Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Who is Mary Walker?

Chapter 52: Who is Mary Walker?

Fifty years have passed since Al and Calvin made the promise that they will revive D-pop. During that time, they feasted on fat people, freshly dug out from their graves. Yet, when the big day comes, they are faced with one thing…

My hands are sweaty. We managed to get one chance in Blaze. A local queer club, where D-pop is still being played. Calvin, or should I say Cassius, and I made our own song, our own music, and our own dance number. And now, it is showtime.

When the crowd roars its approval, I blink. It is almost like I lost all control. Did I dance like we practiced? I know I moved my body around, because I am covered in sweat. Cassius looks at me, with a bright smile on his lips. Then, he takes my hand in his, and leads me backstage.

"You really can move, Al. It was just wow," Cassius tells me, as he pushes me against the wall. He sniffs me, and then inhales my scent. Oh, mister ghoul, we have to mingle. Don't you play lovesick with me now.

I nudge him off me, when we hear a cough. There is a petite woman, which is not as strange as it sounds. After all, Blaze welcomes all kinds of queer feathered birds. Not just the gays.

"Hello, my name is Mary Walker. The two of you were on fire," she says, and then takes out a business card. She hands it to Cassius, and then turns on her heels, and goes away.

"Talent expert?" Cassius reads, and I take the card from him. It is orange in color, with red streaks all over it.

"An agent, Calvin. Can you believe that?" I ask, forgetting all about our fake personas.

"I never heard anything about a Mary Walker on the TV," Cassius tells me, and then flicks my nose. "And it is Cassius, love. Don't you forget. Come on, time to mingle with the birds."

Cassius takes my hand in his, and then we move around backstage, and make it back to the club. We are met with applause, and questions.

Why D-pop?

Was the song original?

Will you dance one more dance?

I leave Cassius to deal with the excited mortals, and go to the bar. There she is, Mary Walker.

"Hey," I wave at her, and then plop myself on a stool. I wave the bartender over, and smile at him.

"Bring him some rum," Mary says, and the bartender looks at me with a questioning gaze. I blink at her.

"How did you know that is my favorite drink?" I ask her. She giggles.

"That is a secret, Al," and now, I am really intrigued. Sure, she might have been shortening Alex, but I doubt it.

Just who is Mary Walker?

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"Hey, Mary, sorry I am late," another woman, this time petite and quite tall, sits on Mary's other side. The two kiss, not seeming to mind the fact that I am staring at them. I turn away, wanting to give them some privacy.

"Did you think about my offer?" I hear Mary ask, and I turn around, just as my rum makes it to me. I inhale the sweet scent of the drink. Alcohol is one of the few things, that a ghoul can drink. Coffee is one, water is not. Not unless it is boiled, and made to tea.

"Cal… Cassius and I haven't heard of you. And I don't mean any offense by that, but we searched for agents under every rock," I tell her, and she hums.

"I am new," she says, as the bartender gives her a tall glass with a small umbrella in it. She takes a sip, and then offers it to the other woman.

"And so are we. So, as you would imagine, we need someone who can get us in the clubs," I tell her, but do not turn around. I want for her to make her arguments.

"Don't you think it is unfair?" Mary asks, and I tilt my head to the side, urging her to speak. "That, when D-pop became history, people searched for food to fill in the gaps."

"Yeah, that is what I thought, back when Cassius and I started on this path," I say, and then take a hold of my rum shot glass. I take a sip, letting the sweetness engulf me. It is not cheap rum, either. Blaze knows their stuff.

"You should really give Mary a chance, Al. I mean, she knows all about D-pop. She will get you to dance in the air, before you know it," the woman who arrived later, offers her hand. I shake it.

"The name is Helena," she says, and then squeezes my hand. "One thing I don't understand, though. Why change your names?"  

I blink at her. Have these women been stalking Calvin and I?

"How do you know about that?" My eyes look around, trying to find Cassius. I see his blonde mop surrounded by all kinds of people. Suddenly, the club is not big enough. I need air.

"Love, look at what you did. Now he is panicking," Mary says, as she offers her glass to Helena once more.

"Sorry, Tams. I just needed to know. Al and Calvin are nice names," I feel myself sliding from my seat, and then look at the two women with a far more criticizing gaze.

Love and Tams. What was it that the newspapers said about the demon lady, and the paparazzo who killed her? Love and Tams.

"Don't be afraid," Mary tells me, her eyes now a bright red color. "We won't hurt you, Al."

I bolt out of my seat, and go to Cassius. I drag him out of the club. It is when we are home, that I remember that we haven't collected our pay for the performance.

And, just as I think it, my doorbell rings. Helena and Mary…no, Howard and Tamara, are on the other side. With an envelope with notes pocking out of it.

"So, you didn't think you could just steal my invention, did you?" Mary says, her eyes the same red, as in the club.

This is the first time a spirit terrified Al. The first time one held him accountable for eating from their flesh. He had woken a demon lady from her eternal slumber. And now, he would find out, why she was called the Fangs' Bane.

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