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  Fat Vampire

  A Never Coming of Age Story

  Adam Rex

  FOR MARIE

  Contents

  The Fall

  The Previous Summer

  1

  My Dork Embrace

  2

  Endangered Species

  3

  The Magic Kingdom

  4

  Quick, Robin…to the Bloodmobile!

  5

  American Indian

  6

  Plasma TV

  7

  This Week, On Vampire Hunters…

  8

  Batting Practice

  9

  Sound Bites

  10

  Confluence

  11

  First Issue

  12

  Pack Lunch

  13

  Nocturnal Admissions

  14

  Dark Stalker

  15

  Testing

  16

  Secret Vampire Shit

  17

  High Stakes

  18

  The Sweet Cloud of Togetherness

  19

  Pajama Party

  20

  Sound Bites, Redux

  21

  Cross

  22

  Origin Stories

  23

  Great White Hunter

  24

  Open the Door for Your Mystery Date

  25

  Blood Brothers

  26

  Fade to Black

  27

  Roles

  28

  Ladies and Gentlemen

  29

  The Undyed

  30

  Curtains

  31

  Pale

  32

  The Wolf in Creep’s Clothing

  33

  Vant

  34

  Donor

  35

  Vampire Hunters

  36

  The Fall

  About the Author

  Other Books by Adam Rex

  Credits

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  THE FALL

  DOUG CAME TO, lying on his back in what felt and smelled like a field. A gray, milky sky gaped over him. He took it in too quickly and fluttered his eyes.

  Why was he on his back in a field? What was wrong with his chest? This last thought came suddenly as he sensed something pressing down on him. He lifted his head, and for a kaleidoscopic moment glimpsed the wooden stake in his heart before his vision swam black and his head hit the dirt again.

  “Oh yeah,” he whispered. “Forgot.”

  “You keep passing out,” said a voice. “You wake up, look at the stake, pass out again. But shouldn’t you be dead? I thought a stake through the heart was supposed to kill you.”

  “It seems like a good…” wheezed Doug, “guess to me.”

  High above, a crooked line of birds perforated the lightening sky. It was very cold.

  “I think…I think sometimes you think you’re the hero of the story, and sometimes you think you’re the victim,” said the voice. “But you’re not either.”

  THE PREVIOUS SUMMER

  1

  MY DORK EMBRACE

  DOUG SAID, “Hi,” and the girl turned. The perfect girl with red hair and a nearly empty cup of yellow beer turned and looked at him. He tried to relax his eyes, take all of her in at once—the blue belly shirt, the bottomless cleavage—without appearing to ogle. He didn’t know her or practically anyone else at the party. She didn’t know him. She wouldn’t have any reason not to talk to him.

  She found a reason. Look—it was all there on her face. She’d seen through his disguise—the hair gel, the too-tight shirt from Apparel Conspiracy. He was a completely surprising form of life, something that should not be at a party, shouldn’t be addressing her. A gorilla maybe, frantically signing Koko want kitten. Koko want kitten.

  “What?” she said. Not superinviting.

  “Hey. I’m Doug.”

  She seemed hesitant to give her name, like she might get it back with gunk on it. But then, “Carrie. My friend’s coming right back.”

  “That’s…cool. So what school do you go to?” he asked. Not that he knew any schools in San Diego.

  “Garfield,” said the girl, but as she did so she arched her neck to look over his shoulder. Her long, soft, beautiful neck.

  Koko want kitten.

  “It’s…kind of crowded in here,” said Doug. “Don’t you think? You want to go outside? Get some fresh air?”

  “I’m waiting for my friend,” said the girl. And then her whole posture relaxed, and a sudden brightness in her eyes told Doug that she’d just seen this friend, the friend was close, like the friend had just pressed the button on her key chain that made the headlights flash and the locks pop.

  “Just for a second,” said Doug. “Really quick. I want to show you something.”

  “Ew.”

  “No, it’s not like…Just trust me…Come outside…It’s totally amazing…”

  The friend was back. The friend was right there, and Doug heard himself say, “I’m a vampire.”

  Both girls stared at him for an airless moment, possibly deciding how they were going to take this. Funny or Scary? Funny or Scary?

  “A creature of the night,” Doug continued. “Cursed like Cain to wander—”

  “Aren’t you a little fat for a vampire?” asked the friend.

  Funny it is, then. Doug sighed. “I guess.”

  “Oh, my god, are you one of those comics convention people?” asked the friend. “Paul said there wouldn’t be too many of them.”

  “Look, sorry,” said the girl, the girl whose name Doug had to admit had already escaped his mind. “I’m here with my friend. Maybe someone else will go see your comic book thing.” They turned to leave.

  “I wasn’t trying to show you a comic book!” said Doug as he followed them. “I’m a vampire! I’m a fat vampire, okay? I was trying to lose weight before I got bitten. Now I’m screwed.”

  The girl faced him. A second or so later her friend realized she was walking all by herself. She clucked her tongue and came back.

