Willard opened a brown shopping bag full of plastic packages covered with mules wearing straw hats. He dropped two in each coffin. “If you wake and are consumed with the hunger, eat this. It will carry you.”
Sabrina groaned, “Dancing Mule? Not the jerky. Please, anything but the Mule.”
“There is no alternative, the dried blood will sustain you. It’s not a plump night watchman but it’ll keep you alive.”
“How long?”
“Six days. Tops.”
“I’ll die.”
“You’re already dead. No more of this, into the boxes, all of you, we leave now.”
Precious lay in the common wood box lined with graveyard dirt. She clutched the bag of jerky to her heart.
“Master, will we be safe? I fear the stake.”
Willard Fein is running for his life. His Baltimore Blood Bank was raided by the cops led by Van Helsing, vampire hunter, Willard hijacks a yellow school bus covered in old hippie flowers and takes of for Los Angeles to start a new life.
Things go well for a time, but eventually the persistent Van Helsing arrives. Then things get tough for Willard again.
