by Martin Cid
Editorial department. NY. One week later
‘Did he take the bait?’ The newspaper editor asked while he was smoking a great and long cigar.
‘I’m your best gimmick, am I not?’ Lorraine answered nicely. ‘In two months, you won’t have a story, you will have the story.’
‘I’ve never promised anything, Matt.’
NY. Day IV
Flu doesn’t allow me to think, flu is beyond my means, beyond my thinking. The blonde girl is still here but I don’t ever know her name.
‘Lorraine, this is my name.’ Has she answered without hearing my words? I might swear I don’t say anything. ‘I am journalist. I came here looking for you. You have something interesting to us.’
What is she talking about? I cannot even remember my name and it’s supposed I know something interesting to press. Lorraine lies down near me, breathing same air than me. Is she not afraid to become infected?
‘I cannot, John’ she answered. ‘I took the vaccine months ago. That’s the matter of all disasters.’ She talks slowly, like a preacher in his pulpit. ‘That’s the reason why the vampires want your blood. Don’t you remember?’ She touches my forehead and I feel stupidly sick, stupidly motionless, stupidly stuck.
‘Why are you here?’ I asked finally.
‘We must take care of our project.’ Now she plays with my hair, it’s a stupid irony that same flu that paralyzes me, it brings her here now. ‘Think about it, John.’ I cannot think in these circumstances, Lorraine. She kisses my face now. Am I dreaming? If I am, this must be the worst of the nightmares. She stops now. ‘Remember Flu Project, John? Before you got sick, you were working on it. We must remember what you remember, we must know what you know.’ And I cannot remember anything, even my identity. Am I a man called John, dead John Mirror? ‘You are, John. You are who you want now.’ She speaks very slowly, is that a trick? ‘No swindle, John.’
Somewhere in Europe
‘Got the blood?’ One man asked.
‘I have. Even a vampire cannot distinguish between this and a real one.’
… And they placed slowly the two blood bags in the briefcase.