Lola and
Gregarious
by
Frank Goree
Gregarious
by
Frank Goree
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He is nothing like one would expect with a name like Gregarious. He never
found out why his parents named him such since they were killed before he
was old enough to question them, killed by hunters. He was raised by
priests in an orphanage after he was found by a landlord investigating a
home that was late on its rent. The story hit the news stations in San
Francisco in mass force, a 12 year old child found in a home filled with
human skulls and no food. Parents no where to be found and he had no
record of birth or existence as far as anybody could find. He was being
home schooled and had no friends.
After the state made record of him with a birth certificate and a social
security number he was sent to an orphanage. At the orphanage nobody
would have anything to do with him, the only people that would try to
talk to him were the priests that ran the place. Initially they thought
that since his case was publicized so much someone would step forward and
try to adopt him but nobody came forth. They were all scared of his
story. He was tall and skinny as a rail and would only eat a few times a
week, and that was just for show. One time a fellow roommate started a
fight with him expecting he would go over easy, being as scrawny as he
was. A missing finger later his screams brought priest running. He later
accused Greg of sucking on the stub and the teeth marks on it showed some
chewing had been applied. He was happy to disappear once he heard talk of
seeing him to an institution.
Lola ended up in Florida, where nothing stops growing no matter what the
weather holds, like the nails and hair after one is dead. Her dad is in
the navy and their family would constantly move from place to place until
landing in Jacksonville once he retired from the service. She was happy to
leave, with or without her folks. She hated Florida, and had a hard time
meeting people that she had stuff in common with that weren’t traveling
kids or freaks. She eventually decided to hit the road herself, since all
her friends kept leaving she decided to join them one day.
She went train hopping with some of the local traveling kids she had
befriended and started to head west. Some of the people she was traveling
with were headed for Quartzsite Arizona for a rock and gem show. It is a
yearly gathering spot for all kinds of people. Rainbow kids go there as
well as homeless kids hitchhiking and riding the rails mingling with
thousands of RV folks. During the period of setting up, the place is ripe
with job opportunities as well as when they are breaking down. If you’re
lucky you can get with a vendor that will hire you for the duration of the
event, although it’s not as common. After being convinced it would be a
great experience to have at least once in her life, she decided she would
check it out.
They met in Quartzsite in a circle of folks that would all sleep around a
campfire a little ways into the desert on the edge of town. Lola caught
his eye with her long black and blue dreadlocks, after sitting next to her
and striking up a conversation he noticed the scars on her arms as she
reached out to poke the fire. The light gleamed off her flesh, with the
two separate tones, unharmed flesh against scar tissue jumping out at him.
Greg notices things like this quickly.
He introduced himself and offered her a rolled cigarette as they sat and
talked for hours into the night, eventually being the only two people left
awake. Around the time the fire went out Greg ran out of tobacco and asked
her if she wanted to walk to the truck stop with him to get another pouch.
They got to know each other quickly as folks seem to do from time to time.
He would have told her anything but chose not to, he was afraid. He would
keep his secrets for now. He had never told anyone about his life, the
only people that had ever known were his parents. He wouldn’t even tell
his girlfriends that let him lap up their wounds.
Once morning came Lola went to ask around to find a job as Greg went to
help set up the booth where he already arranged work. Throughout the day
their moments would meet as they thought of one another, looking forward
to the night they would spend together smoking cigarettes and drinking
coffee in front of the local fast food spot where one of Lola’s friends
had gotten a job.
After a few weeks of getting to know her he felt he established enough
trust he finally asked her.
“Have you ever tasted blood?”
“No. Just mine, I’ve tasted it after licking blades clean and biting my
tongue. The drainage from a bloody nose, but that’s about it though.”
“Did you like it?”
“It’s not bad I guess, mine usually seems pretty sweet. What about you?”
“Yeah my parents used to give it to me. Too young to know it was different
from most. Their friends would come over and everyone would feast. They
would tell me about my family, they said we were vampires. Nothing more
than giving it a name myself I guess, they never explained what a vampire
is or how we’re different.” She wasn’t sure what to make of it, he had
told her about his past and his living situation. He told her about his
parents and what they were like. She wasn’t expecting that though.
“And…” she said. “Are you? I mean, do you think you are? I thought
vampires weren’t real. I mean, I’ve heard about people that claim their
vampires. They drink blood and don’t go outside during the day. Have
obsessions with Vlad, and Bathory; but seriously. If they ever did exist
nobody has seen one in forever.”
