Anyway, on this one particular scene a load of us evil vampires were to be chasing the good guys up this hill on some lonely road somewhere after a night of bloody debauchery and the sun would rise and we�d all deteriorate in spasms of goo-spewing and screaming agony. It was a lot of fun. We�d film a little bit of us vampires lurching up the hill and then Leif and his cohorts would put some more fake wounds and blood and cow bones (from the local meat packing plant or somewhere) all over us and we�d writhe around in agony some more and then we�d stop for more makeup and a good sloshing of extra fake blood so the overall effect would be of us exploding in the sun�s rays and such like. The BIG SCENE, you might say, so no expense was spared- we had GALLONS of fake blood and shit. So this is how it went on for a little while, a bit of filming and then some more gore and Leif would wander about getting various shots and angles and generally having a laugh with the rest of us.
At one point we took a break for some reason, it could have been because somebody in the park nearby was flying a model airplane whose engine noise was interrupting things but I really can�t remember the details. We were smoking fags and standing around in various states of bloody deterioration and Tom suggested that I take his car into town to get some beer. Well this seemed like a good idea to me, so off I went in some rolling, smoking shitheap of a car (�64 Plymouth Valliant or something like that) that had no reverse, very little muffler and the fuel guage didn�t work. I was in the latter stages of vampire destruction so I was well bloodied up with fake gaping wounds and torn blood soaked clothing. Covered nearly head to toe in fake bloody gore. A right hideous sight indeed. And of course Tom�s shitty car runs out of petrol on the way to get the beer. I couldn�t believe it- here I was dressed up like a vampire in blood soaked clothes with savage dripping fake wounds all over me in The Car From Hell that had just run out of gas. Oh fuck. Oh fucking Hell. Oh fuck shit oh fuck. Hell fuck damn.
As I coasted to a stop I could just make out a gas station about half a mile up the road on this busy street. Now I didn�t mind the thought of nipping into the liquer store quickly for some beer all done up in this frightening vampire gore, I knew the guy who ran the place so I figured he wouldn�t freak out and shoot at me or something when I came in like the living dead, but I really DID NOT want to present myself out in public to the unsuspecting locals in this manner. I sat for a few minutes trying to think of any possible way out of my dilemma without getting out in broad daylight looking like a road kill, but in the end I knew there was only one thing to do. So I took a deep breath and got out of the car, walked around to the rear of it, and got the red plastic jug out of the trunk that I knew was always there because the fuel gage in this shitheap had never worked as long as Tom had owned the thing.
And here�s where the fun began. As I strolled down the street trying not to attract attention to myself it became obvious that I stood out in a big way. Virtually every car that passed by slammed on the brakes so the occupants could look at the strange bleeding zombie guy with the petrol can walking along the road. There were a lot of different reactions. Some people driving by slowed down to almost a stop and just stared at me out of their car windows and others took a look at me and drove quickly away, some shouted strange things at me. I remember one lady shouting �Oh my God!� several times as she swerved all over the street trying to look at me over her shoulder as she hurled by in her car with complete disregard for oncoming traffic. People walking about pointed and stared. I just went along smiling and waving at them occasionally trying not to look like the dead. When I finally made it to the gas station there was some old guy and his younger inbred greasemonkey just standing there mouth agape as I strolled up, the younger of the two brandishing some large menacing tool. The older guy asked wide-eyed if there had been an accident or something and I just assured him that everything was OK, that we were just filming a vampire movie somewhere down the road and that I�d run out of gas in somebody�s car going to get some beer. I don�t think they believed a word of it. The fake movie gore just looked all too real.
The walk back to Tom�s car was much the same with people pointing and shouting, cars careening about as the drivers tried to get a good look at me. If I didn�t get out of sight soon somebody was going have a serious accident. Thankfully after emptying the jug into the tank the car started up fairly easily and I was off to get the beer. Similar scenes of horror transpired in the liquor store, however, because some people walked in right behind me and panicked. �Oh my God- somebody call the police!� But after a lot of desperate explaining to wide eyed and horrified individuals (who didn�t believe a word of what I was saying and were sure I was an axe murderer or something) I managed to get a load of beer and shove it all into the back seat of the car as the general public looked on from all around. Word that the Evil Undead had pulled up and was purchasing booze from a local establishment had gotten around rather quickly and an angry crowd was beginning to form. I was sure that by now some good and upright citizen had called the cops to report the spawn of Satan running amok in the streets so I really wanted to get out of there in a big way. I pushed the car backwards in the parking lot a bit (no reverse) and then jumped in, cranked it up loudly in a cloud of blue smoke, whacked it in gear, stood on the accelerator, and roared off like a...well you get the idea.
Back at the shoot it was beer and cigarettes all around and then us vampires finished our untimely demise for Leif. Fucking Dead Tom had a right laugh at me for terrifying the townsfolk.