THE CHARACTERS AND SETTINGS ARE THE WORKS OF AN ORIGINAL FICTION.
Immortality: Tales of the Undead- Wolf's Blood
Sheriff Hank Johnson had a secret. He never told anyone his deepest secret in the town of Oklahoma City. In fact, there was a saying goes that the sheriff himself had gone in the night, looking to catch some criminals. People who broke the laws and whatnot. And there were also people who had nothing else better to do, other than partying all night long.
But this night proved to be true. The sheriff who was 44 years old at the time, had a job to do. He was catching a serial killer who had killed a lot of women in the past 2 years or so. But it turned out to be something different. Something... unnatural. Therefore, he was taken to the hospital after he fought the killer. But the killer have managed to run away, never to be seen again.
And all those years, the sheriff tried to find him. There were no traces of footprints, whatsoever. It was like the guy had vanished into thin air. It was only the animal tracks. Nothing more than that. But something happened to the old man himself. He was turning into something that no human could explain outside the laws of nature.
The sheriff had the guts to take down on those, who wanted to beat him up, or die trying... His partner, Willy Wankers had nothing else to say about the current situation. He never asked questions of where the old sheriff had gone all this time. The problem was that the sheriff thought he could handle any situation, which was given to him on a silver platter. So, the young sheriff decided to ask him this time.
"Where have you been?" That was all he asked, and guess what? The sheriff didn't say a damn word about it. He never wanted to let this secret slip from his lips. Knowing that, it could turn out to be a laughing matter, or the fact that the young sheriff had no experience in handling the law itself. Hank laughed.
"What's so funny?" Hank stopped laughing and looked at him. "You need to learn how to relax, Willy. At your age, you need to learn a lot about everything. And do you want to know the truth?" Willy probably didn't want to know, but nodded anyways.
Hank sighed for a couple of minutes. Then he replied, "The truth is you don't know $h!t. No offense."
Willy stared at him. Of course, he always figured that an experienced officer would say something like that. As a rookie, he had expected this much. On the other hand, the guy had a lot of pride, working for the law, and everything else. Not to mention, he had a lot of experience taking down a bunch of criminals, here and there. A bunch of no-goodies for that matter.
Hank got up from his seat, and checked out the window. A couple just came from a supermarket, bringing some groceries with them. Hank remembered that he was invited for dinner at their house. But the smell... He could smell them, even from his own desk. And the thought of eating them... It sounded cannibalistic.
"Hank?" The sheriff didn't seem to listen to his young partner, for he was still staring... wondering about what happened in the past few months. He never thought the transformation would allow him to sneak upon the very touches of humanity. Innocent lives were at stake, but Hank knew better. He would have to control his hunger, if he had to stay in this town long enough to see the sun rise.
The sheriff turned back towards Willy and said, "What is it?" The young officer handed him a folder. It turned out to be one of those cases, where people couldn't understand a thing about it. Not even the rest of the police force. Hank looked at it, and was already familiar with the case, which was handed to him by another officer, and it happened about two days ago. He still didn't know what to make of it.
"Oh yeah," Hank said. "I remember now. A man whose wife's blood was completely drained at his house. What was his name again?"
"Mr. Tom Eddington," Willy said from the top of his head. "The guy was a banker alright. But when he came back home, he found his wife, lying on the floor and..."
Hank raised his hand and stopped him. "I know it already, Willy. I ain't a fool, okay?" The rookie didn't say a thing to that. He just stood there, staring at him.
"Hmm..." Hank wondered. "I think it's best to visit this Tom fellow of ours. Come on, let's go."
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Both the sheriffs went to town, and it took a while to get there. Willy drove all the way, while Hank just closed his eyes, and thought about... food.
"Hank..." Willy said slowly. "Are you okay? You haven't been like this since... since I've met you for the first time." At that statement, Hank opened his eyes, and smiled. "That's because you don't know anything about me. I get that you're new and all, but you need to stop asking questions." He looked at the place where they were heading, and then Willy stopped the car. Both Hank and Willy got out.
They both arrived at the banker's house. Knocking the door twice, Willy looked at the town, which was seemed to be quiet all of a sudden. Everyone knew what actually happened on that fateful night. The thought of a vampire, living in this town or coming here, wanted to make Willy laugh his guts out. Even some people could turn out to be superstitious alright.
