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Christopher Cushing
(Landlord). ’
    Dom threw his head back and groaned. That
was all he needed. Suddenly, he didn’t know where to turn. There was no family
to go back to, and now there wasn’t even any venom to go back to either. And
soon, he’d have no home.
    He trudged back into his lounge and looked
around, lightheaded. He didn’t have any readily available cash money that he
knew of. His memory was so mashed, he could have a swag bag full of diamonds
stuffed beneath the floorboards and he wouldn’t even know it. As far as he was
concerned, he had a few bills in his wallet and that was all.
    He collapsed onto his sofa, an exhausted
heap. Confusion and fear reigned in his mind. What the hell is happening?
What have I done to deserve this, man? What?
    He sat up on the sofa and stared at the
blank TV. His tired expression faced him. What do I do? What do I do?
    Then a thought surfaced from the chaotic
soup in his mind.
    There must be others, dude. I mean other
people like you who were or are victims of vamps.
    Dom nodded. Yeah, there was that other
fanghead in the basement. The one he smashed with an empty bottle.
    No, others. People who’ve escaped from
them. People like you. Maybe networking is the only place left. Maybe they can
help you.
    Dom sighed. “Okay, but how am I gonna find
them?” he asked the empty room.
    The answer hit him in an instant. He
clicked his fingers, got up and grabbed the laptop sitting on the coffee table.
He flicked it on. He went straight to Google and typed in ‘vampire’. He got 1.2
million hits.
    No, dummy. You gotta be more specific
than that. Try ‘vampire escapees’.
    Okay...
    He typed it in. Google asked him if he
meant ‘vampire escape’.
    He sighed. Man, I was never any good at
this Internet stuff. Eddie was the geeky one.
    Then, a sudden realization dawned on him.
If there really were other ex-fangheads out there, they wouldn’t wanna freely
advertise it on the web. There was a personal safety issue at play. Hey, maybe
vampires use the Internet too, you never know...
    He remembered Eddie showing him something,
a trick to get to parts of the web known as the deep web, the dark web.
Eddie said that was where all the crazy stuff was, and where you could get
anything you wanted. You could only get to it with something called a proxy
browser, which masked your identity, meaning you could surf the dark web
anonymously; the only way you were able to.
    You can betcha bottom dollar that’s
where the ex-fangheads are, buddy...
    Dom got to work. He installed the software
he needed to mask his IP, recalling the instructions Eddie showed him. He
brought up the proxy server, which gave him access to the deep web. And then,
in the blink of an eye, the truly weird stuff was all available. He managed to
get a list of encrypted web addresses from a proxy search engine after typing
in ‘vampire escapees’. Screw Google. After a brief bit of surfing, he
found a plain text message board on a black background where random people were
openly discussing all the strange things out there. Alien encounters, secret
service surveillance, mind control victims, strange creature sightings.
Werewolves, zombies, yetis. And another sub heading read: vampires. Dom
immediately clicked it. With baited breath, the page loaded. Up flicked a list
of messages with replies. Dom scanned them.
    HELP!! ADDICTED TO VENOM! CAN’T GET AWAY!
HELP!!!
    GOT JABBED BY A VAMPIRE LAST NIGHT, NOW
WANT MORE!!!111
    VAMPIRE ICED ME. I NOW THINK I’M IN LOVE...
    Dom’s eyes lit up. His head spun like Beetlejuice .
He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He scrolled down, the messages and
replies went on and on.
    VAMPIRE BIT ME.
    VAMP ATTACK.
    EX-VENOM ADDICT.
    He wasn’t alone...
    Relief bombed in his heart like an anvil;
it mushroomed up his lungs and escaped out of his mouth in a satisfied gasp. He
grabbed his head and ran his hands through his hair.
    An excited chuckle escaped him. I can’t
believe it. Where the hell