The Traveling Vampire Show by Richard Laymon Read Free Book Online

away.”
    “Sure it will,” Rusty muttered.
    Then I heard some scuffing sounds. Turning my head, I opened my eyes. On the other side of Slim, Rusty was lying down. He let out a loud sigh.
    The way we were all stretched out reminded me of the diving raft at Donner’s Cove. Whenever we swam at the Cove, we always ended up flopping for a while on the old, white-painted platform. We’d be in our swimsuits, out of breath, dripping and cold from the river. Soon, the sun would warm us. But we wouldn’t get up. You felt like you never wanted to get up, it was so nice out there. The raft was rocking softly. You could hear the quiet lapping of the water against it, and the buzz of distant motorboats and all the usual bird sounds. You could feel the soft heat of the sun on one side, the hard slick painted boards on the other. And you had your best friends lying down beside you. Especially Slim in one of her bikinis, her skin golden and dripping.
    Too bad we weren’t on the diving raft at the Cove. Too bad we were stranded, instead, on the scratchy tarpaper roof of the BEER—SNACKS—SOUVENIRS shack. Not surrounded by chilly water but by the wasteland of Janks Field. Not waves lapping peacefully at the platform, but the damn dog growling and barking and every so often hurling itself at the shack.
    This just wasn’t the same.
    Not quite. The raft was paradise and this was the pits. And even if the dog should magically vanish, I knew Slim would start bleeding all over the place the minute we hit the ground.
    She’d already lost a fair amount of blood.
    She would lose a lot more on the way home.
    What if she lost too much?
    I turned my head. Blinking sweat out of my eyes, I looked at Slim. Her eyes were shut. Her face was cushioned on her crossed arms. It was speckled with tiny drops of sweat, and dribbles were running here and there. Her short hair, the color of bronze, was wet and coiled and clinging to her temple and forehead. She was marked from temple to jaw by three thin red stratches.
    I found myself wanting to kiss those scratches.
    And maybe also kiss the tiny soft curls of down above the left comer of her mouth.
    While I was thinking about it, she opened her eyes. She blinked a few times, then raised her eyebrows. “Time to go?” she asked.
    “Hasn’t been an hour!” Rusty protested from the other side of Slim.
    “I’ve been thinking,” I said.
    “Hurt yourself?” Rusty asked. Apparently, the rest period had improved his mood—if not his wit.
    “I don’t know about walking home from here,” I said.
    “You and me both,” Rusty said. “We try, the dog’ll have us for lunch.”
    “I’m not thinking about the dog.”
    “You oughta be.”
    “Dog or no dog, I don’t like the idea of trying to walk home. Slim’ll probably start bleeding again.”
    “Big deal,” she said.
    “It might be.”
    “It’s not like I’ll bleed that much,” she said.
    “What I was thinking, though, is that maybe one of us better go for help.”
    “Oh, joy,” Rusty muttered.
    “And what?” Slim asked. “Send out an ambulance for me? Forget it. I’ve got a couple of little cuts....”
    “More than a couple.”
    “Even still, it’s no big crisis. I don’t want to have a goddamn ambulance coming for me.”
    “What I thought was, I’ll run to town and get somebody to drive me back here. Or I’ll borrow a car and do it myself. Either way, we end up driving you home.”
    Slim’s upper lip twitched slightly. “I don’t know, Dwight.”
    “You wanta leave us up here?” Rusty asked.
    “I’d be back in an hour.”
    “But shit, man, an hour. I don’t want to be stuck up here for an hour.”
    “Take a nap.”
    “What if something happens?”
    “I’ll protect you, Rusty,” Slim said, speaking loudly because her face was turned away from him.
    He tossed a scowl at her. Then he said, “Anyway, what about the dog?”
    “Long as you stay up here, it can’t....”
    “I know that, man. What about you? You think