[Nine Fragments bi Sandy Fleemin] (In Scots)

V

is bitten?” spiers I. I keekit at her neck but she wis weirin thon choker. “Sae hou is’t ye’r no a vampire nou? Hou is’t ye’v thon reid in yer cheeks?”

“Like I sayed, I’m stappit fou. But I wis bitten an didna dee,” Ísabel smiled an pat her haun tae her breestbane again, “it’s juist the innocent dees.”

“Weel,” she gaed on, “Suphy, haein souk-souk-soukit awa at the bluid she haedna wantit, teuk a reidness tae her cheeks, an her skin leukit ver’near human again, her strenth seemed tae come back, an even a kin o couthiness, an she laid her heid on my breest.”

“What did ye no want my bluid for?” Ísabel haed spiered Suphy.

“Wi you bein a scientist,” Suphy haed explained, “the undeid needs scientists amang the leevin. We hinna ony great creâtive pouers o oor ain. The vampire brain juist disna hae the spate o bluid that rins in the brains o the leevin. At Purdie I’v shuppit thon cream that saves me fae the sun, forby it’s no me that’s daein the development, it’s skeely scientists an clifty technologists as daes my biddin.”

“An sae you comin oot o Purdie,” qo Ísabel, the wey the Purdie Buildin is whaur the chemistry depairtment is.

“Juist that.” Suphy poored a gless o wine an raxed it tae Ísabel, “Nou drink this for tae repleenish yersel,” qo she, “but it’se no be lang or ye’ll hae tae aither lie at paece or drink bluid gey an aften, whan yer body canna mak its ain nae mair. An bi the by, tak tent ye dinna souk the bluid o ony scientists. Gin ye maun vísit on a scientist, see that ye durk some vaguin body in the by-gaun, an souk yersel fou. It’ll save ye …