Wrestling the Blue

Quirky Vampires These Days

So I found myself walking atop Big Blue trying to talk a vampire down from the ledge. Of course, I knew him, after all, we go way back. Not as far back as we could go, as I’m obviously not a vampire, mind you. He wasn’t even old in vampire years yet, but old enough not to be atop a blue skyscraper acting like a fool. Below us, the town still and silent in the night. Big Blue, as it is fondly called, was home to the World Wrestling Federation. No muscles around when you needed them and the club crowds already gone, stumbling out in drunken enchantment, entranced with their evening escapades.

“I can’t go on,” he said.

“You’ve only gone for 50 years now, you have to at least make 500,” I replied with a smirk.

“There’s no help, no help…”

“Social Services, let’s try them again.”

“I hate living in that damn dorm,” he moaned.

“It’s the Mission, Steven. A temporary place for uh, people, down on their luck. Oh, but I know, it is too far from the food bank, I mean, the blood bank.”

“I don’t care for either the food or the blood bank. The girls there are chubs.”

“Seriously, why am I here Steven? Why do you have to always call me?”

“Because Marla, you will come. And you loved me once. I need someone to talk to. I always liked talking to you. You…”