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The Vampire's Apprentice	By : Evilida44 Category: G through L > House Views: 1787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Vacation

The staff aren't supposed to talk about the guests, but of course they do. Being a night clerk or a cleaner isn't a glamorous or well-paid career, and the odd juicy story is one of the few perks of the job. Four of the staff were in the breakroom, drinking coffee to keep them awake through the early morning hours.
"These two gay guys came up to the desk, wanting a room. They've got no reservation, no credit card, and I was just going to say 'no', when one of them pulls out a wad of cash. He won it on the quarter slots. The most I've ever won on the slots is eighty bucks, and I had to pay out one hundred twenty to get it! It's just not fair," said a desk clerk.
"Newsflash. Life isn't fair," said a cleaner.
Besides for all you know, maybe he was a particularly deserving person," said another cleaner. "Doing good works and all. Maybe God looked down and smiled on him. He dropped a fortune into his lap because this guy spends all his weekends rescuing stray dogs and saving small children from burning buildings." .
"They were both freaks," the night clerk said. "They didn't have any luggage with them, just grocery bags from the all-night mini-mart. I could see the packages sticking out of the bags. Aluminum foil." .
"Aluminum foil? I don't get it. What freaky thing were they going to do with aluminum foil?"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know," the night clerk said.
"I thought for sure you would know," the first cleaner said. "You're our expert on freaky, since you spend so much time looking at Internet porn."
"I know," said the second cleaner. "You know how gay people like the Wizard of Oz. These guys have got a Tin Man fetish." .
Norman Gerber, a man with the face of a basset hound who had been working security for decades, now spoke up.
"Two men came in, no reservations, no credit cards, just grocery bags full of aluminum foil? Did you give them a room?" .
"Since they gave me cash in advance, I didn't see the harm." .
"What room?" .
"1409".
Gerber stood up and walked out of the room without another word. .
"He's gonna bust them!" said the night clerk.
"I don't see why," said the second cleaner. "So what if they want to dress up like robots? I've seen a lot worse things than that."

Gerber had tried to forget what he'd seen, but he'd never quite succeeded. He'd only been on the job a month or so when it happened. He'd been called to the casino to eject a young man who had no money left to play but refused to leave the casino. He was an unremarkable person, a skinny guy with longish brown hair, and Gerber had him down as a "hippie-type." He hadn't expected much resistance, but the guy fought like a wild thing, and Gerber had to call for support. It took six men to bring him to the ground. They'd carried him to the back entrance, and he fought, kicking and screaming, every inch of the way. Finally, they got him out, and the young man let out a terrified wail. As Gerber watched, he caught fire. There was a horrible smell that turned his stomach and Gerber turned away, and when he turned back, there was a pile of dust and ashes where the young man had been.
After the "incident", the head of security called all the men who had been involved into his office. At any other time, Gerber would have thought that what Alf Goodrich was telling them was an elaborate joke delivered in the boss's trademark deadpan style. Because of what he had just seen, he took what Goodrich said seriously.
Alf told him that the young man had been a vampire. Vampires existed, and they lived among humans, almost indistinguishable from their prey. In the movies, they had foreign accents, lived in castles and wore opera capes. In real life, they blended in. .
"Vampires have fangs, but unless they're about to bite or they're threatening you, you'll never see them. They can smile and laugh and talk, and you'll never get a glimpse of their fangs. They have long, sharp fingernails like knives, but if they notice you looking, they'll put their hands in their pockets. And if they're signing something, and their hands are visible, they'll talk to you or try to distract you, so you'll look at their faces and not their hands. They have an odor. It's not offensive but it's noticeable. Like dusty old newspapers or rooms kept locked too long. The signs are subtle and easy to overlook. .
The one distinguishing feature of the vampire is his fear of sunlight. He might bring in cardboard, plastic garbage bags, or tin foil to block out the light if he's staying in our rooms. If he's in the casino, like the vampire you just saw, he'll refuse to leave during daylight hours."
Alf Goodrich was dead now, and the men who had watched a vampire burn had gone their separate ways. Gerber didn't know where they were or even whether they were still alive. Gerber was the only one in the hotel who knew about vampires. The burden of protecting the hotel's guests fell on his shoulders.
Gerber borrowed a large cross from a Roman Catholic chambermaid and took handfuls of garlic from the hotel kitchen and stuffed them in his pockets. He found an old wooden doorstop and sharpened it with his penknife. He made it into a stake, but knew that he would never be able to drive a piece of wood through another person's chest. It was too difficult to tell a vampire from a human; he'd never be certain enough to take the risk of killing an innocent guest. He hoped the vampires didn't know that.

