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Feb
20
The wall loomed ahead, or was it a buttress? I really didn’t have time to figure it out.
“Hold on,” I yelled at Brianna as I spun the wheel in a desperate attempt to avoid catastrophe, no mean feat with one hand burned down to the bone.
The good news: we didn’t slam into the wall.
The bad news: the right edge of the hood hit the wall and the car went into a crazy spin.
Tires screeched, rubber burned, Brianna was thrown onto me, then I was thrown onto her, the car turned over and over until finally it came to a halt, miraculously right way up.
The sunglasses had flown off somewhere, probably to Hawaii for a well deserved vacation. I felt like joining them.
The tunnel was a good bit darker than the open road, so I could look around, to some degree. Through squinting eyes and the smashed windshield, I perceived that several cars had stopped and drivers were getting out and heading our way.
“Will you get the $%#& off me!” demanded a rather squashed and disheveled Brianna.
“I’m glad you’re okay too,” I replied, trying to find somewhere to put by hands so I could lever myself up without embedding sharp bits of glass into my palms.
Brianna gave me a helpful shove and I was back in the driver’s seat. Thus disencumbered, she sat up.
“Jeez,” she exclaimed, squinting at me through red eyelids and singed eyebrows. ”You’re a real mess.”
“Look who’s talking. I see a hair salon and a night spa in your future.”
“Are you alright?” asked a new voice. It was a plump man in a shirt and tie, who was pulling uselessly at the twisted piece of metal that used to be the driver’s door.
“Stand back,” I suggested and when he did, I maneuvered myself as best I could to give me some leverage. It took two hefty kicks with both feet but, with a very satisfying rending sound, the door gave way and I climbed out after it.
“Oh my God!” said my new friend, looking at my burned face and singed hair. “Your face.” Then he noticed my hand, “Your hand.”
“What’s next?” I asked, “Your teeth? Go on, say it, then I can say, ‘All the better to eat you with my dear.’ ”
I was disappointed that he didn’t get the joke. He just stood there with his mouth open, catching flies.
“Do you have a phone?” I asked as, with much profanity, Brianna disentangled herself from the wreck.
My new friend’s mouth opened even wider. But I could see the bulge of a phone in his pocket, so without further ado, I extracted it and passed it to Brianna.
“Can you call the local Day Watch?” I asked, “and before the LAPD gets here, if you can manage it.”
It was going to be a close thing. If the Human cops got here before the Vampire cops, and tried to “rescue” us back into the sun, things could get very nasty.
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