The door finally opened, and Tom looked at the officers for a while. "Oh, you're both here. Come in." The sheriffs went inside, and looked around the house. The banker told them to take a seat. But Hank said, "This won't take a while, Mr. Eddington."
"Okay..." There was a moment of silence. Then he said, "So... what do you want to know?" Hank stared at the wall, and then smelled something nasty. Yes, it was dried blood. He thought, Those damn forensics have forgotten to take a look at it. I'll have to notify them later on. Christ! He shook his head, and then look back at the banker.
"What time have you arrived from work?" Hank asked. The banker thought for a while, and then replied, "It was 9 pm to be exact. Yes, I was coming home, and then I saw my wife lying dead on the floor."
The sheriff asked another question, which he knew already might offend the banker himself. "How far is your workplace?" This, Tom, a devoted husband to his poor wife and who had never cheated on his life, looked at him angrily. "What are you implying, officer?"
"I'm not implying anything, Mr. Eddington. I'm just doing my job. Now... how far was it from here?" The banker sighed and answered him. "It wasn't that far. It took more like five minutes to reach the house. That's all I can remember."
"I see. So, the last time you saw your wife was when?" The banker immediately said, "It was 8 am. That's the last time I saw her."
"So, you're telling me that you didn't know your wife was killed, until you arrived at 9 pm? Is that correct?" The banker looked at him, confused. Then he said, "Yes... That seems to be right."
"Okay... Just checking. Because you see... If your wife had been drained of blood, it could mean only one thing. That she was killed sometime in the evening. Or most likely before you arrived from work."
"I figured you would say something like that. Because those damn, superstitious folks have kept telling me it was a vampire! It's a load of horse crap, that's what!"
"I didn't say anything about a vampire, Mr. Eddington. Not yet, anyways. I'm just trying to figure it all out."
"Well... I hope you do figure it out, officer. Because my job is on the line here. I couldn't even concentrate while this is still going on. I wish I could take some leave of absence. But there are lot of people coming to my bank, and that I just couldn't leave them."
"I understand, Mr. Eddington. Thank you for your time and patience." Hank tipped his hat, and then looked at his partner. They both left.
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After a few moments of silence, Hank said, "So... Willy, what do you make of it?" Willy just heard the man, while thinking about the visit to the banker's house. He said, "You expect me to believe in vampires?"
"I didn't ask that. What I'm asking you is what do you make of it?" Willy sighed and thought for a while. He turned left on the highway, and said, "Don't know. It seems like Tom is already in a bad shape. It could be anyone who had a grudge on him. After all, he's a banker."
"Yes, that could mean one thing. People who own their stores and even a home, were not able to pay the bank in due time. After all, we're still living in hard times. That sort of thing."
"Yeah, but that ain't the only reason. Is it?" Hank thought for the moment, and then said, "You're right, Willy. That ain't the only reason. There might be others as well, but we'll have to investigate more on the matter."
"So, if it's someone who holds a grudge, then it couldn't possibly be a vampire. Could it? That is if the vampires don't exist. It had to be someone that Tom knew all along. Like someone who is human, or maybe acting like a vampire?"
"It doesn't have to be that way, Willy. A vampire can still hold a grudge after he's being turned. It gives him an advantage to take care of things. Like unfinished business..."
Willy looked at him as if he was crazy. "How do you know all these things?"
Hank hesitated for a while. Then he said, "It must be those books that I've read at the library. I had to do some... research. You know."
"Hmm..." Willy stopped at the police station. When Hank got out, Willy did the same and followed him. He said, "Listen, Hank... I don't mean to pry here. But what I do wanna know is what really happened when you fought that killer." Hank stopped before he was about to enter the station. Then he looked back at his young partner. "You don't wanna know, Willy. Trust me."
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Richard Ferber always had a bad attitude with his customers. As a storekeeper of various items and whatnot, he didn't know what else to expect. He thought, Damn those b@$t@rd$. He looked at the big mess, which was caused by a bunch of crazy teenagers, who were looking to have a good time. One of them had said, "Hey loser! What you're doing? Heh! Heh!" Richard remembered saying to them, "I'm gonna kill you for good. I swear." He chased after them. Eventually, he would teach them a lesson. But the truth was the man was getting old enough to die at a certain point, that he wished the hell with it. He even wished that people would leave him alone.
