Burton Nash, Weird Detective Sept 4, 2016 10:58:53 GMT -5
Post by themirrorthief on Sept 4, 2016 10:58:53 GMT -5
He dreamed long into the night. He dreamed of cliffs, gray skies, strange dark rivers...
and other things. she always came into his dreams...her long blond hair and tight black
dress made his heart thump. but always she came with those shadowy figures...those damned
shadows that haunted him. faces were there too. sometimes of people he recognized and
sometimes they laughed or frowned.
On the hill was a shack of a sort. Inside he sat and stared out at the stars which seemed
to mock him with their cold distance and bright but tiny light. He felt nervous and his
back and legs ached with a weird stiffness that had no explanation other than sheer
anxiety. He wanted to dream again. He smoked dope and listened to records...the chili
peppers, better than Ezra, Jimi Hendrix, and Bowie. He even listened to the bowie records
that sucked sometimes but not often. Burton Nash was by profession a private investigator.
He presently kept a low profile due to some push back from a group of mafia hoods that
he'd encountered. The event had led to an ugly incident. He had badly wounded one and
beaten another senseless. Nash was not above violence. That was probably the only reason
he was still alive.
He loved art, his collection was impressive. Things he bought at thrift stores that he
personally liked. Maybe some were valuable. who knew, who cared. Such was life...or life
on the edge of death. Just an old sweet song. Youtube was a curse, he was certain of it.
then came the day when everything changed. the woman came and knocked on his door. It was
her, real as life and maybe larger."My friends said you were a singer, I need someone to
entertain at my party...would you be interested. The pay is nine hundred."
Hell yeah he was interested, and the money didnt sound bad either, all he had to do was sing a
few songs, something he was good at. Besides, he was sick and tired of looking at internet
porn and Keeping up with the Kardasians.
After he did his act, he drank a bit to much. some women at the party had been impressed
it seemed. they were eager to congratulate him. a few stroked his wrist and three
slipped him their number. He wasnt interested in sex...he'd had to much in the past and
it led to trouble f'd up trouble. He drank some more and asked the lovely host
to drive him home. He had come over in a cab but he had a bad experience with that.
the cab stunk and the dude driving was a foreigner...he was scary. Nash was afraid he
might have to get physical with the chap.
She helped him to his door. He apologized and started crying because the money she
gave him would keep him from starving for a few weeks. She said it was alright and
she had another gig for him and she really hoped he would be available. He said that
he would be certainly.
A month later he found himself in a very large mansion with all sorts of truly strange
folks drifting in and out. They stared at him with large, hungry looking eyes. He sang
several songs. He was stoned on grass and pills but he gave maybe his best performance
ever. Then, when the show was over he drank like a fish. A large fish. She drove him
home again. "all those people were vampires and witches," she said. He said nothing.
she took his hand and led him to his door. "Let me in, I want to taste your sweet
sensitive blood." He thought she was joking, but he wasnt certain. the sex was good
that night, really good. afterwards he thought about her for days. she didnt call again
until late one night.
Her voice was husky and aroused. "i love my husband more than you," she said. "but its
your voice and the sex, I loved the sex. and your voice i cant resist, even when you
arent singing. Nash wondered what she would think if she knew singing was only a part
time gig, a hobby really. He was actually a detective and he was on a case. So what if he
mixed business with pleasure. Pain was a part of his job more often than he'd like to
think so what the hell was wrong with a little pure pleasure too? Nothing, not a damned
He met her at a little trashy dive. The booze was good though. She showed a lot of leg,
athletic, creamy thigh. Nash felt something down below the belt. He slammed down another
shot. He thought about the time he'd gotten drunk and fallen off a friend's boat. He
had basically drowned. His buddy had fished him out and brought him back. Burton Nash
recalled the incident and it almost seemed like a pleasant thing, what happened. He
laughed at his own foolishness and the girl smiled. Shelia had a great smile, nice teeth
and gorgeous lips. He wanted her but didnt want to push it. He knew that maybe she really
was a vampire. An undead, blood sucking, fiend that roamed the night and destroyed
people. It was not by coincidence that Nash had a six inch long keen edged stake shoved
deep in the pocket of his overcoat. He had a pistol in there too. Nash was one hell of
a paranoid dude. The girl just smiled and stroked his leg. Her hand was incredibly soft.
As her hand slid further up his thigh. Nash though about his ex wife. He wondered about
what had happened to her, he was wondering that a lot lately. She was probably dead,
after all she had a bad drug habit. He hoped that she'd gotten clean but he doubted it.
What sucked the most was that Nash himself had gotten her hooked. He had given the hard
stuff up but she couldn't. Not enough will power, or maybe she just didn't give a damn.
And who could blame her, being married to Nash and all.
Nash drifted into sleep. He saw graveyards, lots and lots of them. 'People are
dying to get in those places' he chuckled to himself. He thought back to the time
when he had run away from home at the tender age of thirteen. There was an
abandoned farmhouse nearby. The house had burned down and nothing remained
except the outhouse. He had hidden in that structure. At night he shivered from
the cold as winter came on strong. Thankfully he had brought along a decent
coat and some books. He sat there for days reading, occasionally sneaking out
to pluck an apple or peach from the orchard a short distance away. Sometimes
he cried to himself but he was glad to be free of his horribly abusive alcoholic
father. It was a trade off he had to live with. Eventually he had returned home
and found his father had gone to jail for three years for selling dope. Things got
a lot better until he returned home. Nash left for good shortly after and joined
the Marines. The war had made him a man...all the blood, the killing, and the
reality of how twisted life could be forced him to grow up.
Nash woke and felt the heat from Shelia. They had sex and he promised to
attend her next party. It was crazy but he went.
Party two was much weirder than the first. Nash sang a couple of songs then
retired from the spotlight early. He did a lot of drinking and smoked some good
weed. He went outside on the balcony to get some air when he realized that a
couple had followed him out. 'its a lovely night' the well dressed man said.
The woman with him said nothing but Nash noted the weird gleam in her eye.
'yes its quite lovely out here...peaceful' he replied. Then he looked around just
in time to see the two seriously invading his personal space. Their mouths were
open wide and long fangs protruded from slavering gums. Vampires, and nasty
ones at that.
Burton Nash had not lived this long without being aware of his surroundings. he
quickly took the keen edged wooden knife from his pocket and plunged it deep
into the male's chest. It gasped and fell to the group, pathetically attempting to
pull the weapon from its chest. It actually succeeded but the damage was done.
The thing withered to dust and the female vampire hissed, 'we wanted to give
you eternal life and you did...this?'
Nash shot her twice in the forehead with his .25. While its true you cant kill a
vampire with a gunshot, it is also true they function incoherently for an hour or
so after they have been shot in the brain. They need time to heal. In the mean
time Nash leaped over the balcony and raced like the wind into the night. He
did not want to think about what might happen when the crowd inside learned
that their night's meal had fangs too.
Shelia called him and was nonchalant about the entire situation. 'hey, they were
a couple of real a holes. Dont let it come between us darling.' Nash thought
long and hard before going and meeting her at a Taco Bell. As they ate the
expensive junk food Nash could not get over how radiant Shelia looked. 'you
know that vampire chick, Valerie, said you were pretty hot despite the fact you
shot her in the head and killed her husband.'
'I had to do it...he was gonna suck me dry.'
'Thats a vampire for you,' Shelia replied.
end part one
Burton Nash, weird detective