Getting to Know Acee Ramsey
Acee's First Adventure
The cell phone lit up and began to warble. I was watching an old black and white vampire movie with my cousin N.J. Our baby-sitter picked up the phone and walked toward the other room.
She was completely out of the room just as the vampire entered the young woman’s bedroom. I grabbed N.J. and held him tight.
" That vampire just reminded me of something," I replied.
" Okay, again, what?"
" I think grandpa is a vampire."
" What?" He looked confused. " He’s too old to be a vampire!"
" Vampires are suppose to be old. They live inside things called centuries. Plus grandpa sleeps all day and stays awake all night!"
" But Ronnie says he’s a night watchman."
" Yeah, but what does that mean?"
" I don’t know."
N.J. jumped back a bit. " What’s a century?"
" I don’t know, but I think grandpa drives one."
" So, we have to help him!"
" Our grandpa is a vampire," N.J. said slowly.
" No, he’s a Grand-pire!"
N.J. was six month older than I was, but he wasn’t as smart. I once convinced him that the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy were one and the same. He was gullible, but that was only because he was a boy. I had just turned five years old, but I had a mind of a six year old. Which made me easier to baby-sit.
" So how do we help grandpa?" N.J. asked.
" We need to get a steak," I started.
" A steak?"
" Yeah the movie says we need to put a steak on his chest."
" I guess it doesn’t matter."
" What else?" N.J. asked.
" Some garlic.."
" I guess the steak needs flavor."
" That doesn’t sound right."
" Don’t you want to help grandpa become normal?"
" Okay then," I continued. " I think we need to catch him while he’s sleeping in some coffee."
" Grandpa doesn’t sleep in coffee!"
" His shirt always has coffee stains," I said. " So we need to pour coffee on him."
" But Laura says he drinks a lot of coffee to stay awake."
" Proof, he’s the walking dead," I added.
N.J. nodded slowly.
" Grandpa will be over in the morning," I said. " That’s when we make our move. I want a grandpa, not a Grand-pire!"
" Me too!"
The next morning grandpa came over just as he always does. He quickly sat on the sofa and instantly fell asleep.
"N.J." I called. " He’s sleeping!"
" I’m afraid!"
" Me too, but grandpa needs our help!"
" Why do you have that mirror?" N.J. asked.
" They say that vampires can’t see their reflection in the mirrors."
" But he has his eyes closed," said N.J.
" What does that prove?"
" Nothing I guess."
We had to act quickly before mom and dad got up. I carried the frozen steak to the sofa, and N.J. brought everything else. He didn’t like the smell of the garlic, but he carried it anyways. My dad always called him a trooper. I guess that’s because he always had poop in his diapers.
I grabbed the mirror and put it to grandpa’s face. He couldn’t see himself so that’s when I was convinced he was a Grand-pire. N.J. handed me the garlic and I put it on his chest along with the steak.
" Now what?" N.J. asked.
" The coffee!"
" We forgot the coffee."
" There is a pot brewing on the stove," N.J. said. " Grandpa put it on before he fell asleep."
" Go get it."
" But it’s going to be too hot."
" It’s okay N.J. old people can’t feel the heat. They’re always cold."
N.J. nodded and ran to get the coffee.
" Don’t worry grandpa," I said as I looked into his Grand-pire face. " I’m here to help you."
N.J. came back slower as he was trying to avoid spilling the hot coffee on him. " Are you sure this will be okay, Acee?"
" I’m sure."
Everything was all set. We had the frozen steak and garlic on his chest. We tested the mirror, and the last thing we had to do was pour the coffee on him.
" How do we know he’d be cured? " N.J. asked.
" He suppose to scream," I replied.
" Because of the hot coffee?"
" No, no of course not," I replied. " Because when the vampire leaves his body, it’s going to hurt."
" Ready?" I asked.
He nodded again.
I dumped the hot coffee on my grandpa and in an instant he shot up to his feet screaming in total agony.
That was the day we helped free our grandpa from the vampire world.
© 2011 Frank Atanacio