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November 4th, 2009 · 162 Comments · Uncategorized

Chapter 1: Hello Kitty

Being the Journal of Abigail Von Normal,
Emergency Back-up Mistress of the Greater Bay Area Night

The city of San Francisco is being stalked by a huge, shaved vampyre cat named Chet, and only I, Abby Normal, emergency back-up mistress of the greater Bay Area night, and my manga-haired love monkey, Foo Dog, stand between the ravenous monster and a bloody massacre of the general public. Which isn’t, like, as bad as it sounds, because the general public kind of sucks ass.

Still, I think that this battle of dark powers, the maintenance of my steamy, forbidden romance, the torturous break-in of a new pair of red vinyl, thigh-high Skankenstein platform boots, as well as the daily application of complex eye make-up and whatnot, totally justify my flunking Biology 102, (Introduction to Mutilation of Preserved Marmot Cadavers, with Mr. Snavely, who totally has his way with the marmots when no one is around, I have it on good authority.) But try to tell that to the mother unit, who deserves this despair and disappointment for cursing me with her tainted and small-boobed DNA.
Allow me to catch you up, S‘il vous plait. Pay attention, bitches, there will be a test.

Three lifetimes ago, or maybe it was like last semester, because like the song says, “time is like a river of slippery excretions when you’re in love” — anyway — during winter break, Jared and I were in Walgreens looking for hypo-allergenic eye make-up when we encountered the beautiful, red-headed Countess Jody and her consort of blood, my Dark Lord, the vampire Flood, who was totally disguised in jeans and flannel as a loser.

And I was all, “Nosferatu.” Whispered to Jared like a night wind through dead trees.

And Jared was all, “No way, you sad, deluded, little slut.”

And I was all, “Shut your fetid penis port, you spunk-breathed poseur.” Which he took as a compliment, so that’s how I meant it, because while Jared is deeply gay, he’s never really gayed anyone up, except maybe his pet rat, Lucifer. Strictly speaking, I think Jared would be considered a rodentsexual, if not for the difficult geometry of the relationship.( See, size does matter!)

Note to self: I should totally set Jared up with Mr. Snavely and they can talk about squirrel-shagging and whatnot and maybe I won’t have to repeat Bio 102.
Anyway, Jared is a fitting support player in the tragedy that is my life, as he dresses dismal chic and excels at brooding, self-loathing, and allergies to beauty products. I’ve tried to talk him into going pro.

‘Kayso, the vampire Flood had me meet him at a club, where I offered up myself to his dark desires, which he totally rejected because of his eternal love of the Countess. So he bought me a cappuccino instead and appointed me to be their official minion. It is the duty of the minion to rent apartments, do laundry, and bring the masters a sack with a tasty kid in it, although I never did that last part because the masters don’t like kids.

‘Kayso, the vampire Flood gave me money and I rented a très cool loft in the SOMA (which is widely accepted to be the best hood for vampires because there’s mostly new buildings and no one would suspect ancient creatures of purest evil to hang out there). But it turns out was like half a block from the très cool loft in the SOMA that they already lived in. ‘Kayso, when I take the key to them, hoping they will bestow the dark gift of immortality upon me, this limo full of wasted college-age guys and a painted blue ho with ginormous fake boobs pull up. And they’re all, “Where is Flood. We need to talk to Flood. And let us in,” and other demanding shit. And I’m all, “No way, step off Smurfett. There’s no one named Flood here.”

I know! I was all, Oh-my-fucking-zombie-jebus-on-a-pogo-stick! She was blue!

And I’m not racist, so shut up. She clearly had self-esteem issues which she compensated for with giant fake boobs, slutty blue body-paint, and doing a carload full of stoners for money. I’m not judging her by the color of her skin. Everyone copes. When I got braces I went through a Hello Kitty phase that lasted well into my fifteens, and Jared maintains that I am still perky at heart, which is not true. I am simply complex. But more about the blue hooker later, because right then the Asian guy looks at his watch and says, “Too late, it’s sunset.” And they drove off. Which is when I opened the door into the stairwell to the loft and was confronted by Chet, the huge shaved vampire cat. (Except, at the time, I didn’t know his name, and he was wearing a red sweater, so I didn’t know he was shaved, and he wasn’t a vampyre yet. But huge.)

