The scratching noise was driving him nuts.
“What do you plan on doing with them?” James leaned back in his chair and downed his wine.
“I’m not sure,” said Andrew. “I’ve never had an infestation this bad before.”
“You should just kill them. I’ll help you.”
“They’ve already ruined the rugs in the living room. Damn it James, you were with me when I purchased the Turkish Kilim. I’ve had it for eighty years. I loved that rug.”
“I know a guy who might be able to fix it. He can do wonders with blood stains.”
“It isn’t the stains. Look at the holes in it. Totally ruined.”
James stood up and walked around the rug. “I think we should kill them and dump their bodies in the bay. Or I know a guy who can do that for us.”
Andrew stood in front of the window looking out at rain coming down on his back garden. This was his home. It was his sanctuary. “I should have never opened the front door without looking first, but I thought they’d be children. I even had the candy bowl ready to go. Sure it was 9:00 but I figured they’d be teens. You know, just having fun. I had no idea.”
James came over and put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Damn Vampire Hunters.”
Andrew signed and said. “James, why don’t you call your guys. All of your guys. I don’t want to deal with this.”
“Good idea. No need to have to change our clothes. By the way I love your sweater. Cashmere?”
“It is. Soft as my cat. Shawna gave it to me.”
“Good to see you’re finally dating someone with good taste.”
They both looked up. The scratching and muffled screams started again.
Andrew picked his keys up off of the table. “Lets go to breakfast. Solid food sounds good this morning.”
“I know what you mean. I over did it on the blood last night. Holy crap did I ever over do it. I could use some coffee. Bacon too. We have to have bacon.”
“Bacon is always good. Call your guys on the way there. I’ll leave the back door open.”
No need to explain anything else except that friends are always there for each other. That is always a good thing. xoxoxo
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
This is for Amelia
Vampire Maman 
The first word that comes to mind is “fencing.” A tall one. On the other side of a moat.
Unfortunately not an option when you live in the St. Francis Wood neighborhood in San Francisco.
Guess that would be a violation of the Castle Owners Association rules. Is there a limit on dungeon cells, too?
Don’t ask, don’t tell.
Reblogged this on West Coast Review and commented:
A warm hearted story about friendship…
Aw…. thanks! What are friends for if we can’t help take care of the pesky problems in life?
xoxo
It’s always a nice thing to have with friends: breakfast. Nice story! 🙂
🙂