  “Why are you screwed?” asked the girl.

  This was something. Not really the topic Doug wanted to talk about, but at least they were talking.

  “I’m…cursed,” said Doug. He was going to have to come up with another word for cursed. “For all eternity, always alone, never able to quench my dark—”

  No, he could see in her face he was losing her. Something else.

  “Look,” he said, “vampires don’t change, right? I’m never going to get any older, and I’ll always look like this. Short. Doughy. You know I haven’t had anything to eat or drink except blood for the last month? And nothing. No change. If I can’t lose weight on an all-blood diet—”

  “So is that why you wanted me to go outside with you? You were going to attack me?”

  “No! No, I—”

  “You were going to drink my blood?”

  Doug dropped his eyes, but then he was just staring at her bare belly, at the hypnotic whorl of her navel that would certainly bewitch him, make him stupid with want. He glanced to her right and noticed a few bystanders were listening, their conversations ebbing away. Beautiful people with faces like flowers, turning slowly to bask in someone else’s blazing embarrassment.

  “Only if you wanted me—”

  “What?” said the friend. “We CAN’T HEAR YOU.”

  “Only if you wanted me to,” said Doug. “I just would’ve showed you my fangs and then…maybe you’d be, you know”—when he finished the thought it was barely there—“into it.”

  “Okay, time to
go,” said a really tall guy who came out of nowhere. He grabbed Doug’s arm and escorted him, backward, stumbling, toward the door.

  “Don’t be too mean to him,” the girl called after them. “He didn’t do anything.”

  Don’t be too mean to him, thought Doug. Not TOO mean. He was fifteen years old, he would always be fifteen years old, and it was possibly the nicest thing any girl would ever say about him.

  Doug dug in his heels. “Wait,” he said. “I can’t leave without my friend. I dragged him here.”

  His escort appeared speechless that Doug had been able to stop their momentum at all. Another tall, good-looking teenager had to step up to the plate.

  “Fuck, there are more of you?” he said. “Where’s your friend?”

  “Probably hiding in a bathroom.”

  This second guy went off to look, leaving the first to stand there and hold Doug’s arm and glare.

  “Look, you can let me go,” said Doug. “I’m not going to turn into a bat or anything.”

  “Heh. What? Shut up.”

  “Seriously. I’ll leave as soon as my friend gets here.”

  “I think you can let him go,” said someone new.

  Doug’s escort let him go. “Whatever. Your house, Paul.”

  “Oh,” said Doug to the new kid. “You’re Paul. Nice party.”

  “Thanks. How did you find out about it?”

  “I found a flyer at the convention center. At the pre-con party. It was under Stan Lee’s foot.”

  “Someone must’ve dropped one,” said Paul. “Sorry, it was more of an invite-only thing.”

  “I didn’t know.”

  Just then Jay appeared with a tall guy holding each arm.

  “Here he is,” one of them said. “People in the bathroom line said he’d been in there a half hour.”

  Doug glanced at his watch. That sounded about right.

  Outside, Doug and Jay shuffled through wet grass, aware of the gazes of two or three guys standing guard on the front porch to make sure they didn’t double back, sneak in through a window, slide down the chimney. Crash the party and get dork all over everything.

  “Don’t take this the wrong way,” said Jay as they reached the car, “but that would have been a great moment for you to turn into a wolf or command rats or something.”

  “Yeah. And then you could have gone and done recon in the bathroom again. Everything secure in there? Did they have enough guest towels?”

  Jay didn’t reply.

  They drove off into the dark street.

  “I have to feed soon!” said Doug. “I feel like I’m starving and going crazy at the same time. I’m curs—damned! I’m damned to forever yearn for the…vile…”

  “Vile crimson ichor?” offered Jay.

  “No. For the vile…for the sweet, vile…” Doug trailed off. Damn it, “vile crimson ichor” had been pretty good.

  “Will you die?” asked Jay. “If you don’t…feed? Will you die again?”

  Doug exhaled and watched the houses pass.

  “I don’t know. It was bad enough the first time.”

  “You said it was awesome,” said Jay. “Before, you said that getting turned into a vampire was better than sex.”

  “Yeah…but—”

  “You said it was like your penis went bonernova—”

  “Can you not say ‘penis’? Please? It’s like I get the exact opposite of a bonernova whenever you say it. Say ‘dick’ or—”

  “I don’t swear,” said Jay. “You know I don’t.”

  “Look. Okay. Obviously…” said Doug, “obviously the getting-turned-into-a-vampire part was great, and the vampire chick was hot and everything, but the actual dying part sucked. Obviously.”

  “Oh. Sorry.”

  “’S okay.”

  Doug rolled down his window a few inches and wedged his nose into the gap, inhaling the thick, salty air. Anything to keep from smelling the one hundred and fifty pounds of blood and best friend in the driver’s seat next to him.

