Subject: Vampires Anonymous: Business Cards -This doesn't really go with the others... but you could consider this one the "word of mouth", or "business card" one. Business Cards By: Dawn Steele The hapless UofT undergrad skulked closer to the pay telephones. He was dressed (quite fashionably) in ragged jeans and a sweater that would have been thrown out twenty years ago. After nervously checking over his shoulder to make sure noone was around, he pulled out a small piece of white cardboard and looked at it. It had been passed around his dorm for the past month. He only knew two people who had actually called the number... he couldn't associate with them anymore, and he knew what would happen if he called. *I have no choice!* He stared at the card, the sub-title rang through his head. [[you get what you ask for]][[you get what you ask for]][[you get...]] And he dialed... "Hello? Is this..." He wasn't sure how to ask, and the person on the other end hadn't said a word yet. "...um, I got this card you see... and I really need some help for...." "We take Mastercard, Visa, and any type of Gold Card. No checks." The voice fairly resonated through the telephone wire, and the young man pulled the receiver slightly away from his ear. "Then you'll do it? I mean... I know what it'll cost, but..." "When?" He put the headset to his other ear, and pulled out a small weekly organizer from his back pocket. Looking at all the circled dates, he sighed, and then gave his answer in a dispirited tone. "Tonight? I'll be at..." "We'll find you." The young man softly hung up the receiver, and picked up his bag. He really had no other choice. Opening the outside door he moved over to a bench underneath a tree and waited. It only took them twenty minutes. They appeared from nowhere. The smaller one came up behind him and grabbed hold of his arms so he couldn't move. The hands felt like vises. The other one came closer and peered into his eyes. He watched in disbelief as the man's (?!?) eyes gradually turned yellowish, then orange, and finally yet. He could his heart beating *ththump ththump ththump* and it seemed to be audible to more than just him. He knew he was talking to them, but he couldn't hear his own voice, just his heart beating. A minute later the words spoken crept into his brain, and lodged there. He couldn't get away from them, and after a few seconds they were permanently etched. <<>> <<< *not* watch TV or waste time until your examinations are OVER!!!>>> Within moments they had seemingly disappeared. Their only legacy were his straight A's, and the large bill he received on his Mastercard a month later. The bill was from "Compulsions". ----------------------- -So you ever wonder how the Enforcers are funded? I tell you I could have used some Enforcers telling to study this past exam period. -Story idea from Kathy King. Who threatened LC on me if I didn't study. It didn't work. :( Dawn steeleld@mcmaster.ca