"Vampbrewer"

One by one they started showing up. They carried funny shaped bottles. Some wore funny looking t-shirts with weird names on them, like Hoegarrden and Arrogant Bastard. Others dressed normal or wore more fancy-type clothing.

Will didn’t always notice everything. In fact he sometimes missed many things. But when he wanted to, he could notice a whole lot. Like way the people looked. There was something about them, something that made them look… tired. They sort of lumbered up to his neighbor Vincent’s front door.

Maybe it was because it was Friday. After all, the week was long. For him at least. He had three quizzes and a test in Mr. Stokely’s. It would’ve been fine if Mr. Stokely hadn’t pushed him. You see, he was special. Well everyone in the class was already special. But he even more so. According to his teacher Will ‘surpassed all his high-functioning colleagues’ in computer programming and therefore was given tougher assignments and tests.

He did fine on the test, but that’s because he put in a hard week of studying the algorithms and formulas for software formatting. Tonight was his night to party. Just like those guests trudging next door. Tonight was Game of Thrones and pizza night with classmate and buddy Miles. The best night of the week.

The two of them were watching the tail end of an Adam Sandler sequel, waiting for the pizza he ordered to arrive. When the pizza came, the marathon of knights and kingdoms and dragons commenced.

Will eagerly looked out the window.

“Pizza here?” Miles said.

The car turned out to be that of another one of his neighbor’s partygoers.

“Not yet.”



It was getting dark outside. The four car garage was filling up. People conversed on the array of couches and lounge chairs where cars were supposed to be. Music was playing. Chinese lanterns cast dim lighting on the medieval-patterned tapestry adorning the garage walls.

Empty cups, bottles, and growlers sat on tables and sideboards. Unused kegs sat in the middle of the garage, the epicenter of the congregation. The host calmly surveyed the hubbub. The guests acknowledged him as he walked by, exchanging formal pleasantries.

Eventually he stood in the center next to the kegs and cleared his throat. The room fell silent, all eyes on him.

“Thank you for coming,” The man said. “Our association keeps expanding every meeting.”

There was applause.

“We come to enjoy the fruits of our labor and celebrate fraternity of our kind.”

More subtle applause.

“Please… drink.”

The garage erupted in movement, guests going to their cups, bottles, and growlers, then forming lines behind the kegs.

The host moved to the porch and sat down. A pale, striking woman sat in the chair opposite, a slight evening breeze rattling the soft wind chimes along with her pitchy hair.

They exchanged a knowing glance.

“Anything?” he said.

She shrugged lazily. Then her eyes twinkled out into the street.



Will looked out and thought he saw a Dominoes sign atop a car driving towards his house.

He looked at Miles. “I think pizza’s here.”

They both grinned and high-fived each other.



The pizza man checked the order on the receipt along with the address. He stepped out of the car and opened the backseat door to get the delivery. As he lifted the flap to the heat-insulated carrier, the smell of marinara and pepperoni hit him. And something else—a searing pain invaded his entire right side.

He froze. There was this weight on his neck that quickly felt like needles piercing skin. Consciousness left him as soon as he let out a scream which came out as a soft whimper.

The host moved with amazing agility, and in a moment he was inside the threshold of his home with the body.



Will heard a car screech as he opened his front door. Down the street he saw the Dominoes light flash off on the car as it turned out of his neighborhood. “Huh?” he said, staring.

The porch-chair the pale, black-haired woman had sat in was empty.

Later that night, the host brought out a fresh keg labeled “dessert.”