Ain’t No Cure for the Cervitaur Blues, Chapter 11
Here it is. Later than I said it would be, but I finally finished this chapter. Hope you enjoy it. :)
Bill decided that, as far as meat sacks went, vampires were actually a step down from humans. Living human flesh felt so many things, from barely noticeable air pressure to the exquisite agony that came with piercing said flesh with a multitude of sharp objects, or breaking bones and tearing at the insides.
Vampires, on the other hand, barely had any pain receptors in their undead meat. He had discovered this when he had experimentally snapped all the fingers in Gideon’s left hand. There was, disappointingly, little pain. Gideon’s reaction, however, had been priceless.
Gideon’s disembodied soul was still dutifully floating after him when he had bent the pinky finger back until it broke, and the kid had cringed so violently, he sent himself spinning backward end over end. “What are you… did you just break my finger?”
“Sure did!” Bill said, and looked Gideon right in the eye as he grinned and snapped the ring finger at the mid-knuckle joint.
It was difficult for a spirit to look like he was ready to puke, but somehow Gideon managed it. “Could you please… not do that?” he asked weakly.
Bill responded by snapping the fingertip bone of the middle finger. “No wonder you made such a lousy vampire, kid! This doesn’t even really hurt! Not to mention, this will heal up in no time! How do you expect to live forever if a little thing like this makes you lose your nerve?”
And there it was again. That brief, guilty look on Gideon’s face that spoke of treachery. A look that said he had no desire whatsoever to reclaim his undead meat sack.