“I don’t know,” he responded quietly. “Its tough, I’ve been drinking blood
for years and usually only eat food to keep the impression that I’m
normal. I don’t die if I’m outside during the day and I wear a cross that
my parents gave me that was supposedly blessed some centuries ago in
Europe. It can be really confusing when society defines what you’re
supposed to be and look like, and everything they say is wrong. As far as
I know I’m a vampire, I crave blood and ultimately that’s what defines a
vampire, right?”
“How do you get blood, have you killed people or something?”
“No, not exactly. For awhile I was traveling with a friend that would just
let me drink off her. I told her it was a fetish of mine, that’s what I
almost always do. Get the right people drunk enough and their willing to
do anything, plus I have the ability to manipulate people with my mind.
Although I hate to do it, that’s why I almost always go with a willing
donor.”
”Have you ever thought about breaking into a blood bank?” Lola said
jokingly trying to cut the silence, “I mean, why not. All the blood you
could ever want at your fingertips. Is there a certain blood type you
prefer, can you even taste the difference?
“Some peoples are sweeter than others. When they’ve been drinking you can
taste it for sure.”
“Is it true you can turn someone into a vampire by feeding them your blood?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never tried. Honestly though, I don’t know if I’d be
willing to if I could. In a lot of ways it’s a miserable existence, a
constant craving way worse than cigarettes or drugs. It’s a dog eat dog
world, and your one with your victim. It’s not like eating a hamburger
where you don’t have anything to do with the killing, it’s you. You cause
the injury, you steal their life source, you cause them the harm their
experiencing. You’re not disassociated with your victim at all. After all
that they are inside you, you’re tapping into their conscious just by
having their blood course through your body. Its not pleasant, your
subconscious watches their memories and you get to know your victims in
ways you would never want to know someone.”
Lola sat there almost in shock, Gregarious was making her remember who she
was before she left Florida. Obsessed with books on monsters, her music
and movie collections of the darkest variety. She sat there and started to
miss her subscriptions to Rue Morgue and Fangoria. Her cd collection that
she tried to fit on her mp3 player that ran out of juice a long time ago.
She still had her memories though, and her dreams of getting a place of
her own one day and picking up where she left off. Except it would be on
her terms this time.
“Have you ever eaten human flesh before,” Lola asked. “I mean there’s not
a huge difference, vampirism is just a cousin in the cannibal family.”
“My parents loved eating it. Every once in awhile, my mom used to cook it.
Once every couple months we would celebrate something and they would cook
up some human. I wouldn’t always eat it but sometimes they made me. That’s
where they got all the skulls that the police found. When she was done
picking off the meat she would fill huge buckets with an acid and drop the
remains in them. After awhile all that was left was a gel like goo, and
bones, it would smell horrible when she would dump the buckets.”
“What would it taste like?”
“I don’t know, a lot of people say it tastes like chicken or something.
Honestly though, it depends on who your eating, how well they keep
themselves in shape. Things like that. One thing I remember though, darker
people are really sweet compared to white people. Even the substance of
the meat is different, chewier. White people are kind of stringy, and they
take more seasoning, having a tendency to be real salty. One thing about
eating any human though, is that it takes some serious seasoning no matter
who you’re eating. The younger the better really, from what I’ve been told
babies melt in your mouth.”
“Babies? Are you serious? Your parents would eat babies?”
“No, my mom would refuse to. Every once in awhile my dad would try to
convince her to try it but she always refused. She always said it was the
worst thing you could do, kill someone before they got a chance to live.”
“Would you still eat someone? Now I mean? I’ve always wanted to try it at
least once but figured I would never get the chance.”
“I don’t know, I’ve always said if I could die of lung cancer Id smoke a
cigarette with the right person at that time. There’s something to be said
for challenging death in certain situations, I guess I would if the
opportunity presented itself. Why? Are you saying you want to eat someone
with me?”
“Maybe, I mean, I’ve definitely wondered what it would be like. And if
you think about it this would be the perfect place to do it. I mean, the
population peaks at a million once everyone gets here. Who’s to know who
it could have been, and when it ends we can just go to New Orleans and
start over again. Get a place to stay and build something for ourselves.”
