you be a vampire? I mean did you loose your baby vampire teeth and get new ones? Aren’t you a little young to be...”
She moves with uncanny speed. She’s on the hospital bed, her fangs glinting in the moonlight an inch before his neck. Her eyes are filled with a cold fury, “Care to feel them mortal?”
“ULP!”
“ANNABELLE! What are you doing?” Grace O’ Mercy demands in a surprisingly familiar, friendly tone considering the situation.
The little girl moves off the fake, partially wet, man and casually strolls around the bed; lightly brushing a little finger through the blood on Visionary’s cut, then licking her little finger, “Sorry. Just playing with the mortal.”
Grace casually walks over to Vish and sits on the bed, getting a band aid out. She doesn’t appear mad at all, or shocked. “What have I told you about scaring the patients?”
“Don’t do it. They just can’t take it. I know, I know Grace. But I was waiting for your lunch break and thought I’d warn him.”
“What all did you say?”
Vish’s eyes are popping as he turns from one to the other. How could a normal human nurse like Grace know this creature?”
Annabelle responds, “Creature? And after I gave you advice about Kerry. Typical. Vampire racist.”
Visionary sputters, “What? I’m not a racist!”
Grace snaps back, “Really? I think you need to take a long look at your self. Vampires are people too you know. They’re not ALL bad.”
Vish, “I didn’t say they…”
Annabelle, “See! I told you! Not listening! Almost makes me want to forget my vow and take a bite.”
Vish, “Uh, Grace?”
Grace, “Heh. Now Annabelle, don’t tease.”
Vish, “Wait. Grace, she’s a vampire! She almost bit me! You’ve got to run! Call for help!”
Grace, “More bigotry. Annabelle loves people.”
Annabelle licks her little lips and eyes Vish’s bandaged cut, “Yes. I LOOOVE people.”
Grace elbows the little girl good naturedly, “Grace, stop that. You’ve got him shaking. Vish, this is Annabelle. She’s a friend of mine. She doesn’t kill people.”
Vish, “Uh.. nice to meet you?”
Annabelle “Charmed. This is boring. Are you ready for lunch?”
Grace, “Yes. Let’s go. Vish, just keep that ice on it and you’ll be ok. And stay away from the microwave after Kerry has touched it.”
They leave a stunned Visionary.

They walk towards the elevator and up to the roof. Grace in her nurse outfit and little Annabelle in her cloak and hood. People took no notice, figuring the little girl was sick and heading for the children’s ward.
They made it to the roof and sat down. Grace pulled out a thermos and unscrewed the top and started to drink. Her fangs glint in the moonlight. Annabelle pulls out a dead stray cat from her cloak and starts to drink
Grace: “How you can eat from that I’ll never know Anne. I mean you don’t know where it’s been.”
Annabelle: “Oh come now Grace. Where’s the fun of the hunt if all you have to do is open the refrigerator and pull out a bag?”
Grace: “Eww. Just disgusting.”
Annabelle: “I’ve been trying to get you to try it ever since that first night you were turned. When I arrived to fellowship you to our little group of good vampires.”
Grace: “Thank you for that, by the way. I would hate to think what it would’ve been like on the street without the knowledge to resist the urges.”
Annabelle: “No problem. That’s what friends do. So any more attacks from the rotten sort of our kind?”
Grace: “Just the one. Any word as to where it came from? Who was it?”
Annabelle: “Nothing on that. I’ve put the word out. We’ll just have to be patient. Feel better?”
Grace: “Ah…Yes! I was so thirsty. Well, I’d better get back to work.”
Annabelle gets up and casually steps to the ledge, “Be careful Grace.”
Grace: “Will do. And Annabelle, please stop teasing Visionary.”
Annabelle: “But he and that Harper scientist have such the wrong idea about our kind. I just want to shake them up a bit.”
Grace: “Give him time. He’ll come around. Bye!”
Annabelle: “Salutations my dear friend!”

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