Guilty Pleasures   ::   Гамильтон Лорел

Zachary turned with a flourish, spreading arms wide. “Ladies and gentlemen, behold, the undead.” He grinned at his own joke. No one else even smiled. I didn't get it either.

“Did you see a vampire murdered?”

The zombie nodded. “Yes.”

“How was he murdered?”

“Heart torn out, head cut off.” His voice was paper-thin with fear.

“Who tore out his heart?”

The zombie started to shake his head over and over, quick, jerky movements. “Don't know, don't know.”

“Ask him what killed the vampire,” I said.

Zachary shot me a look. His eyes were green glass. Bones stood out in his face. Rage sculpted him into a skeleton with canvas skin.

“This is my zombie, my business!”

“Zachary,” Nikolaos said.

He turned to her, movements stiff.

“It is a good question. A reasonable question.” Her voice was low, calm. No one was fooled. Hell must be full of voices like that. Deadly, but oh so reasonable.

“Ask her question, Zachary.”

He turned back to the zombie, hands balled into fists. I didn't understand where the anger was coming from. “What killed the vampire?”

“Don't understand.” The voice held a knife's edge of panic.

“What sort of creature tore out the heart? Was it a human?”

“No.”

“Was it another vampire?”

“No.”

This was why zombies still didn't do well in court. You had to lead them by the hand, so to speak, to get answers. Lawyers accused you of leading the witness. Which was true, but it didn't mean the zombie was lying.

“Then what killed the vampire?”

Again that head shaking, back and forth, back and forth. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He seemed to be choking on the words, as if someone had stuffed paper down his throat. “Can't!”

“What do you mean, can't?” Zachary screamed it at him and slapped him across the face. The zombie threw up its arms to cover its head. “You … will … answer … me.” Each word was punctuated with a slap.

The zombie fell to its knees and started to cry. “Can't!”

“Answer me, damn you!” He kicked the zombie, and it collapsed to the ground, rolling into a tight ball.

“Stop it” I walked towards them. “Stop it!”

He kicked the zombie one last time and turned on me. “It's my zombie! I can do what I want with him.”

“That used to be a human being. It deserves more respect than this.” I knelt by the crying zombie.