“So what do you propose as a timeframe then, do you want to wait it out
towards the end of the rock show or would you want to get it done
quickly. Plus where are we going to do this, we don’t exactly have a home
to use for privacy.”
Lola sat for a minute taking in the peacefulness of night and thought
about how easily a scream would be heard from the desert while she sipped
her coffee.
“How about we set up a camp about a 15 or 20 minute walk into the desert,
we can put up a couple land marks that only we could identify on the way
there, making the trip full of twists and turns so it would be difficult
to find and even harder to get back to the town from.” She went on, “Save
up some money from the jobs we have and get one of those huge tents that
can fit about 6 people and make it our spot until we decide to leave.”
“We’ll find someone that’s pretty lean so the meat is good. From what you
said hopefully we can find someone with darker skin and start to get them
to come out to our spot and spend time with us regularly. I know someone
that has really strong downers, we get some and put a bunch in their beer
and wait for them to pass out. Duck tape their mouth shut in case they
wake up while were strangling them and poof…we have a few meals.”
“Strangling, that’s no fun. Can’t we be more exciting than that? Anyway
it’s not that easy. That’s what I was trying to tell you, you’re not
buying a hamburger. You have to get all the meat off yourself, it’s real
bloody and after awhile it’s nothing but a big mess. “
“Yeah,” she responded. “But you don’t get the chance to do this every
day. Lets do it, you’d think with all these people running around it
would happen every now and then, but for now it sounds like a once in a
lifetime experience.”
After they walked into the desert and built themselves a fire with some
wood they got at a truck stop, Greg dug a scalpel out of his bag and had
a feast on Lola’s arm. He could have used his teeth she told him, but
blades hurt less the next day and leave less bruising he said.
They spent the next night finding a good place to camp and started to
build their new home. After a few weeks of gathering materials they had a
nice cooking setup going including buckets and knives they would use to
cut up the body into numerous pieces and bury. A lot of the items they got
they went to the next town over to purchase, not wanting to draw attention
to their camp. Gregarious was happy with his new host, he began to gain
nourishment and started to put on some weight eating a few times a week.
Lola was pleased with her new lover and decided to wait to try his blood,
although he offered numerous times.
They had found the perfect victim, a young man that was leaving so nobody
would notice him missing. As they got him drunk Lola slipped pills into
his drink and he passed out within half an hour. Once he was out
Gregarious was happy to partake of his throat, draining him until the
color changed in his face which wasn’t easy with how dark he was. Lola
partook in the life his well. He said he was from Hawaii, and came to get
rocks to go back and sell.
When Gregarious was done they laid him out on a tarp and slit his throat
from ear to ear to finish the job, then they laid him on his back and
started cutting. They used scalpels, cutting square steaks out of the guys
back and limbs. Peeling the skin off with a contraption they made out of
wire and wood.
Once they had succeeded in cutting him to pieces they finished skinning
him and chopped up the body with butcher knives they bought, and then put
the body parts in the buckets to bury.
They spent the next 24 hours tenderizing the meat, taking turns with a
mallet and cooking it slowly over a fire in light oil turning them
occasionally with heavy seasonings. After the first steaks were done they
sat and chewed slowly, letting the seasoning and meat blend together,
mixing and tickling on their taste buds. It was strange; at times it
would be tender and easily chewable, other time tough.
It had a taste all its own, she thought of a restaurant she went to once
that served fake sesame chicken and orange beef for vegetarians and
vegans. She giggled to herself how great it would be if they had some kind
of vegetarian human on the menu.
Lola was ecstatic, the meal was great. It was the first time she had ever
killed something and went through the entire process of stripping it,
preparing it and cooking it up. She decided she damn sure wasn’t going to
let it be the last and couldn’t wait until mardi gras.
Once they had all the meat cooked up they stored it in some containers and
packed it in their bags getting ready to leave a few hours later.
After it was done they cleaned up the mess, stripped their blood smeared
clothes off and made love. After, they had dinner and started to walk for
the bus stop after burying everything in just another hole in the desert.
Gregarious talked about how he wished he could keep the skull and decided
he was going to start a bone collection.
They took showers at the local truck stop and boarded the greyhound bus
at 8:00 to start heading towards New Orleans, making 2 transfers. One in
Dallas and one in Baton Rouge.