So I’m all, “Hey, kitty, go away.” And he did, leaving only William, the huge shaved cat homeless guy, lying on the steps. I thought he was dead, because of the smell, but it turns out he was only passed out from alcohol and partially drained of blood and stuff. But I’m pretty sure he’s dead now because, later, Foo and I found his stank-ass clothes on the steps of the loft, full of the grey dust that people turn to when a vampire drains them.
So upstairs I’m all, “There’s a dead guy and a huge kitty in a sweater on your steps.” And the Countess and Flood are all, “Whatever.”
And I’m all, “And there was a limo full of stoners here who were totally hunting you.”

And they were all, “Whoa.” And they seemed more freaked out than you’d think, for ancient creatures of dark forbidden romance and whatnot. And it turns out they weren’t — I mean, aren’t. I mean, sure, their love is eternal, and they are creatures of unspeakable evil and stuff, but they are not ancient at all. It turns out that the vampyre Flood is only like nineteen, and he’s only known the Countess for like two months. And she’s only like twenty-six, which, while a little crusty, is not that ancient. And despite her advanced age, the Countess is beautiful, with long, totally nach red hair and milky skin, green eyes like emerald fire and a smoking body that could turn a girl totally lesbo if she wasn’t already a slave to the mad, man-ninja sex-fu of the delicious Foo Dog. (Foo keeps insisting that he can’t be a ninja because he’s Chinese and ninjas are Japanese, but he’s just being stubborn and goes all Angry, Angry Asian on me whenever I bring it up. )

‘Kayso, in the master’s loft I see these two bronze statues, one of this crusty businessman-looking guy, and the other looks like the countess, except it’s totally naked, or in a leotard, and bronze. And I’m all, “Exhibitionist, much, Countess? Did it come with a pole?”
And she’s all, “Help Tommy move furniture, Wednesday.” Like that makes any sense at all. (Turns out that Wednesday is a Gothish character from some crusty movie.)

Kayso, later, by virtue my extensive research and sneaking around and whatnot, I find out that the statues aren’t statues at all. That the countess used to be inside the statue of her, and that inside the crusty businessman statue, is the real ancient creature of unspeakable evil, the nosferatu that turned the Countess. And the vampyre Flood, who wasn’t a vampire at all at the time, had bronzed the two of them when they were sleeping the deep sleep of the daytime dead, which is like the deepest sleep you can get. (You should know right now, that there’s not yawning, gentle drift into sleepytime for vampyre. When the sun breaks the horizon, they drop rag-doll dead on the spot, and you can pose them, paint them, put their hands on their junk and post the pics on the web, and they won’t know a thing until sundown when they come on like a light and they’re wondering why their naughty bits are green and their in-box is full of propositions from elfin_love.com.)

I know. Whoa!

It turns out that Flood, who was known as Tommy, was chosen by the Countess as her day-minion, blood lunch, and love monkey, because he worked nights at the Safeway. Then, the old vampire, who had turned the Countess only like a week before, started fucking with them — saying he was going to kill Tommy and generally harsh Jody’s reality. ‘Kayso, Flood and his stoner Safeway night crew (called the Animals) hunted down the alpha vampire, who was sleeping in a big yacht in the bay, and they stole like jillions in art from the yacht and blew it up with the vampire in it, which seriously put habaneras in his tude lube, but when he came out of the water, they fucked him up good long time with spear guns and whatnot.

I know ! Oh-my-fucking-god-ponies-in-the-barbeque! I know! It just goes to show you, like Lord Byron says in the poem: “Given enough weed and explosives, even a creature of most sophisticated and ancient dark power can be undone by a few stoners.”
I’m paraphrasing. It may have been Shelley.

‘Kayso, the Countess saves the old vampire from being toasted, but she promises the cops (there were these two cops) to take him away and never come back to the City, but when they go to sleep, Flood, who couldn’t’ bear to lose Jody, took them downstairs to the biker-sculptors and had them bronzed. But when he was trying to explain to the countess about why he did it, he drilled holes in the bronze by her ears, and she turned into mist, streamed into the room, and turned him into a vampire. Which totally surprised him, because he didn’t even know she knew how to do either of those things. (Misting and turning, I mean.)