  “You’re the one with family here,” said Doug. He and Jay were staying with Jay’s aunt and uncle during the convention. “Are there any farms close by?”

  Jay thought a moment. “I don’t think so. Maybe some citrus orchards. Ha! Maybe some blood oranges.”

  “Jay—”

  “No. No farms.”

  “Well…there has to be something,” whined Doug, “someplace with big animals. Big enough so I won’t kill them.”

  Jay was quiet. Then he made a turn toward the freeway.

  2

  ENDANGERED SPECIES

  THE SAN DIEGO ZOO is located within a twelve-hundred-acre expanse of garden and cultural attractions called Balboa Park and encircled by lush palms and meticulously trimmed topiary elephants. Its outer wall is thirty feet high and can be scaled by an out-of-shape vampire carrying a friend if he sits down for a while afterward.

  “Just a sec,” Doug huffed for the second time. His head was spinning, and the first verse of a song he didn’t like was going around and around in it. Jay cast his eyes about with his hands over his nose and mouth. He flinched at every noise. Finally he went to stand behind a cart that sold T-shirts.

  “We should meet back here if we get separated,” he whispered. “Right at this cart.”

  “Why would we get separated?”

  “I don’t know. If guards chase us.”

  “Jesus, there won’t be any guards in here. Why would they be on the inside? No one else could climb that wall. If there are guards, they’re probably all out there.”

  Jay said nothing, but after a minute he stepped out into view.

  “Okay, I’m ready,” said Doug. “You know, if I was full of blood, I bet I could have hauled ass over that wall. I could have carried two of you. I could have carried a whole cheerleading squad.”

  “Why a cheerleading squad?”

  “I dunno…girls like animals.”

  They chose a path at random past the gift shops and snack stands, and wended their way into the heart of the zoo.

  Jay looked at a sign nearby. “‘Capybara,’” he read.

  “Too small.”

  “It’s the world’s largest rodent.”

  “Good for the capybara. I hope it has a coffee mug that says so. I’m not putting my mouth on it.”

  They continued down the winding path, peering into the dark, quiet habitats. Doug sang under his breath, “‘What the world…needs now is love, sweet love. It’s the only thing that there’s just…too little of’—Oh, great. Perfect.”

  “What?”

  “Why can’t I have a good song stuck in my head?”

  “My uncle doesn’t like people messing with the radio. He says he has it just how he likes it.”

  “It’s a terrible song.”

  Jay shrugged.

  “No, seriously,” said Doug. “It’s stupid. I mean, love is the only thing that there’s too little of? What about…uh…coal? Or trees?”

  “‘Jaguarundi.’”

  “What?”

  “‘Jaguarundi,’” said Jay, reading a sign. “They’re endangered.”

  “Right, see?” said Doug. He looked at the sign. “I probably shouldn’t feed on something endangered, right? Plus it’s too small.”

  “How about the…Bornean bearded pig?”

  “No.”

  “It’s over three hundred pounds,” said Jay. “It’ll be okay.”

  “No. I…” Doug searched for the right words. “I don’t want you to think I…this is going to sound kind of weird, but…”

  Jay looked up at him.

  “I was hoping for something a little more…sexy,” said Doug.

  “Sexy?”

  “Not actually sexy! Not, like, I’m into animals or anything. Just…it’s bad enough I have to drink from an animal in the first place, you know? There has to be something more…elegant than the whatever bearded pig.”

  Jay read the next sign.

  “What about the ‘Southern bush
pig’?” he asked. “That’s sexier, right?”

  “You really don’t know the answer to that question, do you?”

  Jay blushed the color of raw meat. Doug had to look away. An awkward moment passed between them like a cripple.

  “At home you feed on cows,” said Jay finally. “Cows are sexy?”

  “No, it’s all…In my head the blood drinking is about either romance or food. It’s complicated. The perfect animal…would be, like, a real pretty doe.”

  “Or a unicorn,” said Jay.

  “Don’t be stup—” Doug began. “Okay, yes. Or a unicorn. But this zoo doesn’t have any unicorns, and I don’t know if a doe weighs enough. I might kill it.”

  “A tiger?”

  “It might kill me.”

  “Um,” said Jay, casting about for an idea. “Ooh! This way.”

  “A panda?”

  “Sure,” said Jay. “It’s at least sexier than those pigs, right? And it’s big and gentle. They’re like huge babies.”

  “Huge bear-shaped babies.” Huge, endangered bear-shaped babies, Doug realized with a pang. But what with all the bamboo-eating and never-mating-in-captivity, he thought they might be endangered because they were just kind of stupid.

  “Yeah, but they’re not really bears, are they? I think they’re more closely related to the raccoon or something,” said Jay, but he didn’t look sure.

  The raccoon comment was undoubtedly meant to reassure Doug, but it only made him think of rabies and bandit faces and those sharply determined little hands. He leaned forward, his stomach against the railing, and searched the enclosure.

  “I don’t see it,” he said.