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Chapter 2 - In which Sam and Carl become familiar with the mating habits of nightmares!
“Sam?” Carl called out. He stuck his head out of the bedroom door. “Sam? You here?”
“Kitchen!” came the answering cry from downstairs. Carl picked up the rope and walked down the stairs and looked around. He spotted a light on down the hallway and went toward it. As he approached the kitchen, he could make out a sound. It sounded like a straw trying to suck up the last bit of liquid left in the glass.
He turned the corner and saw Sam standing over the kitchen sink. He’d opened up the freezer and thrown everything on the ground, and was sucking on a raw steak. As Carl watched, the steak shriveled up, and when Sam removed it from his mouth, it had lost all it’s color and looked like it had been mummified. Sam tossed it into the open garbage can next to him and waved.
“Hey. So, I hit the switch last night, and once the lights came on I realized this place still had power. Looks like this family was all about green energy or something, the solar panels on the roof have been working this whole time.” Sam’s fangs extended down past his lower lip and made him speak with a lisp, and his eyes were spheres of black in his face. He did look fleshier than he had in the morning, less emaciated. “And then I thought that since the threshold just dropped yesterday, probably nobody had raided this place yet, so there might be something in the freezer I could eat. I wasn’t expecting the extra huge freezer in the garage. And we both know that there’s no way anyone is coming back for this, right? Otherwise the threshold couldn’t have dropped. So, waste not, want not.” He picked a pork roast off the floor, ripped off the package, sank his fangs into it, and started sucking again.
Carl sat on the kitchen table and crossed his arms. “Didn’t we just talk about this this morning? I thought you said you needed the life force. This is just meat.”
The pork roast shrank to half its former size before Sam threw it in the garbage. He allowed himself to revert to his human form, the black in his eyes fading as the fangs retracted. He waggled one hand in a so-so gesture. “You’re not wrong, but even this has a little bit. Enough to keep me going, at least. There’s still a little bit of life left in the meat. It’s enough to help humans replenish the damage to their souls every day, it has enough to support the maggots and mold that would eventually grow on it. It’s not the same, it’s like throwing a drowning man a fishing line, but it’s all we’ve got right now.” Sam awkwardly picked up a turkey and his eyes went black as his fangs snapped out. “Besides, like I said, it’s not like I mind the blood.” He bit into the bird and started draining it.
“Huh. So, is this enough? Do you even need to find a human?” Sam held up one hand to forestall Carl while he continued sucking on the bird. Once it was drained, he came up gasping and dropped it into the garbage. “Sorry. That was a juicy bird. And yeah, I do. This helps, but it’s not going to cut it long term. Eventually I have to nibble on a human. Don’t know why, it’s just one of those things. How about you, can you go back to feeding on dogs and cats or whatever?” Sam picked up a whole chicken and started drinking it.
Carl shook his head. “No. Once we started feeding on humans, we got...well, bigger, for one. Something about their feelings...it supercharged us, but now nothing else really works. Well, gods of course, some of the really big things like that, but they end up aware of us and get pissed. We’re, well...kind of like you. There’s something about them we can’t get anywhere else.”
Sam nodded while drinking, then tossed the chicken. “Werewolf? Would that work? They’re immune to the disease, still plenty of them kicking around. And they’re human most of the time.” Sam picked up a package of hot dogs, looked at it, shrugged, and started draining them in rapid succession.
Carl shook his head again. “Not really. Not in the long term. Werewolves, werebears, weretigers, all of them...the animal mind is always there. It comes out more when they sleep. Keeps us from getting a whole lot out of their dreams. How about you? Could we get you a were? Would that take the edge off?”
Sam shook his head. “It might. If I’d thought about it early on I might have made a habit of it. But they really don’t like being bit - I think it might be a dog thing - and I’m not strong enough to subdue one at the moment. And they’re hard to take down, my whammy doesn’t work right on them.”
