Part 8 (1/2)

11.

Being the Chronicles of Abby Normal, Pathetic Failure to All Creatures Great and Small I have failed as a minion, a girlfriend, and a human being in general, and that doesn't even count Biology 102, which I am still totally failing despite actually going to cla.s.s twice. have failed as a minion, a girlfriend, and a human being in general, and that doesn't even count Biology 102, which I am still totally failing despite actually going to cla.s.s twice.

The Countess has been gone for like a week, and no one has seen her or the vampyre Flood. I've gone looking for them, mainly when I'm supposed to be at school. I don't even know where to look. I kind of walk around asking people if they've seen a totally hawt redhead and they either hurry away really fast or, in the case of one guy, who I suspect was a pimp, offered me a thousand dollars to bring her to him if I found her. Then he offered me a job, because he said, ”Johns go for that skinny Lolita s.h.i.+t.”

And I was all, ”Oh, that's very flattering, sir. Thank you. Once I find my friend I will bring her back and we'll both be happy to service the disgusting choads of creepy strangers and hand you all of our money along with any self-worth we might have left.”

And he was all, ”You do that, little momma. You do that.”

Which is just another reason that I need to find the Countess and beg her forgiveness, because my new phone has video and I can't wait to post a clip on my blog of Jody scattering b.l.o.o.d.y pimp parts all over the Tenderloin. (The Countess has lectured me about respecting myself and how a woman must never sacrifice her dignity to a man unless he gives her jewelry or is a smoking hottie and has a job, so I think there will at least be broken bones and a beating of many colors.) Evidently there's a shortage of hookers and homeless people in the City, it was on the Chronicle Chronicle's Web site. They reported it like it was a good thing, VICE ARRESTS DOWN VICE ARRESTS DOWN or something, and another article about homeless shelters having plenty of room for the first time, ever. OMFG! They're kitty treats, you douche nozzles! That's why I refused to be on the school paper. Journalists are oblivious to the obvious and they won't even let you say f.u.c.k. or something, and another article about homeless shelters having plenty of room for the first time, ever. OMFG! They're kitty treats, you douche nozzles! That's why I refused to be on the school paper. Journalists are oblivious to the obvious and they won't even let you say f.u.c.k.

'Kayso, when I finally got back to the love lair, the windows were all boarded up with plywood and Foo and Jared had like alphabetized all of the rats and had them stacked up and labeled and whatnot. So, I, like, ran into Foo's arms and kissed him a good long time, then I looked around and I was all: ”They're dead. Our loft is full of dead rats.”

And Jared is all, ”Not dead. Undead.”

So to Foo I'm all, ”'Splain, s'il vous plait s'il vous plait.”

And Foo's like, ”It's amazing, Abby. You just have to inject them with a little vampyre blood and it turns them, but not until you kill them. It took us a while to figure that out.”

”So you killed all these rats?”

”I did,” goes Jared. ”It made me sad, but I'm okay with it now. Science.”

”How?”

And Foo says, ”Pota.s.sium chloride.”

At the exact same time Jared says, ”With a hammer.”

And Jared gets all big scared anime eyes and is like, ”Yeah, pota.s.sium chloride. That's what I meant.”

And I'm all, ”You have been killing and vamping rats while the Countess and Tommy are lost and the whole city is papered with missing cat flyers, and like Chet and his minions are eating all the homeless and probably the hookers?”

And they were like, ”Well-yeah.”

”And I had to work and go to cla.s.s,” says Foo. ”And polish my car.”

And Jared's all, ”And we've been making sunlight jackets for those two cops, which takes like a million little wires.” And he, like, points to our coffee table, which is the only surface that doesn't have cages full of dead rats, and there's not even jackets there, just, like, jacket-shaped nets of wire with little gla.s.s beads all over them.

And I'm all, ”Cops can't wear those. They look like robot lingerie.”

And Jared is all, ”Tres cool, cool, non non?”

