“Come with me.” Jody took Tommy’s hand and led him into the bedroom. “I’ve got to show you something. You two, do not come into this room, do you hear me?”

“We can’t make crazy monkey love now, Jody. They’ll hear us, and we usually end up breaking all the furniture.”

“You learned how to go to mist, when you were with Chet. You said you learned?”

“Yeah, that’s how I got these clothes. They’re stupid, aren’t they?”

“Tommy, the vampire, the old one, her name was Bella, she told me something. Kiss me. Kiss me and go to mist. Don’t think about it, don’t stop, just melt into the kiss.”

She kissed him and felt him as he faded from solid, and followed him exactly, until they were a single entity, sharing every secret, every fear, every victory, everything, the very essence of who they were, wrapping around each other, winding through each other as each lived the other’s history, as every experience they had, they had together, with comfort and joy, with abandon and passion, without words or boundaries, and as often happens to two in love, time lost all meaning, and they might have stayed there, like that, forever.

When they finally fell out of it they were naked, on the bed, giggling like insane children.

“Wow,” Tommy said first.

“Yeah,” she said.

“So, Okata saved you?”

“Yeah, he needed to save someone. He had always needed to save someone.”

“I know. I’m okay with it, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” she said.

“I can’t do it, Jody. It’s amazing, and I adore you, but I can’t do it.”

“I know,” she said, because she did. “This is me now, Tommy. I like this, I like the night, I like the power. I like not being afraid. I was never anything until I was this. I love being this.”

“I know,” he said. He knew that she had always been cute, but not beautiful. Always a little dissatisfied with who she was, worried about what men, or her mother, or anyone thought of her. But she was beautiful now. Strong. She was exactly what she wanted to be.

He said, “I need the words, Jody. It’s who I am.”

“I know.”

“I’m not a vampire. I’m a writer. I came here to be a writer. I want to use gelatinous in a sentence. And not just once, but over and over. On the roof, under the moon, in an elevator, on the washing machine, and when I’m exhausted, I want to lay in my own gelatinous sweat and use gelatinous in a sentence until I pass out.”

Jody said, “I don’t think gelatinous means what you think it means.”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s what I need to do. I need to write something. I need to write my little Holocaust girl story.”

“I thought it was a little girl growing up in the segregated South.”

“Yeah, whatever. It’s important.”

“You know I know this already, right?”

“I know, but that’s what I’m saying, I need the words. I love you, but I need the words.”

“I know,” she said. “Let’s go let Foo change you back into a word guy.”

“And you’re going to go away?”

“I have to.”

“I know,” he said. “You know, I think that merging might have ruined me.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re lying there completely naked and I don’t want to sex you up.”

“Really?”

“Let me think about it. No, false alarm, I’m okay.”

“C’mere, writer boy. Let’s break some furniture.”

“Praise Jah’s sweet love for given us a fired-haired snowy biscuit,” Kona said. “Welcome, me sweet deadie sistah. Welcome aboard.”

“Mistress,” Jody said. “Sweet deadie mistress.”

“Troot, mistress. Welcome aboard.”

The ship was a wonder of technology and luxury. Kona had lent Foo Dog his security bracelet and Foo had gone aboard and reset the security so the ship didn’t kill anyone who set foot on board, then he and Kona had walked her through the ship showing her the thousand different ways it had been set to kill a person. It was an elegant, redundant death trap.

“You’ll want to turn the systems back on,” Foo had said. “There’s a reason they had this kind of security.”

Jody said good-bye and led him off the ship. Now that she had one of his UV lasers in one hand and a number of vacuum blood vials in the other she followed the ersatz Rastaman down to the deepest chamber of the ship, where Foo had not gone. They approached a wide, white, waterproof hatch with a small porthole and a heavy stainless-steel wheel securing it.

Kona hit a light switch. “That make just a wee UV, mistress. Make dat dogheart bastid turn solid so he can’t sneak out.”

Jody looked in the port and a face hit it with a snarl, leaving bloody spit on the thick glass.

“Well, hello, pumpkin. How have you been?”

The vampire snarled. It was Elijah, the old vampire who had turned her, turned them all, really, if the legend was true. But he looked like a wild animal now, naked, his fangs bared, snarling at the tiny window.

“Can he hear me?” Jody asked.

“Oh yeah, he hear. You got to tell him to go to the back of da room, ma. I’n’I can lock him back there with the second door. Like an airlock. Dat’s how we feed dat old buggah.”

“Go to the back of the room, Elijah. I have something I need you to do.”

The vampire snarled at her.

“Okey dokey,” she said, and she put on her sunglasses, placed Foo’s laser against the glass, and promptly blasted Elijah’s right ear into ash.

He roared at her.

“Oh, I know that had to hurt. Hear that high whining sound, Elijah. That’s the laser recharging. Takes about a minute. When it’s done I’m going to burn off your willie unless you get your ancient ass to the back of the cell.” She smiled.

“Shoots, brah, she a cold heart bitch don’t you know. You outta-shoulda do what she say, yeah?”

The old vampire backed through the inside door, snarling, and Kona worked the switch, sealing it. Then he opened the heavy outer hatch.

Jody placed the vacuum vials in the chamber, then said, “Okay, Elijah, I need you to fill these with that sweet, first-generation vampire blood.”

They sealed the outer hatch, and Elijah snarled and resisted, but after having his other ear burned off, relented. Twenty minutes later Jody was holding the four vials of Elijah’s blood and Elijah was lapping two quarts of tuna blood out of a stainless-steel bowl.

“He be all right,” Kona said. “Dem ear heal up in minutes and he be back in the mystic fo’ weeks.”

“And how long to get the rest of the art supplies onto the Raven?” she asked.

“It’s all on board, mistress.”

“Then cast off, Cap’n.”

“Aye, aye, mistress.”

Jody turned to Okata, who had stood silently, his eyes wide, watching the whole scene.

“These are for you,” she said, holding out the vials. “I’ll help you. I hope you like night scenes. You’re going to have a lot of prints to make. But you’ll have time.”

“Okay,” said the swordsman, with a smile.