So then they’re like, both vampires, eternal in their love, but somewhat lame in their night skills. Because Jody had been feeding off of Tommy, she hadn’t thought through what they would eat after Tommy turned vampire. So first they went to this homeless guy, we’ll call William the Huge Cat guy ( because that’s what people call him) because he used sit on Market Street with Chet and a sign that said, “I AM POOR AND MY CAT IS HUGE.” And they ended up renting the huge cat, Chet, to be their shared blood lunch. But it turned out that a large part of Chet’s kitty hugeness, was fur, so in order to facilitate the biting process, they shaved him. I’m just glad that I wasn’t their minion yet, because I think we all know who would have ended up shaving the kitty.
But no! It didn’t work. I’m not sure why. But William got totally, date-rape-level hammered on the liquor he bought with the huge cat rent money, and they ended up feeding on him. Which is where I, the new princess-elect of darkness, was brought into the fold. (Into the “fold” means, like, the gang, as in gang of sheep, not fold like in what you do to T-shirts if you’re a casual cotton slave at Old Navy.)

It was I, who turned Tommy onto the needle exchange program, where he was able to use his pale thinness to convince them he was a junkie and get syringes so they could take William’s blood and put it in the fridge for the Countess to have in her coffee. Turns out that the only way the vampyre can tolerate real food or drink is if it has a little human blood in it. (The Countess likes blood on her fries, which is at once très cool and deeply fucked-up.)
So, as soon as the Countess and Flood figured out the deal with blood and food, William the huge cat guy wandered off and the Countess had to go find him, since she has more experience at hunting the night, while Flood and I moved stuff from one loft to the other. But I had to get lice shampoo for my useless little sister Ronnie who was plagued by vermin, and Flood sent me home early to spare me the wrath of the mother unit because he didn’t’ want his minion on restriction. (So noble. I think that’s when I fell in love with him.) Then he took the bronzed old vampire down to the water to dump him in the Bay before the countess got back. It was clear to me that Tommy had jealousy issues with the old vampire, and wanted to get rid of him. Except he ran out of dark before he got to the Bay and had to leave the old vampire sitting by the Ferry Building on the Embarcadero and run from the sun for his life. At the last minute, the Animals drive by in their limo with their stupid blue ho and scoop the vampire Flood off the street just before he was incinerated by the sun.

I know. WTF?

(FYI, when I type WTF, you are supposed to read it What the Fuck? Same with OMG, and OMFG, which are Oh My God and Oh My Fucking God. Only a completely lame Disney Channel nimnode pronounces the letters. Even BMLWA, or Bite My Lily White Ass should only be spoken as letters if you are hanging out with nuns or other people who are embarrassed about being told to bite asses.)

Kayso, the Animals go back to work at the Safeway, but not before they tie Flood to a bed frame, where the blue hooker tortured him to get him to turn her to a vampire, because now she had like all the money that the Animals had gotten for the old vampire’s art, which was like six-hundred thousand dollars, and she wanted to take her time spending it, so she wanted to be immortal. But Flood was like a complete vamp noob. He’d never even killed anyone and turned them to dust or anything, so he didn’t know how to change someone. The countess didn’t tell him that the chosen had to drink the vampire’s blood to receive the dark gift. So the blue ho tortures the shit out of him.

I know, what a bitch.

Meanwhile, the Countess found the huge cat guy, and I found the lice shampoo, but we don’t know where Tommy is. But the Countess was burned from going out on some hot water pipes, so she fed on me, right there in the loft, and I was all, “Oh shit, I’m going to get the dark gift and I’m like wearing my lime-green Chuck Taylors which are totally not the kicks for becoming a creature of unspeakable power in. But no, the Countess just partook of my sanguine nectar so she could heal. That’s probably where I fell in love with her. Anyway, she goes asking around about Tommy, and this completely crazy homeless guy who thinks he is the emperor of San Francisco (you see him and his two dogs in the north end of the City all the time) says that one of the Animals was asking around about Flood.