Sam gestured at his eyes and then bent to go through the packages scattered on the floor. “Yeah, when I do my eyes like this, and I’m not weak from not eating right for months, I can make humans obey my commands. But it doesn’t really work right on weres.” Sam came up with a package of shrimp. He ripped the bag open, picked up a couple, and stuck one on the end of each fangs and sucked them down in a few seconds. “I mean, it kind of works. I can put the human side of their mind down no problem. But then the animal part of their mind pops up, and it sees me as a big damn predator, which, okay, I am, and then they attack. It’s more trouble than it’s worth. Besides, they taste terrible.”
Sam nodded vigorously and continued talking while draining the shrimp on his fangs. “Oh yeah. Have you ever smelled a wet dog? Have you ever licked one?” Sam made a face and stuck out his tongue. “It’s awful. And there’s something in their coat, the oils stick in your mouth for days.” The shrimp exhausted, Sam dug around on the floor and came up with a package of chicken breasts, and ripped it open.
Carl smiled and shook his head. “Well, eat up. You’re going to need your strength.”
Sam tossed out his current chicken breast. “Yeah. About that. A nightmare? They’re real things? That’s kind of a curveball. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’m over a thousand years old. I’ve been around, I’ve seen some things. My last girlfriend was a tooth fairy, I’ve even been to the dream once or twice to see her, I’ve seen some freaky shit. But you’re the first being I’ve ever met who talked about nightmares like they were actual animals.”
Carl raised his eyebrows. “A tooth fairy? Really?”
Sam nodded and tossed out another chicken breast. “Yeah.” Sam gestured at his fangs. “Girl had some really weird kinks. It got kind of creepy. I’d wake up in the middle of the day, and she’d just be staring at me, holding her official tooth fairy pliers, with this really weird smile on her face.” Sam tossed out the last chicken breast and kicked some of the packages over, trying to find something else to eat. “I might be undead, but that shit was creepy.” Sam stood up, holding a package of pork chops. “How much strength do I need for this, anyway? You said nasty little things, how bad can they really be?”
Carl ran a hand through his hair and studied the ceiling. “Yeah. About that. So, usually, they aren’t too big.” Carl held his hands about six feet apart. “Usually they don’t get any bigger than that. And they’re narrow, like I said, like a big snake. Not too hard to deal with.”
“Okay, but you said usually. Why the qualifier?” Sam bit into a pork chop.
“Well, that’s the big question mark. You remember the black death? You would have been around for that.”
Sam shook his head. “No. I mean, I’ve heard about it, but I was already on this side of the ocean at the time. Sounded pretty awful.”
Carl nodded morosely. “It was. It wasn’t all that different from what’s happening right now, to be honest. Half of Europe died in a couple years. Everyone everywhere was terrified, and that just drew the nightmares like a drug. They went wild, inflicting as much pain as they could, and it was a feeding frenzy; and with basically all they could eat every night, they got bigger. A lot bigger. A size the world had never seen before. They’re invisible most of the time, but for those of us who could see them? When they came down to mate, they were big enough to blot out the moon. It was a bad time.”
Sam tossed the last pork chop in the garbage and leaned forward on the sink, then jerked his chin at the lasso. “We’re going to need a bigger rope.”
Carl held up a hand and shook his head. “No, it’s not going to be that bad this time. That kind of growth took place over years. If what you told me is accurate, they just haven’t had the time to get that big again. But still. They’re going to be bigger. A lot bigger than six feet. If I had to guess, maybe 20 or 30 feet long. Fortunately, we’ve got this,” he held up the rope. “That’s going to make things much easier.”
Sam started washing his hands and face. “What is that, anyway? It’s not a normal rope. Feels almost metallic. And it’s magical enough that I could feel it buzzing, which means it’s pretty potent. You actually rob Merlin or something?”
Carl grinned and folded his arms. “No, nothing like that. I got it honestly. Some of the norse gods gave it to me as a thank you a while back. They didn’t need it anymore. It’s definitely magical; it can literally hold anything. Nothing can escape while it’s tied up with that. Even better, whoever holds the rope gets pretty much total control over the creature being held.”
Sam shook his head back and forth, staring at the coil of rope. “Man, that’s a serious object of power you’ve got there.” He looked up at Sam and glared at him. “Who the hell are you?”
