From last post:
“Well guys,” said Pike, “we’ve been through a lot together. And now, it looks like we’re going to have to fight our way through some vampires.” Pike grinned. “Is this not the best movie shoot ever?”
“Are you insane?” snapped Ella.
“We can totally do this!” countered Pike. “Number one, we don’t even know if these are real vampires. Two, we’ve got some extra swords here so we can at least hold them off. Three, we crossed a bridge to get here, right? Vampires hate running water. We get to the bridge and we’re safe!”
Ella groaned and moved to the back of our group. “I’m calling Miriam,” she said. “You’ll keep them distracted, right?”
“Good Plan B, Ella” said Pike. “Stay close and grab a sword, guys.” The trio in front of the amphitheater hadn’t moved from their previous position, and still didn’t move when we picked up swords that were used in the fight scenes recorded earlier. But when we stepped off the stage they started to follow. We walked backward down the path we had come.
“Sorry, gentlemen and lady,” said Pike, “but we’ve got to go.”
“I insist that you stay,” said the man who had spoken to us, with an edge of menace. He and Pike had the following exchange:
Pike: I reject your insistence.
Vampire: Your rejection is futile.
Pike: Your definition of futility is irrelevant.
Vampire: Your concept of relevance is inconsequential.
Second Vampire: Oh, screw this.
The second male vampire lunged at Pike, who responded with an impressive sword strike. “Wow, Pike!” I said. But then I saw that the vampire merely had torn clothes and an affronted look.
“Pike?” said the female vampire. “Hold on.” She looked at the stage, where Pike and his crew had left the equipment. “Are you shooting a movie here?”
“Yeah,” said Pike.
I didn’t think it would be a good idea to identify myself and no one else said anything either. The vampiress smirked and widened her eyes. She was looking at me. When she spoke again her voice had a weirdly resonant quality, as if it were causing the strings of a cello to vibrate next to my ear. “Is one of you Arthur…”
“Yeah, that’s me,” I said, with an enthusiasm that surprised me. I half expected a Spartacus moment from my companions, which didn’t materialize. I did hear another groan from Ella, however.
The vampiress moved a little closer to me, though not close enough to be hit by a sword. Her eyes were bright and her full lips were curved in an anticipatory smile that revealed her fangs.
“Omigod!” she said in a normal voice. “I read your blog!”
“Really?” I said.
“Totally!” she responded. “It’s so cool that someone’s writing about the real Detling!”
“Thanks!” I said. I hadn’t met such an enthusiastic a reader before.
“Oh! And I love Ingrid! You should do more stuff with her!”
Ella sighed. “Come on, Arthur, she’s just toying with you.”
The vampiress clapped her hands. “Ooo! You’re Ella, right? That is such an Ella thing to say!”
“Well, yes,” said Ella, a little vexed.
The vampiress turned to her companions. “Aw, we have to let these guys go!”
At that moment a breeze came up. It was strange, because I could hear it and see the vampires’ hair and clothes blowing, but I felt nothing. The breeze quickly escalated to a gale that the vampires had trouble standing against. But I still couldn’t feel anything and it didn’t seem to affect anyone in our group either.
Ella chuckled. “Brilliant, Miriam! Let’s get out of here.”
“But…” I pointed at the vampiress. “I thought we were, you know, connecting.”
“She can post a comment if she likes the blog so much,” Ella said. “Now come on.”
We ran back to our cars and Ella told us to meet at the bookstore. Shortly after I got there, Miriam arrived. She explained that she set up the birdbath in her backyard to show her locations she’s familiar with, kind of like Galadriel’s fountain in The Fellowship of the Ring, I guess. That’s how she knew how to target the wind she created. Upon learning that Miriam couldn’t teleport the movie equipment from the amphitheater, Pike resolved to go there shortly after dawn to retrieve it.