M is for Myg

Hearing my unfortunate predicament, Sable the jeweler made me a couple of amulets to help ward off danger.

The necklace carries bonafide holy water, and she gave me another one to wear elsewhere, but this isn’t that kind of story so you can just imagine whatever you like, but it’s because some vampires don’t just bite you in the neck, if you know what I’m saying. But there was a strange problem with it.

When I wore it, my neck started to burn like hell, like I’d been mowing the lawn slathered in baby oil. It seemed to give me some odd sort of rash, too.

Alex and I were making out and he got sort of grossed out by it so he insisted on taking me to a doctor. Now the only proper ER I know is back in Baji, where that Quickstop is, where I accosted the Philly filcher way back when. So away we went.

And all the while I was still pissed at Vanny for starting this shit! Damn her undead ways, that’s what I say. I don’t know if there’s some kind of rehab or intervention for wayward vampires but short of a forced commitment I’ve got no idea what’s going to get her off my back. And Lisa? She hasn’t been around for days, and even if she were I’m not so convinced she wouldn’t just lure me back into the dungeon one more time. And that could very well be my last, if it happens.

I have no idea what to do for now except to just avoid her until I can think of something. My irritation died down a little when we went inside and I was examined by Dr. Hunkyman. I think he was caught just a little off guard that I’d taken off my pants and all, since he hadn’t asked me to, but I was just trying to be cooperative.

I was sure he was going to give me the third, fourth and fifth fucking degree about those marks on my neck and I was good and ready with some fine bullshit to feed him. I didn’t need to hear the “you shouldn’t hang out with those kinds of people, drugs and alcohol and smoking are all bad for you, blah blah blah healthy crap blah…” But he surprised me because instead he just wiped the wound off with a cotton ball soaked in mouthwash, gave me a prescription for ascorbic acid and said, “You’re allergic to holy water.”

I almost didn’t believe him, but I was itching so damned bad all over, it actually seemed to make sense.

So then, what was I to do for protection?

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This entry was posted on Monday, April 23rd, 2007 at 7:01 am and is filed under Capers, Met a stranger, Second Life.