Carl rolled his eyes. “So. Magic rope. You get a loop around the nightmare, even just a tentacle, and we’re good. I’ve done this before without the rope, so it should be even easier with it. I can take over it’s mind for a bit and use it as a bloodhound.”
Sam dried his hands and face. “Okay, so while I’m trying to get a loop around it, what are you going to be doing?”
“I am going to be running around blowing on the horn to distract it and trying not to get crushed by a horny tentacle snake horror thing that is literally a nightmare.” Carl tossed the rope to Sam, and cocked his head. “Actually, do you know how to use that thing?”
Sam stepped into the middle of the kitchen’s open space, and started spinning the rope. He hopped left through it, then back right again while it was spinning, then brought the lasso to a stop and let it hang down at his side. “Yeah, not a problem. I told you I came over here a long time ago, I spent a lot of time in the southwest. Ate a bunch of cowboys back in the day. I’m not an expert, but I know how to handle a rope.” Sam looped the rope back up and held it by his waist. “So, where do you want to do this?”
Carl looked at the back door. “Outside, I guess. I might need to run around the house while you try to rope it. I just….I haven’t actually walked on grass in...centuries.”
Sam grinned and opened the back door. “Well then, in the tradition of my kind,” Sam said, then he dissolved into mist and floated out the back door before reconstituting himself. He bowed with a flourish. “Let me invite you into my house.”
Carl walked up to the door and hesitated. “This feels weird,” he mumbled.
Sam straightened up and rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on. I thought you used to be the terror of the night, you’re afraid of a little grass?”
“I’m not afraid, I’m just...give me a minute, okay? I’ve been staying out of sight for millenia, some habits are hard to break.” Carl squared his shoulders, stood up, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and put one slow, tentative foot out onto the grass. He held it there for a moment, and then took a slow step forward, so he was now standing outside of the house. He smiled and took a deep breath, then turned his face to the moon. He exhaled, then sucked back in a deep breath of cool night air. “Empty night, but I missed this.” He finally opened his eyes and smiled at the moon and the stars. “I’d forgotten how pretty it all is on this side.”
Sam busied himself walking around the yard, mapping it out in his mind, and gave Carl some space until he heard him move.
“Ready?” Sam asked.
Carl nodded and raised the horn to his lips, then lowered it again. “Actually, something else I should probably let you know. I don’t really know how this mating call was made, but I’m pretty sure it involved a banshee throat. It’s going to sound absolutely terrible. Just...be aware.”
Sam grinned. “Oh come on, how bad can it be?”
Carl shrugged and blew on the horn as loudly as he could.
The sound that came out was worse than Sam would have thought possible. It sounded like a tortured scream, the last howl of someone being flayed alive, like the noise someone would make when their last shred of hope had been ripped away from them. Sam gagged, then bent over and vomited clear liquid onto the grass.
Carl lowered the horn. “You okay? I did warn you.”
Sam wiped his mouth. “Yeah, wow. You weren’t kidding. I know exactly what you have to do to get someone to scream like that.” Sam straightened up. “I wish I hadn’t had so much to eat. And that’s the noise it makes when it’s happy? How bad are these things, really?”
Carl shrugged. “Not too bad most of the time. Don’t get me wrong, they can be really nasty, but that’s true with any wild animal. But they really do get off on pain. Some of the really old rituals, I’m talking a long time ago, they would summon a nightmare by torturing someone until they sounded, well, pretty much like that, and that would work to draw nightmares down to the dayside.”
Sam shook his head. “That’s fucking horrifying. I’m undead; I’m not a monster. Anything that gets off on doing that to someone, that’s a monster. Can I at least kill the damn thing after we’re done?”
Carl shrugged. “Sure, if you really want to. Go for the eyes. They go down pretty easy.”
Sam nodded. “Okay. I’m good.” He bent his knees slightly and started spinning the rope in a slow circle. He nodded at Carl. “Go for it.”
Carl raised the horn to his lips, then looked at Sam and raised his eyebrows. Same rolled his eyes in response and gestured for Carl to get on with it. With a small smile, Carl took a deep breath and began blowing on the horn. Sam’s mouth twisted, but he kept his composure and scanned the sky, looking for a sign of the nightmare.