So I’m all, “uh oh.”

And the countess is all, “Yep.”

Next thing you know, we are at the Marina Safeway and the Countess — wearing her black jeans and red leather jacket, but no lipstick — underhands a steel reinforced trash can like as big as a lesbian gym teacher through the big front window, and she just walks right through the falling glass, badass as shit, into the store and starts kicking stoner ass. It was glorious. But she didn’t kill anyone, which turned out to be a mistake, as was, in my humble opinion, not wearing any lipstick. For while it was a heroic ass-kicking as has ever been delivered in real life, it would have been that much cooler if she had some black lipstick on, or maybe something in a dark maroon. But they told her that Tommy was tied up at, Lash’s, the black guy’s, apartment.

And their shit was all busted up, and I was like, “You bitches have been powned!”

And the Countess was like, “That’s cute. Let’s go get Tommy.”

She can be kind of a bitch sometimes. Anyway, we go to the apartment where Tommy is being held, but when we get there, he’s still tied to the bed frame, but stood up against a wall, all naked and covered in blood, even his junk. And the blue ho is dead on the floor.

And I’m all, “Uh-oh.”

And the Countess is all, “Yep.”

And she says something about how the blue ho must have broken her neck or something, because if Tommy had drained her, she would have turned to dust and there would have been no body. Anyway, the cab ride back to the loft was très awkward, you know, with Flood naked and covered with blood and the two of them all “Oh I love you” and “Oh I love you, too.” And I was being kind of a mopey little emo queen because I was jealous of both of them because they had their dark and eternal love for each other and I had like my lime green Chucks and Jared the gay-bait rat-shagger.

So that was good. The rescue and whatnot. Because we found the old vampire art money that the Animal’s had paid to the blue ho, which was like a half a million dollars. But then we found out that the blue ho was not dead, but somehow had accidentally drunk some of Tommy’s blood when she kissed him during his torture and now she was nosferatu. And she turned all the Animals. Which, you know, was bad. And not in the good way.
And the old vampire had somehow escaped his bronze shell, and he was coming after Tommy and Jody, and even me? He even shook the living shit out of William the huge cat guy while Jared and I watched from an alley across the street.

I know! We were all, “Whoa?”

So it’s like, Christmas night, and Jared and I are watching the midnight show of The Nightmare Before Christmas at the Metreon. And we’re all traumatized and whatnot from watching the vampire pound the huge cat guy, and the Countess calls us. And she and my dark lord Flood meet us for coffee at this Chinese diner, which is like the only thing open because the Chinese totally blow off Christmas because there are no dragons or firecrackers in the story.
Note to self: Write narrative poem exploring Christmas if the three wise men had given baby Jesus firecrackers, a dragon, and mu-shu pork instead of that other crap.

So, after all night drinking coffee laced with Jared’s blood and getting the story on the old vampire from the countess and Flood, we go back to the loft and there, in the stairway, is the old vampire, naked. And he’s all, “I had to do some laundry. That guy peed on my track suit.” He was wearing a total gangsta yellow track suit when we saw him shaking the huge cat guy.

So we like ran, and we had to hide my masters in some rafters under the Bay Bridge when they went out at dawn. No yawning or anything — they just became dead. Well, undead.

So we wrapped them in trash bags and duct tape and moved them to Jared’s basement lair in Noe valley. (His basement lair is sacrosanct — his father and step-mother are afraid to they might walk in on him wanking to gay porn — so it was safe for the masters.) Meanwhile, I went back to the loft to feed Chet the huge shaved cat and decapitate the old vampire with Jared’s dagger so I could get extra-credit points with the masters, but it turned out that I had not calculated sundown quite right. Since when does the sun go down at like five o’clock? That’s just fucking juvenile.

Anyway, when I’m on the steps I hear the old vampire moving around upstairs. And I’m all, “Awkward.” Then I hear a car pull up and I run out, right into the arms of this blond ho, who it turns out is the blue ho, who is now nosferatu, along with three of her vampyre minions who used to be the Animals. I know, “Uh-oh.”