When Wilson heard the knock on the hotel room door, he knew that it had to be the Professor. No one else would come knocking at four o'clock in the morning. The Professor would be furious that House was playing hooky, and he would undoubtedly blame Wilson for leading him astray. Wilson took a quick glance through the peephole, just to prepare himself, and was surprised and relieved that the person at the other side of the door was a dour-looking man he had never seen before. He opened the door, and the man waved a piece of paper in his face, identifying himself as hotel security. In his other hand, we carried a misshapened wooden object that Wilson couldn't identify. .
"It's four in the morning," Wilson said quietly. "I was going to bed. What do you want?".
Gerber looked at the guest, who looked only mildly annoyed at being disturbed. He was dressed in one of the hotel's terry cloth robes, and his hair was damp. He smelled of citrus - the hotel's shampoo and shower gel overpowered any other odors. Gerber looked at the man's hands. One of his hands was in the pocket of his robe, but the other was holding the door half open. The nails did look a bit long, but not unusually so. He could hardly put a stake through a man's heart just for not trimming his nails regularly. If only he could get the guest to open his mouth wide. Gerber yawned widely, hoping that this would make the guest yawn, too, but the man just looked at him, puzzled.
"It's late," Wilson said. "If you can't tell me what you want, I'm just going to shut the door and go to bed." .
"I don't want any trouble, but you have to leave." .
"Who's at the door?" House asked.
Like the other, he was wearing one of the hotel's robes and had obviously come straight from the shower. This one was taller and thinner and his voice was commanding. It was easier to believe that he might be a vampire.
"A man from hotel security. He says he wants us to leave." .
"Why?" asked House. .
He came up behind Wilson and put his arms around him. Wilson leaned back, rubbing against him. Wilson made a sound - something in between a growl and a purr – expressive of pure animal pleasure. Gerber, who considered himself unshockable, blushed, but didn't look away. He stared at House's hands with their long sharp fingernails. When he looked up, House met his eyes. He smiled mockingly. He didn't seem at all bothered by the cross Gerber was wearing or by the scent of garlic. Gerber clutched his makeshift stake. .
"We don't need your kind here. I'm giving you a chance to leave now to avoid a confrontation." .
House's voice rose in indignation. .
"If you think my boyfriend and I are going to leave the hotel room we paid for, just because some religious bigot tells us too, you are in for a big surprise. Have you ever heard of GLAAD, because I'm going to make damn sure that they hear about you!" .
"That's not what I mean, and you know it!" Gerber said vehemently, though his voice never rose above a whisper. He wanted to avoid waking any guests who had managed to sleep through House's tirade. .
"What do you mean then? What kind are we?" .
"You're...you're vampires!" Gerber almost whispered that last melodramatic word. He felt ridiculous making such an accusation. .
"Prove it!" House said. .
He opened his mouth wide, displaying his fangs, and Gerber stepped back involuntarily. House snarled and the security man's knees threatened to give out under him. He clutched the wall to support himself. .
House slammed the door to the hotel room and bolted it. .
"Did you really need to do that?" Wilson asked. .
House was unrepentant. He picked up the hotel phone and called the night desk. .
"Hello, I'm phoning to report a very disturbing incident with a member of hotel security. The man has obvious mental problems. I blame the hotel for hiring someone in his condition for such a responsible position. My friend and I are both very distressed. He's a lawyer – tort law – and he's says you're negligent." .
Wilson laughed. He headed for the balcony windows carrying rolls of aluminum foil and duct tape – indispensible necessities for any vacationing vampire hoping to escape the sun's deadly rays. .
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