After a few minutes of Carl blowing on the horn, sending horrifying screams out into the neighborhood, he tapped Sam on the shoulder and pointed to a spot below the moon. Sam followed his arm, and that’s when he saw it.
Carl’s description had been accurate. The nightmare looked like nothing as much as a very large snake. It’s body was constantly bleeding smoke that vanished once it drifted too far away. It had fangs, and as promised, there were tentacles extending off of its body, looking as if they had been placed randomly on the creature, and they thrashed in a chaotic manner. It had two rows of fiery glowing eyes, running down both sides of its body, and then merging into a single large eye in the middle of its face. As it drifted closer, Sam realized that it was almost totally silent. There was no noise of wings or anything else propelling it. It simply slithered its way through the air. The only sound it made was when it would occasionally open its mouth to respond to the mating call; when it did, it’s voice sounded like a chorus of crying children.
Where Carl had been wrong was in estimating the size of the creature. It wasn’t 30 feet long. It looked long enough to wrap itself around the house with some to spare. Sam looked at his lasso and did some quick math. “I don’t have enough rope to get the neck, start running around the house, I’m going to try for a tentacle,” he yelled to Carl. Carl nodded, still blowing, and started backing away from the nightmare.
It drifted closer, and as it came up over the fence, Sam was able to get a good look at the eyes. They were fiery, glowing a red-orange hue, and every single one that could get a line of sight was focused on Carl. It gave it’s terrible cry again, and then Carl took off, sprinting around the house, blowing the horn frantically. The thing followed.
Sam tried to lasso a tentacle, but their thrashing seemed to be random, and he couldn’t find a pattern. He missed, then missed three more times, before Carl came running around the house. He glared at Sam, who shrugged. “I’m trying!” Carl ran past him, and the nightmare followed, ignoring Sam completely.
Sam missed several more times, then he heard the front door bang open, and then Carl came charging out the back door. He lowered the horn briefly. “Try harder!” he roared at Sam, then started blowing again. The nightmare came boiling out of the house behind him. As it did, Sam had a thought. “Hey, get it around the house again! I just had an idea.” Carl nodded and ran off again.
Halfway along the side of the house, however, he tripped. His foot caught a random divot in the yard, and he went sprawling, the horn flying from his grip. Without the horn to distract it, the nightmare realized it had been fooled. It reared up and bared its fangs, and all of its eyes that could see Carl shifted color, becoming a much deeper red, glowing with fury instead of lust. It screamed it’s terrible call and drew itself back to strike Carl.
With nothing to defend himself, Carl put his hands up to guard himself and looked away. “SAM! IF YOU’RE GOING TO DO SOMETHING, NOW’S THE TIME!” he roared.
The nightmare lunged forward, but suddenly froze. It hung there, staring at Carl but not moving. From behind the bulk of the beast, Sam called out to Carl. “Okay. I think...yeah, I’ve got it. Just...promise you won’t be mad?”
“Look, you said I could rope anything. And it worked, you’re controlling it. So what’s the problem?”
“I hate you.”
“The tentacles were thrashing all over the place, I didn’t have enough rope to wrap around the head or the tail, you tell me what else I was supposed to do.”
“I hate you.”
“Besides, you don’t know it’s a penis. It might have been extending that to lay eggs in you or something. Whatyamacallit. An ovipositor.”
“I know the difference. It’s the penis. I hate you.”
“Whatever. Don’t the humans say you should take life by the balls?”
Carl sighed, and steered the nightmare a bit to the north. They glided over the landscape at incredible speed. “If I’m reading this thing’s thoughts right, we’re a few hours away. Should be there around midnight. At least it’s big enough that we don’t have to walk. I’ve never actually ridden one before.”
“Any idea where exactly we’re going?”
Carl shook his head. “No, not really. Somewhere close to the mountains, seems like it’s been a recent feeding ground. Sorry.”
Sam was quiet for a minute. “You know, in hindsight, it’s really fortunate that was a mating call, or I might not have had anything to aim at.”
“I hate you.”