So she grabs me and is just about to tear my throat out, when the old vampire grabs her by the neck and puts her face print in the hood of a Mercedes. He’s all, “You’re breaking the rules, ho. You can’t just go turning people willy-nilly.”

So I was doing a minor booty-dance of ownage at the blond ho, when they all turned on me. So I pull out Jared’s dagger, but just the same I know they are going to have a huge group suck on my pale frame, when this totally fly, race-pimped Honda comes tearing out of the alley, and everything goes white light around the car. And my Manga-haired love monkey, Foo, is totally in hero shades, and he’s all, “Get in.”

Kayso, he swept me away in his magic nerd-chariot, which he had rigged with ultra-violet floodlights that totally toasted the vamps with simulated sunlight. I know! I’d have done him right there in the car if I was not trying to maintain my detached aura of aristocratic chill. So instead I kissed him within’ an inch of his life, then slapped him so he didn’t think I was his personal slut, which I totally was. Would be.

It turns out that Steve, which is Foo Dog’s day-slave name, had totally been staking out the Countess Jody’s apartment for like a month, since he figured out that she was a vampire when some blood from one of the old vamps victims turned up in his hemo-lab at Berkeley. Foo is like some kind of biotech uber-genius, in addition to having mad ninja-driving skills.

Then Foo dropped me off at Tulley’s on Market, where I met Jared and Jody, who sneaked by Jared’s parents by pretending to be lovers, which is disgusting in so many ways I kind of gagged a little when I typed it. (Jared is my emergency back-up BFF, but he is a pervy little rat-shagger, as the Countess affectionately refers to him.)

So the Countess is all, “I’m going back to the loft to get the money.”

And I’m all, “No, the old vampire.”

And she is all, “He is not the boss of me.” (Or something like that. I’m paraphrasing.)

And I’m all, “Whatever, make sure you feed Chet.”

So we go back to Jared’s, and when we get there, the vampyre Flood is all fucked up from trying to climb face down a building in the Castro after a delicious drag queen, like Dracula does in the book (only in the book it’s not in the Castro and Dracula isn’t after a drag queen).

Note to self: When I am finally made Nosferatu, do not try to climb face down a wall.

So then my sweet love ninja Foo shows up. And he’s all, “I couldn’t leave you out here, unprotected. And secretly I was all, “You rock my stripy socks, Foo,” but publically I just kissed him and tastefully dry humped his leg a little. So we all got in his fly Honda and went back to the loft.

When we got there, second floor windows were open, and Flood could hear that the old vampire was up there with Jody.

And Foo was all, “Let me go.” And out off the hatchback, he pulls this long duster that’s covered with little glass warts. And Foo is all, “UV LEDs. Like sunlight.”

The street-level fire door was locked, so Flood was all, I”ll go.”

But Foo was all, “No, it will burn you.”

But they covered Flood all over, gloves, hat, and a gasmask the Foo keeps around in case of emergency biology and whatnot, then he put on the duster. Foo gave him a rubber tarp and a baseball bat, and Flood starts working the street like a half-pipe, running up a building on one side, then up the other, until he goes feet first through the upstairs window. Personally, I think the Countess could have just jumped up there, but she’s been a vampyre longer than flood and has better skills.

Kayso, there’s this blinding white light from the windows, and next thing we know, the old vampire comes crashing through the window like a flaming comet and hits the street right by us. And he gets up all blackened and snarly and whatnot, and Foo holds up his UV floodlight and he’s all, “Step off, vampyre scum.” And the old vampire ran off.

Then Flood comes out the door carrying the Countess, who is looking way more dead than usual, and we took them to a motel to hide them until we could figure out what to do. Foo stole some donor blood from the lab at his college and gave it to Flood and the Countess so they could heal. And Foo’s all, “You know, I’ve been working on the blood I found on the victims, and I think I can reverse the process. I can turn you human again.”

Which is totally why he had been stalking the Countess when I met him. So Tommy and Jody were all, “We’ll think about it.”

