"Laymon, Richard - The Traveling Vampire Show" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laymon Richard)

Meeting my eyes, he said, "You can do it, too. You want to, don't
you?"

"No/"

In fact, I did. Blood or no blood, the idea of sliding my tongue over
the hot, smooth skin of Slim's back took my breath away and made my
heart pound fast. Under the layers of my jeans and swimming trunks, I
got hard.

But nobody knew it but me.

"You're out of your gourd," I said. "I'm not licking her and neither
are you."

"What'll it hurt?" Rusty asked.

"Forget it," Slim told him.

"Okay, okay. Jeez. I was just trying to help."

"Sure," I said.

""Cause you know what? If we don't clean all that blood off Slim's
back, it's gonna draw the vampire like a magnet." "What?" I gasped,
amazed. "Points for originality," Slim said. "You think it won't?"
Rusty asked.

"I think there's no such things as vampires," I said.

"Me, too," said Rusty. "But what if we're wrong? What if this
Valeria

is one? All this blood's gonna bring her to us like chum brings
sharks."

Though I didn't believe in vampires, I felt slightly nervous hearing
him say those things. Because you never really know. Do you?
Really?

Most of us tell ourselves we don't believe in that sort of stuff, but
maybe that's because we're afraid to think they might exist. Vampires,
werewolves, ghosts, aliens from outer space, black magic, the devil,
hell ... maybe even God.

If they do exist, they might get us. So we say they don't. "That's
such bull," I said.

"Maybe it is and maybe it isn't," said Rusty.