Lola decided when they get to New Orleans she will partake of Gregs blood
and wondered if she would change at all. She dreamed of it either way. A
new life, a new being. Her new love.
found out why his parents named him such since they were killed before he
was old enough to question them, killed by hunters. He was raised by
priests in an orphanage after he was found by a landlord investigating a
home that was late on its rent. The story hit the news stations in San
Francisco in mass force, a 12 year old child found in a home filled with
human skulls and no food. Parents no where to be found and he had no
record of birth or existence as far as anybody could find. He was being
home schooled and had no friends.
After the state made record of him with a birth certificate and a social
security number he was sent to an orphanage. At the orphanage nobody
would have anything to do with him, the only people that would try to
talk to him were the priests that ran the place. Initially they thought
that since his case was publicized so much someone would step forward and
try to adopt him but nobody came forth. They were all scared of his
story. He was tall and skinny as a rail and would only eat a few times a
week, and that was just for show. One time a fellow roommate started a
fight with him expecting he would go over easy, being as scrawny as he
was. A missing finger later his screams brought priest running. He later
accused Greg of sucking on the stub and the teeth marks on it showed some
chewing had been applied. He was happy to disappear once he heard talk of
seeing him to an institution.
Lola ended up in Florida, where nothing stops growing no matter what the
weather holds, like the nails and hair after one is dead. Her dad is in
the navy and their family would constantly move from place to place until
landing in Jacksonville once he retired from the service. She was happy to
leave, with or without her folks. She hated Florida, and had a hard time
meeting people that she had stuff in common with that weren’t traveling
kids or freaks. She eventually decided to hit the road herself, since all
her friends kept leaving she decided to join them one day.
She went train hopping with some of the local traveling kids she had
befriended and started to head west. Some of the people she was traveling
with were headed for Quartzsite Arizona for a rock and gem show. It is a
yearly gathering spot for all kinds of people. Rainbow kids go there as
well as homeless kids hitchhiking and riding the rails mingling with
thousands of RV folks. During the period of setting up, the place is ripe
with job opportunities as well as when they are breaking down. If you’re
lucky you can get with a vendor that will hire you for the duration of the
event, although it’s not as common. After being convinced it would be a
great experience to have at least once in her life, she decided she would
check it out.
They met in Quartzsite in a circle of folks that would all sleep around a
campfire a little ways into the desert on the edge of town. Lola caught
his eye with her long black and blue dreadlocks, after sitting next to her
and striking up a conversation he noticed the scars on her arms as she
reached out to poke the fire. The light gleamed off her flesh, with the
two separate tones, unharmed flesh against scar tissue jumping out at him.
Greg notices things like this quickly.
He introduced himself and offered her a rolled cigarette as they sat and
talked for hours into the night, eventually being the only two people left
awake. Around the time the fire went out Greg ran out of tobacco and asked
her if she wanted to walk to the truck stop with him to get another pouch.
They got to know each other quickly as folks seem to do from time to time.
He would have told her anything but chose not to, he was afraid. He would
keep his secrets for now. He had never told anyone about his life, the
only people that had ever known were his parents. He wouldn’t even tell
his girlfriends that let him lap up their wounds.
Once morning came Lola went to ask around to find a job as Greg went to
help set up the booth where he already arranged work. Throughout the day
their moments would meet as they thought of one another, looking forward
to the night they would spend together smoking cigarettes and drinking
coffee in front of the local fast food spot where one of Lola’s friends
had gotten a job.
After a few weeks of getting to know her he felt he established enough
trust he finally asked her.
“Have you ever tasted blood?”
“No. Just mine, I’ve tasted it after licking blades clean and biting my
tongue. The drainage from a bloody nose, but that’s about it though.”
“Did you like it?”
“It’s not bad I guess, mine usually seems pretty sweet. What about you?”
“Yeah my parents used to give it to me. Too young to know it was different
from most. Their friends would come over and everyone would feast. They
would tell me about my family, they said we were vampires. Nothing more
than giving it a name myself I guess, they never explained what a vampire
is or how we’re different.” She wasn’t sure what to make of it, he had
told her about his past and his living situation. He told her about his
parents and what they were like. She wasn’t expecting that though.
“And…” she said. “Are you? I mean, do you think you are? I thought
vampires weren’t real. I mean, I’ve heard about people that claim their
vampires. They drink blood and don’t go outside during the day. Have
obsessions with Vlad, and Bathory; but seriously. If they ever did exist
nobody has seen one in forever.”