Kayso, Flood is holding Jody on the bed, and they’re talking softly, but I can hear them, because I’m just by the door and the rooms not that big. And it is clear that their love is eternal and will last for eons, but Flood doesn’t like being a vampire because the hours suck and whatnot, and Jody likes being a vampire because of the power she feels after feeling like a little wuss-girl for many years, and they more or less say that they are going to split up just as the sun rises and they go out.

And I was all, “Oh, hell no.”

So I had them bronzed.

I’m looking at them now. We posed them like Rodin’s “The Kiss” and they shall be together unto the end of time, or at least until we figure out how to let them out and not have them tear out our throats and whatnot. Foo says it’s cruel, but the Countess told me that they could go to mist, and when they are mist time passes like a dream and it’s all good.

But Foo did figure out his serum thingy. We lured the Animals to our love nest and while I was wearing the fly leather jacket that Foo made me, complete with the UV LED warts, which is very cool and cyber, I drugged them and Foo changed them back to human. And the crazy old Emperor guy said he saw three young vampyres take the old vampyre and the formerly blue ho away on a ginormous yacht, so we don’t have to worry about them anymore.

Foo wants to cut Flood and Jody out of the bronze statue during the day, while they are sleeping, and turn them back to human. But the Countess doesn’t want that. So I think we should just wait. We have this trés cool apartment, and all of the money, and Foo almost has his masters in bionerdism or whatever, and I only have to go home like twice a week so the mother unit still thinks I am living there. (The key was to condition her from age twelve that sleepovers are normal. Lily, my former sleepover BFF, calls it slowly boiling the frog, which I don’t know what it means, but it sounds darkly mysterious.)

So, we are secure in our love nest and as soon as Foo gets home I am going to reward him with the slow booty dance of forbidden love. But something is screeching outside. BRB.

Fucksocks! It’s Chet the huge shaved vampyre cat, down on the street. He looks bigger, and I think he ate a meter maid. Her little cart is running and there’s an empty uniform on the curb.

Bad kitty! GTG L8rz.

Chapter 2 -Test

1. The Countess Abigail Von Normal is:

a: Emergency Back-up mistress of the Bay Area Dark.
b. A Gothic hottie consumed by the banal hopelessness of existence
c: Not perky, but dark, complex and trés mysterious.
d: All the above, and possibly more.

2. The vampire Flood and his nosferatu maker, the Countess Jody, were imprisoned in a bronze shell in the pose from Rodin’s “The Kiss” because:

a. Their love is eternal and their mingled souls will live on in Romantic embrace to the end of time.
b. Foo and I were pretty sure that the Countess would go FOAKES (Freak Out and Kill Everything in Sight) when she found out our plan to turn the Animals back to human.
c. We just like to look at our friends, naked and bronzed, because it gets us all hot.
d. I can’t believe you picked “C.” You should get a big “L” tattooed on your forehead to save people time in figuring out what a ginormous loser you are! You wish that Foo and I needed pervy preludes to stimulate our orgasmic, toe-curling soul-sex. Trust me, the sun weeps that it cannot achieve the blistering hotness of our nookie.

3. Despite myths perpetrated jealous day-dwellers, the nosferatu only are only vulnerable to the effects of:

a: garlic (right, because pizza and the breath of vegans will quell their ancient power).
b. crosses and holy water (Oh right, because creatures of darkest evil are total bitches of the baby Jebus).
c. silver (Uh huh, and aluminum, because that makes sense. )
d. sunlight

4. My and Foo’s greatest challenge as minions is to protect our dark masters, the Countess and Lord Flood, from:

a: Cops, specifically Inspector Rivera and his clueless Gay Bear partner Cavuto.
b. The most crusty old vampire and his mysterious fashion-vamp posse.
c. The Animals, slacker wastee night crew from the Marina Safeway.
d. All of the above and whatnot.

5. Our best chance of defeating Chet, the huge shaved vampire cat is:

a: mouse ninjas
b: a big hug while wearing my most fly UV-LED leather jacket, fashioned for my protection by my aforementioned muffin master, Foo.
c. a saucer of tuna blood laced with sedatives and kitty-butt flavor. (I observed in his former mortal form, that Chet loves kitty-butt flavor.)
d. make a vampire Rottweiler to rock Chet’s worldview
e. either B or C, but definitely not D, wouldn’t A would be trés cool? Mouse Ninjas!