”No!” I go. ”And do not further endorken the French language by wrapping your disgusting p.e.n.i.s port around it. You'll ruin the whole language before I even learn enough to express my deep despair and dark desires en francais, en francais, you rat smasher.” you rat smasher.”

'Kay, I know that was a little harsh, but I was angry, and in my defense, I was grinding Foo's leg a little when I said ”dark desires,” so I said it with love.

Foo's all, ”We didn't have time to actually get jackets. They need to be leather and they're expensive.”

So it's clear that despite his mad ninja science skills, even my beloved Foo cannot be left without female supervision. But he has has been going home lately, and his parents are a bad influence on him. been going home lately, and his parents are a bad influence on him.

So I'm like, ”I got this. I'll go see Lily.”

Lily is my backup BFF. She used to be my BFF, but at the same time I met Lord Flood and the Countess, Lily got a book in the mail at her work, which is Asher's Secondhand, and it convinced her that she is Death, so I'm all, ”Whatever, ho.”

And she was all, ”Free to live my own nightmare, s.k.a.n.k.”

So we were cool.

'Kayso, I took the 45 bus from the dead-ratted love lair to North Beach. Walking through Chinatown sort of creeps me out 'cause of all the Chinese grandmothers on the street, who I'm pretty sure are talking about me because they think I have ruined Foo with my Gothy-Anglo charms. Also, I get mad dim sum cravings for which I should someday seek treatment, or, like, snacks.

'Kayso, at Asher's, Lily comes out from behind the counter and gives me a hug and a big kiss on my forehead (because she is taller than me in addition to having surplus b.o.o.bage).

And I'm like, ”There's a big violet lip print on my forehead, huh?”

And Lily goes, ”Kiss of Death-get used to it, beyotch-matches your hair tips, tres tres cute.” cute.”

So I'm all, ”'Kay.” It wasn't really the kiss of Death, but it did match my tips. Then I was all, ”Lils, I need men's leather jackets in these sizes.” I gave her the note Foo wrote out with the sizes and cut and whatnot.

And she was all, ”WTF, Abs? Fifty long? You buying a jacket for an orca?”

”Ginormous gay cop. You got it?”

”Yeah. You wanna smoke a clove?”

And I'm all, ”Do you have enough violet lipstick?” Because smoking is, like, the worst for your lipstick and it did match my hair.

And she's all, ”b.i.t.c.h, please.” Meaning, ”Do I ever not have enough makeup?” Which is true, because Lily carries a PVC Which is true, because Lily carries a PVC ROBOT PIRATES ROBOT PIRATES messenger bag you could hide a small kid in, only she carries beauty products. messenger bag you could hide a small kid in, only she carries beauty products.

So I was all, ”'Kay.”

So Lily and I went out the back door and stared at the Dumpster like it was the very abyss of our despair while we smoked. And I'm just getting ready to tell her about the love lair, and Foo, and vampyre kitties and all, because I've sort of been in boyfriend mode, so, like, out of contact, which Lily totally gets.

And Lil's like, ”So, the big gay cop have a Hispanic partner?”

And I'm like, ”Rivera and Cavuto. Crusty day dwellers, but Rivera kind of has a secret-agent vibe. You know them?”

And Lily is all, ”Yeah, they were here yesterday. Rivera wears expensive suits. Smells good, too. I'd do him.”

And I'm like gagging. ”Lils, he's like a thousand years old, and a cop. The Motherbot was getting squishy over him. OMG! You're disgusting!”

”Shut up, I'm not saying I'd do him normal. I mean like zombie Apocalypse trapped in the mall right before we have to shoot each other to keep them from eating our brains and turning us to the undead-then I'd do him.”

So I'm all, ”Oh sure, then.” To make her feel better, because she doesn't have a BF and often overs.l.u.ts to compensate, but I still thought it was disgusting. But to change the subject, I was all, ”So what did they want?”

”They were asking all kinds of irrelevant bulls.h.i.+t. Had I seen any strange cats, did I see the Emperor, or some redhead.”