“I don’t know,” he responded quietly. “Its tough, I’ve been drinking blood
for years and usually only eat food to keep the impression that I’m
normal. I don’t die if I’m outside during the day and I wear a cross that
my parents gave me that was supposedly blessed some centuries ago in
Europe. It can be really confusing when society defines what you’re
supposed to be and look like, and everything they say is wrong. As far as
I know I’m a vampire, I crave blood and ultimately that’s what defines a
vampire, right?”
“How do you get blood, have you killed people or something?”
“No, not exactly. For awhile I was traveling with a friend that would just
let me drink off her. I told her it was a fetish of mine, that’s what I
almost always do. Get the right people drunk enough and their willing to
do anything, plus I have the ability to manipulate people with my mind.
Although I hate to do it, that’s why I almost always go with a willing
donor.”
”Have you ever thought about breaking into a blood bank?” Lola said
jokingly trying to cut the silence, “I mean, why not. All the blood you
could ever want at your fingertips. Is there a certain blood type you
prefer, can you even taste the difference?
“Some peoples are sweeter than others. When they’ve been drinking you can
taste it for sure.”
“Is it true you can turn someone into a vampire by feeding them your blood?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never tried. Honestly though, I don’t know if I’d be
willing to if I could. In a lot of ways it’s a miserable existence, a
constant craving way worse than cigarettes or drugs. It’s a dog eat dog
world, and your one with your victim. It’s not like eating a hamburger
where you don’t have anything to do with the killing, it’s you. You cause
the injury, you steal their life source, you cause them the harm their
experiencing. You’re not disassociated with your victim at all. After all
that they are inside you, you’re tapping into their conscious just by
having their blood course through your body. Its not pleasant, your
subconscious watches their memories and you get to know your victims in
ways you would never want to know someone.”
Lola sat there almost in shock, Gregarious was making her remember who she
was before she left Florida. Obsessed with books on monsters, her music
and movie collections of the darkest variety. She sat there and started to
miss her subscriptions to Rue Morgue and Fangoria. Her cd collection that
she tried to fit on her mp3 player that ran out of juice a long time ago.
She still had her memories though, and her dreams of getting a place of
her own one day and picking up where she left off. Except it would be on
her terms this time.
“Have you ever eaten human flesh before,” Lola asked. “I mean there’s not
a huge difference, vampirism is just a cousin in the cannibal family.”
“My parents loved eating it. Every once in awhile, my mom used to cook it.
Once every couple months we would celebrate something and they would cook
up some human. I wouldn’t always eat it but sometimes they made me. That’s
where they got all the skulls that the police found. When she was done
picking off the meat she would fill huge buckets with an acid and drop the
remains in them. After awhile all that was left was a gel like goo, and
bones, it would smell horrible when she would dump the buckets.”
“What would it taste like?”
“I don’t know, a lot of people say it tastes like chicken or something.
Honestly though, it depends on who your eating, how well they keep
themselves in shape. Things like that. One thing I remember though, darker
people are really sweet compared to white people. Even the substance of
the meat is different, chewier. White people are kind of stringy, and they
take more seasoning, having a tendency to be real salty. One thing about
eating any human though, is that it takes some serious seasoning no matter
who you’re eating. The younger the better really, from what I’ve been told
babies melt in your mouth.”
“Babies? Are you serious? Your parents would eat babies?”
“No, my mom would refuse to. Every once in awhile my dad would try to
convince her to try it but she always refused. She always said it was the
worst thing you could do, kill someone before they got a chance to live.”
“Would you still eat someone? Now I mean? I’ve always wanted to try it at
least once but figured I would never get the chance.”
“I don’t know, I’ve always said if I could die of lung cancer Id smoke a
cigarette with the right person at that time. There’s something to be said
for challenging death in certain situations, I guess I would if the
opportunity presented itself. Why? Are you saying you want to eat someone
with me?”
“Maybe, I mean, I’ve definitely wondered what it would be like. And if
you think about it this would be the perfect place to do it. I mean, the
population peaks at a million once everyone gets here. Who’s to know who
it could have been, and when it ends we can just go to New Orleans and
start over again. Get a place to stay and build something for ourselves.”
“So what do you propose as a timeframe then, do you want to wait it out
towards the end of the rock show or would you want to get it done
quickly. Plus where are we going to do this, we don’t exactly have a home
to use for privacy.”