Answers:
1:D , 2:B, 3:D, 4:D.5E:
Give yourself, one point for every right answer.
Score
5- You rock my stripy socks
4 – Loser!
3-trés Loser!
2-Such a Loser that Losers pity you.
0-1-Spare us your contagious loserness. Next bridge you pass? Over you go.

(The book will be in stores April 1st, 2010 – Chris)

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  • k

    Awesome! You have thrust me into 2010 for the first time. Now I have a reason to look forward to it. You are ‘Da-man’!

  • Lorrie

    Can’t wait til April!!!! Just re-read A Dirty Job last week and was wondering what’s next… you really are awesome Chris!

  • Jen

    I was so excited to get a sneak peek…but why not in my iPhone?! You should talk with your publisher about that. I know they have the ability to do it. You’d get a much greater reach (and I’d actually read it since my phone is far more portable and doesn’t have big piles of paper and clutter all around it!). But seriously… I LOVE your work and wait on the edge of my seat for each new release. Thanks!

  • Jolene

    Totally made my day! I love all of Christopher Moore’s books. AND NO MATTER WHAT ANYONE SAYS THERE IS NO LIMIT TO HOW MANY TIMES YOU READ A BOOK!

  • Tammy

    OMG YAY, I have been praying there would be another book in this series. I cannot wait. Thank you!!

  • Jerrold

    YES!!!! Keep em coming Chris. Real tough though, to make us wait until April.

  • Joshua

    I miss Charlie Asher………can we have more on him and his ilk? Its GOT to be a richer vein to tap, maybe a cross over novel with the vampire bunch?

    …..nothing in the butt

  • Emo Bitches

    Super stoked about the new book!! Abby is one of my fav characters and I look forward to being reunited with our other characters from the past.

  • seascout

    More please…………………

  • Dog Bit Steve

    Dude! I cannot wait for April, which is a dangerous desire for someone of seriously advanced years like me. But, post#28 Robert Kirbo….back off, buzzkill! I had an english teacher like you in eighth grade. The anti-creative bummerosity of her still reverberates in my skull after all these centuries. I’d like to read you if you’re so great. And people, the narrative is Abby’s POV, so I think the grammar and spelling changes (vampire – vampyre) are probably an expression of her pubescent ADD. At least that’s my take.

    Yes, CM, I feel like a junkie who’s only gotten a taste.

  • Jace

    I’m gonna need to learn text speak. Looking forward to it coming to Denver?

  • tabasco

    Abby Normal/Steve-Foo Dog 2012!

  • Will o' the Glen

    With all due respect to the Author Guy – the 2-chapter preview is a bit of a cheat, consisting as it does of a synopsis of the BSF and YS! and a pop quiz on same.

    Come on, AG – give us a REAL taste of what’s to come!

  • Will o' the Glen

    With all due respect to the Author Guy – the 2-chapter preview is a bit of a cheat, consisting as it does of a synopsis of BSF and YS! and a pop quiz on same.

    Come on, AG – give us a REAL taste of what’s to come!

  • el fudge

    So glad Jody and Tommy haven’t started shining like fruity disco balls. Vampires are not meant to shine. Looking forward to April 1. When does the tour kick off?

  • Tre

    OMFG I cant wait till it comes out!!! I so want to read more!!

  • Sky

    AHH!!!, when will the book tour dates be released? I am so psyched!!!

  • Stephen

    Chris, you are one sick son of a bitch!!! Cant wait till April.

  • December

    yes i cant wait to read it have loved them all so far!!

  • December

    yes cant wait!!

  • Ronni

    YAY!!!! I want MORE Moore!!!!!

  • Theo PINECOVE

    LOVE IT DUDE … SHIT HOLD ON DROPPED MY BONG

  • Angie

    Can’t wait for the rest of the book. Sure it’ll be worth the wait!

  • Beers

    April 1st……….hmmm…….I feel an April fool’s joke coming.