At his age, he was already horny enough that he wanted to get laid. Since when he got laid after his wife had died of breast cancer? He always had poor dates with several woman in the past. And it happened so many months ago, that one day he decided to quit. But he was still horny. Sometimes, he used to have erotic dreams, hanging around with naked women. He was at some kind of massage parlor. It was wonderful.
But the reality was that he knew it wasn't wonderful to meet those real women out there, knowing that he was not good as he thought he was. He had to change himself and become a better man. Someday, he could have sex with a real woman alright. He wished that his wife hadn't died. When he was at the funeral, he fantasized his wife, coming back from the dead and said, "Wanna make out, honey? Let's do it."
Richard shook his head. How wrong it was to think that way? Jesus Christ! What the hell's wrong with me? But he was getting hard, just by thinking of it. At one point, some teenage girl had noticed it along the way and laughed.
He closed his store late at night, hoping that no crazy teen would come after him, or even make fun of him. The thing was that he was always careful to watch out for them. He sighed at the thought, and was getting tired already. He was about to get inside his car, when he suddenly noticed a figure approaching toward him.
"Hey, what do you want?" Richard couldn't make out the exact features of the unknown figure. He was so tired that he couldn't even tell, whether it was a man or a woman. Not that he was drunk, of course.
"Listen, pal. I gotta go home, okay? You can come back in the morning if you... want to buy..." He stopped and noticed something familiar about him, and that he was seen before.
"Hey... I know you. Are you..." The figure suddenly grabbed his shirt, and then bit his throat. Richard Ferber screamed.
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Hank Johnson arrived at the library, just as usual. In this case, the town citizens had never complained about the strangest books that the library had to offer. But there was one section of the library, which was considered too forbidden, even by the church itself. Therefore, several pastors have complained about it, and decided to remove those sort of books completely away. But the government wouldn't allow it. Since there were people, who were bold and interested enough to perform some research on the supernatural. Not to mention, people who had ties to a few organizations, here and there, and different positions in this kind of field, which they have always dwelt on the occult. Hank was one of those people, who wanted to know such information on a daily basis. But as a cop, he wasn't supposed to believe in such nonsense. And what happened on that fateful night, he did believe it.
On the way back home, he looked at the library books that he had borrowed for three weeks. One of them was titled, "Vampirism: Truth or Myth." The other book was, "Wolves in the Snowland: The Ancient History of Lycanthropy." There were many others to choose from. But these were the only two books, that he had chosen, regarding of his past and the case itself. When he stopped the car at his home, a local pastor had just noticed his arrival across the neighborhood, and also noticed the books.
"Hello there, Hank! Um... I see that you've been reading quite a lot lately."
"Yes..." The sheriff didn't want to say much of what he was doing right now, considering the fact that Pastor Cromlin had issues with the kind of books that people were borrowing from the library. But he figured as a police officer, the pastor couldn't do anything about it. "I'm just doing... some research on the case."
"Yeah... I can see that. I just wish what you were up to, Hank. I saw you walking alone at night."
"Were you spying on me?"
The pastor laughed. "Oh no. I was just closing the curtains from my own room, when I just saw you. I mean... I know it's not my business to be concerned with."
"Hmm..." Hank just walked away from him, without saying goodbye.
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Hank sighed and came to the living room. If Pastor Cromlin had found out his terrible secret, it could ruin everything. His reputation, and the hard work that he had done for the town. Hank sighed again, and went towards the kitchen to grab a drink. He always liked to drink whiskey at this time of night. Even at 44 years old, he didn't care what the doctor who had said to him years ago. But after being transformed into a thing, that he despised, he realized that the liver disease was finally gone. The doctor was even baffled by it.
"I don't understand, Hank. How the hell did that happen?"
"Don't know, doc. I guess you could say it's a miracle." But no, it wasn't a miracle, and that the sheriff knew better. It was a lot worse than that. A lot worse.
He opened the book titled, "Vampires: Truth or Myth," and read the first few pages. He figured that if the werewolves had existed, why not vampires? Then he thought of that fateful night, the thing that happened to him.
Hank Johnson looked at the blood on his hands. But it wasn't his blood. It was... someone else. Someone that he cared about. He could smell it.. But he didn't want to believe it. After what the killer had done to him, the sheriff have also become a killer. He was no better than him. He cried out in anger.