Lola sat for a minute taking in the peacefulness of night and thought
about how easily a scream would be heard from the desert while she sipped
her coffee.
“How about we set up a camp about a 15 or 20 minute walk into the desert,
we can put up a couple land marks that only we could identify on the way
there, making the trip full of twists and turns so it would be difficult
to find and even harder to get back to the town from.” She went on, “Save
up some money from the jobs we have and get one of those huge tents that
can fit about 6 people and make it our spot until we decide to leave.”
“We’ll find someone that’s pretty lean so the meat is good. From what you
said hopefully we can find someone with darker skin and start to get them
to come out to our spot and spend time with us regularly. I know someone
that has really strong downers, we get some and put a bunch in their beer
and wait for them to pass out. Duck tape their mouth shut in case they
wake up while were strangling them and poof…we have a few meals.”
“Strangling, that’s no fun. Can’t we be more exciting than that? Anyway
it’s not that easy. That’s what I was trying to tell you, you’re not
buying a hamburger. You have to get all the meat off yourself, it’s real
bloody and after awhile it’s nothing but a big mess. “
“Yeah,” she responded. “But you don’t get the chance to do this every
day. Lets do it, you’d think with all these people running around it
would happen every now and then, but for now it sounds like a once in a
lifetime experience.”
After they walked into the desert and built themselves a fire with some
wood they got at a truck stop, Greg dug a scalpel out of his bag and had
a feast on Lola’s arm. He could have used his teeth she told him, but
blades hurt less the next day and leave less bruising he said.
They spent the next night finding a good place to camp and started to
build their new home. After a few weeks of gathering materials they had a
nice cooking setup going including buckets and knives they would use to
cut up the body into numerous pieces and bury. A lot of the items they got
they went to the next town over to purchase, not wanting to draw attention
to their camp. Gregarious was happy with his new host, he began to gain
nourishment and started to put on some weight eating a few times a week.
Lola was pleased with her new lover and decided to wait to try his blood,
although he offered numerous times.
They had found the perfect victim, a young man that was leaving so nobody
would notice him missing. As they got him drunk Lola slipped pills into
his drink and he passed out within half an hour. Once he was out
Gregarious was happy to partake of his throat, draining him until the
color changed in his face which wasn’t easy with how dark he was. Lola
partook in the life his well. He said he was from Hawaii, and came to get
rocks to go back and sell.
When Gregarious was done they laid him out on a tarp and slit his throat
from ear to ear to finish the job, then they laid him on his back and
started cutting. They used scalpels, cutting square steaks out of the guys
back and limbs. Peeling the skin off with a contraption they made out of
wire and wood.
Once they had succeeded in cutting him to pieces they finished skinning
him and chopped up the body with butcher knives they bought, and then put
the body parts in the buckets to bury.
They spent the next 24 hours tenderizing the meat, taking turns with a
mallet and cooking it slowly over a fire in light oil turning them
occasionally with heavy seasonings. After the first steaks were done they
sat and chewed slowly, letting the seasoning and meat blend together,
mixing and tickling on their taste buds. It was strange; at times it
would be tender and easily chewable, other time tough.
It had a taste all its own, she thought of a restaurant she went to once
that served fake sesame chicken and orange beef for vegetarians and
vegans. She giggled to herself how great it would be if they had some kind
of vegetarian human on the menu.
Lola was ecstatic, the meal was great. It was the first time she had ever
killed something and went through the entire process of stripping it,
preparing it and cooking it up. She decided she damn sure wasn’t going to
let it be the last and couldn’t wait until mardi gras.
Once they had all the meat cooked up they stored it in some containers and
packed it in their bags getting ready to leave a few hours later.
After it was done they cleaned up the mess, stripped their blood smeared
clothes off and made love. After, they had dinner and started to walk for
the bus stop after burying everything in just another hole in the desert.
Gregarious talked about how he wished he could keep the skull and decided
he was going to start a bone collection.
They took showers at the local truck stop and boarded the greyhound bus
at 8:00 to start heading towards New Orleans, making 2 transfers. One in
Dallas and one in Baton Rouge.
Lola decided when they get to New Orleans she will partake of Gregs blood
and wondered if she would change at all. She dreamed of it either way. A
new life, a new being. Her new love.