  • gretchen

    love your books and have read them all plus have many on CD that we listen to on long car trips… like a gift to our ears on the road.
    if/when this goes to audio it would be most excellent if the same woman read this one as You Suck – she did a great job,i can hear Abby’s (her)voice in my head when i read this…. thank your mom for rasing such a spendid imaginative man.

  • Goose

    Dude, we’ve got to make these into movies. Let’s start with Lust Lizard.

  • Luis

    I think two chapters are a bit too short for a book, although I might have finished Joyce’s Ulysses if it had had just two chapters. I did not get the end either. Seems to leave the story hanging. Is this one of those existentialist French novels?

  • Scarlette

    Great chapters, and yay, Abby’s back. Will Flood be big in this book? I do love his character.

  • CC

    *booty dance of love*

  • Shalonne

    Dear Chris,

    Hello. I love your books specifically Blood Sucking Fiends and You Suck. I was wondering in the next installment will Jody and Flood be released from their temporary fixed state? Or will they escape by other means? In any event, I can’t wait to read the next book .

  • Tommy

    Anything in the future for a Fool2? I loaned my copy to a English teacher and never got it back! it may be required reading in her class next year LMFAO!!I am looking foward to the new book in April

  • Sara Clarridge

    I checked the site on a whim and nearly knocked over my coffee when I saw that there was going to be a new book. I can’t wait to read the rest of it!!

  • Ron Arden

    I can’t wait to see where Abby, Foo and their pals go. After reading Fool and The Lamb recently, I am panting for another crazy romp through San Francisco with the vampyres.

  • BJ

    Bite Me?!? Can’t wait til’ March!!! Thanks for the good times, Lamb, You Suck, Fiends, Fool…

  • DMG

    Always look forward to your next book. Still waiting for a sequel to A DIRTY JOB. Please!

  • Tommy not Flood

    Waiting with bated breath buddy.

    Glad you are doing another book these are your best characters.

    Best of luck from Ireland.

  • Liz

    Thank you so mjuch for giving me a good reason to suffer through another crap-ass winter…it will be much more tolerable knowing that Bite Me is right around the corner.

  • Dee

    The audiobook is fantastic!! I never laughed so hard. I can’t wait for “Bite Me”.

  • Cr8zDrgn

    God I love your books, I can’t wait to read the rest before I go all FOAKES. I really enjoy the audiobook as well. She does an amazing Abby

  • Gina

    I loved “Bloodsucking Fiend” and “You Suck” and I have pre-ordered “Bite Me”. After reading the first two chapters of “Bite Me” I do have to say that most of those chapters are a recap of the whole “You Suck” book, I felt cheated, like instead of your great story telling you used two chapters of old material and nothing new, and to make it worse is that this is the last book of the series. Oh what potiental and excitement there could of been with two more chapters….

  • Oliver

    Mad skillz Mr Moore. Grassy ass and donkey shit!

  • Erica

    I am so excited for this book. April seems so far away,especially after reading these two teaser chapters you shared.

    Definitely getting the day it’s released.

  • Allen Tugaoen

    You are the best author out there right now. And you hav an island fortress in Hawaii, my home state. So cool

  • T.J.

    I cannot wait! I have all of your books and enjoy reading (and re-reading, and re-re-reading etc) them. You rock!

  • kb

    yeah, like i need to waste even more of my time reading about how other people are having real exciting lives (and deaths) while i sit in this crappy little room munching cheetos, drinking beer, and wishing someone would call, for God’s Sake. I am so lonely…
    Okay, hurry up and finish the book, i can’t sit around here all day. Wait, yes i can. Damn.

  • Mormal

    Rocks my socks! I live in spain and I have to look around A LOT before finding ur books in english. but it’s sOoOoo worth it!!! (fav book: it had to be proclaimed!)

  • lmitchell

    Cant wait for the rest! (I really think tommy and jody need to vacation in pinecove.)

  • Bob

    SQUEEEEEEE!!!

    That’s it, really. Just a tiny, little nerd-gasm.

  • Peter

    I’m looking forward to seeing what happens to Tommy and Jody but I hope Abby fades into the background in this one, and I could have done without the throw away summary chapter (if that is really in the book).

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