"DAMN YOU, ALEX!" Hank threw the glass on the wall, and it broke. Yes, it was the killer's name. Alex Mackintosh. The one who had killed innocent women on the highway. Reports have said that the man had picked up a lot of hookers and wanna-be pornstars. This dreary event had also made the sheriff so mad that he was willing to track him down, even being a werewolf. But he had just killed one innocent person. Just one, and that it was a big deal for him.
The truth was nobody had found out about the murder. Of course, the sheriff wanted to protect his own reputation. But this was not of what he had expected. Right? He was just a police officer for crying out loud. How the hell would he know that Alex was...
The doorbell rang several times. Hank figured that it must be that pastor again, who didn't have nothing else better to do than spying. But when he opened the door, it wasn't Pastor Cromlin. Instead, it was his young partner, Willy Wankers.
"Hey there, Hank. How's it..." He stopped when he noticed the broken glass on the floor.
"Oh, don't mind that. I was just having a rough time lately."
"About what?"
"Look. Do you have something to tell me?" Willy stared at him, and tried to ignore the glass. But then he looked at his boss and said, "Yeah... We got another victim on our hands. His name was Richard Ferber. Remember him?"
"Yeah... I remember. That was the guy whose wife died of breast cancer."
"Yeah... He was found dead near his store. I thought of coming here, just to tell you. I called several times though."
"Oh damn... My phone. I must have forgotten it back at the library."
"The library? What were you doing..." He stopped and realized of what the old sheriff had told him earlier. "Oh, I see. So... Found anything yet?"
"Not much. But I just started reading the book, when you showed up."
"Yeah..." Willy looked back at the broken glass, and still wondered what really happened.
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While driving to the scene of the crime, Willy stared at his old partner for a while. "Is there something you're not telling me, Hank?"
"Come on, Willy. This ain't the time to discuss such things. Besides, we got a crime to solve."
"Yeah, I know. But... you've been acting strange lately. You know that, right?"
"How so?"
"Well... it's those books that you've been reading. That's one thing."
"Oh, for crying out loud. It's all part of the case, and you know it."
"Ever since you've been trying to catch that b@$t@rd, Mackintosh?" At that statement, Hank looked at him. "Hmm... You're pretty good, Willy. I guess I was wrong about you."
"Yeah, I figured that you're not telling me much. But as a rookie? I ain't stupid. Just you know."
"Okay. Okay. You got me. What do you wanna know?"
Willy smiled at that thought. The old man finally acknowledged him, despite being a young officer. "How about later? Like you said, we got a crime to solve." Hank sighed and looked out the window. There were other police cars parked near the store. Lots of people were also there, staring at the brutal death of Richard Ferber.
"Jesus Christ!" An older police officer than Hank, looked at the dead body. "I've never seen anything like it." The car stopped. Sheriff Joshua Hill looked at the other officers, coming toward him. "Hey there, Hank. Willy." The young officer just nodded.
"Hello Josh," Hank said, tipping his hat. "What do we have here?"
"Well... Same thing happened to poor Mrs. Eddington. In fact, we got a real bloodsucker on our hands."
Hank wanted to laugh. "Are you trying to be sarcastic? Because if you are, the mayor would certainly want some explanation to all this... bloody nonsense."
"Damn it, Hank. Screw the mayor and his politics. You know better than I do. What else would have killed him?"
"Are you serious?" A young officer said after hearing it. Joshua turned back towards him. "Buck, what did I just tell you?" Buck Stanley gulped, and focused on his task. He was currently monitoring the store with the other officers.
"Kids..." Joshua shook his head, and looked back at the dead body. "Yep, it's a real vampire alright. There's no human who could do a thing like this. Unless... someone managed to drain the blood by using some kinda mechanism. What do you think?" He looked back at Hank.
Hank didn't reply to him. Instead, he looked around the store, and saw the other officers coming out. "Was Richie the only one working here, when he got out?"
"Yeah... It looks that way. In fact, he had encountered the vampire, while getting back home." Willy was so astounded that he wanted to laugh at the crazy officer himself. Both Joshua and Hank were both alike. It looked like Hank wasn't the only superstitious officer in this town. Willy thought, Christ! Next thing you know, we'll become vampire hunters. How's that for a living?
"Say Willy," Hank said, interrupting the young officer's thoughts. "Why don't you join Buck and see what you can find at the store?" Willy nodded and joined with the other young officer. They both talked for a while, and then moved inside.
