“Where IS it!” he cried, “I can’t find the damned thing anywhere!”
felt a bit sick. Surely I’d seen blood before but never in the quantity
that was pooling there in Doctor Longintooth’s basement. Disturbing
piles of bowel were everywhere, there was a liver on the second level of
the nearby metal shelving unit, sharing space with a disassembled
carburetor and a miniature grease gun.
I spoke calmly, lest the
bloody creature turn his knives on me. “I gave you six stakes my good
man, you do understand that pounding one through his chest would have
served the purpose.”
He stopped abruptly, turned and look into
my soul, and then flipped his head backward toward the body he’d been
rendering. “Look” was all he said.
I did so, and gasped. The
chest cavity was quite cleared of obstruction, and while there were
still lungs within, there was no heart!
“You don’t need to remove it to stake it for God’s sake!”
just the thing” he shouted as he went back to dissecting his prey, his
heart wasn’t IN his chest! Instead I found that liver over there in its
place! That’s the trouble with a transplant surgeon vampire, one never
knows where his parts might end up!”