From ZOMBIE The Fourth in the EM Faustus Trilogy The name’s Faustus. E.M Faustus. Private Eye. Stop asking what the EM stands for. It’s getting right on my tit’s. And at the minute I’ve got enough on my plate. “Blood red. Scarlet The colour of a fresh arterial squirt. It tastes wonderful as it catches the back of your throat. The pressure behind it forces the blood down into your belly, and you find yourself swallowing gulps of blood and flesh, feeling the raw meat from your prey, slide in a gelatinous gulp down your gullet and into your gut until your belly aches with the passion and pressure of the food.” Werewolf eyes glazed with memories of unholy passion. “So do you like these red curtains or not?” I asked holding the packet up so Lilly Mae could get a better look. There are rules. When you’re a P.I, there are rules. Certain specific rules. Concerning ‘Dames’. Dames who’ll do you wrong. Dames who’ll shoot you in the back, but only if they can’t find their ice pick. Dames who set you up for murder, then try to destroy the world to cover their tracks. They’re the dames you deal with. They’re the dames you know. They’re the dames you love. They’re the dames who’ll break your heart. Or rip it out and eat it in front of you while you die. “What about these nice blue ones?” Lilly Mae asked, holding up a sheer set of curtains, with about as much ability to conceal anything as a lap dancers G-string. Sometimes you let ‘Dames’ get close. Sometimes you let ‘Dames’ fall for you. Sometimes you let ‘Dames’ fall into your bed. What you don’t do… ever do, is let them move in with you. “Oh.” Lilly Mae said, stroking the fabric in her hands. “Velvet. We should have some bedding in this.” She said it so slowly and with such passion that all of the blood left my extremities… bar one. The thing was… The very thing was… I had been being sensible. I had been playing things safe. I was not putting myself in harms way. “But what about the hairs?” I asked as she stroked the velvet. “We’ll never get them off.” “Just make sure you brush the dogs before they get on the bed.” She said, and I knew I’d lost the argument. “I wasn’t talking about Dog hairs.” I said and got a kick in the shins in return. “Once. Only once did I do that.” Lilly Mae said. “And I was having a nightmare.” I remember it well. Fast asleep one second. The Next? Face to face with a big hairy beast who was trying to bite my throat out. Just one of the joys of cohabitating with a werewolf.
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