Everyone Dies in the End #80

ZAK

It sounded like the beginning of a long story to Zak, but the vampire Katarina said nothing more. The crowd once again thickened and in the distance Zak could see a colossal church. It could only be the cathedral of which the guard had spoken. The guard in the lobby of the police station. The cathedral that was their destination.

Zak was not one to play one hundred questions. He was a man trained to focus on the job at hand and how he could tackle it. He applied that focus to everything he did, but this was no ordinary lady, no ordinary circumstance. So he waited a few more steps and then spoke again.

“So vampires exist?”

An overweight, middle-age woman with hair badly in need of another dose of color passed them, headed in the other direction. Her head snapped at the word vampire and she gave Zak a hard look. He didn’t blame her. Vampire was a hard look kind of word.

Katarina turned her face to him. The blood was gone from her chin and he was once again struck by her beauty. “Evidently.”

The one word answer brought a bevy of other questions to mind. If vampires existed, what else? Werewolves, warlocks, the monster under the bed, Santa Claus?

He asked, and she laughed. “I’ve never met Santa Claus.”

They passed a couple eating ice cream. Where the hell did they get ice cream? “But…” he prodded wanting to know, wanting to understand the boundaries of this new reality that had been thrust on him.

“But,” she replied, mimicking Zak’s question, “we need to worry about that den of hypocrites.” She pointed at the cathedral. “In a minute we are going to walk through the doors and kill everything that holds a gun.”

“Whoa, there Dillinger. Why the hell would we do that?”

She didn’t even look at him. “Because they pissed me off.”

“What if I don’t want to help?”

She did stop then, turning to him. “Then I’ll start the killing with you.”

            Zak shrugged. “I was just asking.”