"He's a great kid," Joshua said. "One of these days when we get retired, they'll become fine officers like us."
"You're telling me. The kid is smart though. But he's still got a lot to learn."
"Well... I guess you could say the same thing for Buck. But sometimes his attitude gets the best of me. I ain't liking it." He looked at the bite marks from Richard's throat. He knelt down and touched them. "Seems fresh to me, don't you think? Besides, it only happened a couple of hours ago."
"Yeah, I can tell."
Joshua looked up at him, surprised. "You can tell it from here?"
"Um... Yeah. It's one of those police traits I've just acquired. You know."
"Hmm... I see." Joshua got up and walked. Hank followed him. "I've been hearing stories about you, Hank. You've been going to the library often. What's the deal with that?"
"Oh, it's just my hobby."
"Your hobby? Or is it the case? I mean... People think all that occult stuff is a bunch of no-goodie nonsense. Not even a police officer could believe in that kinda $h!t."
"But you said it was a vampire, who caused Richie's death."
"Well, that's my theory. A normal guy would take an amount of time to drain human blood like that. But for a vampire? It's quick and easy. So... yeah."
"Hmm..." Hank stopped and looked back at the dead body. "Oh well... Whoever it is, this vampire will not stop. And we better stop it before more killings occur in this town."
"Yeah, you and me both."
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Time and again, Pastor Cromlin couldn't believe that such a library would still hold forbidden books. Even though the government wouldn't do anything about it.
That's what I've been trying to tell that no-goodie librarian. But she still wouldn't listen. Pastor Cromlin sighed at the thought. He figured that it was not his business to deal with such things. But things that exist in this town, still bothered him. Not to mention that a police officer like Hank Johnson, would take an interest in the subject.
There's something strange about him, Pastor Cromlin thought. So, he figured that he could send out one of his "holy" servants to trespass the sheriff's house. Of course, it was against the law. Pastor Cromlin knew about that, but didn't care. He cared about the town and its people. After all, it was his job to take sinners away from their sins.
The holy servant arrived at Pastor Cromlin's house. He said, "There's something you should know."
"What did you find?"
"Well, I found these..." He opened the palm of his hand. Pastor Cromlin looked at it.
"Are those bullets?" The holy man nodded. "Not just any bullet. It's silver."
The pastor was confused. "What does Hank want with them anyways?"
The holy servant said, "Take a look at this." He handed a book toward the pastor.
Pastor Cromlin looked at it for a while and then opened the book. "It must be his diary."
"It certainly looks that way. Yes." The pastor started reading...
"I've been trying to fight the beast inside of me. I don't know what else to do. But I know what's going to happen if I can't control it. This hunger..." The pastor stopped reading. "I don't have to read any further than this. Now I know what Hank was up to."
"So... What do you think happened to him?"
"Remember the night he tried to catch that killer? What was his name again?" The holy servant thought for a while and then said, "You mean... Alex Mackintosh?"
"Yeah. That's him alright. Something must have happened to Hank after he was... mauled or something. The doctors have said it was a wild animal of some sort."
"So, you think Hank is..."
"You don't have to say it, not even to me. We know what Hank is. The question is, what are we gonna do about it?"
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Hank Johnson arrived back at the library. When Willy asked he could come along, Hank had said no. He just needed to get his phone back. When he reached the entrance, he expected it to be closed. But it wasn't.
He thought, Hmm... Lucky me. He found his phone, still lying on the table. When the librarian noticed him, she said, "Ah, Mr. Johnson. You're back."
"Oh... I left my phone back here. I guess I was in a hurry."
"No worries. When I noticed it, I thought I should just leave it alone."
"Oh... okay. Well, thank you for not... touching it, Mrs. Lawson."
"No problem," Mrs. Lawson smiled.
"Say... I thought the library would be closed by now. It's past 9:00 pm."
"Oh that... I had to do some errands. And yes, I had forgotten to close the door. Silly me." She smiled and sort of laughed.
"Yeah, I can see that." For some reason, Hank couldn't help resisting her appearance. And the smell... Christ! What was she onto?
"Are you okay, Hank? You seemed down a little."
"Oh, it's this vampire case thing. It's getting rough lately."
"I see. Well... Let me know if you need any help." Mrs. Lawson was about to head back to work, when Hank stopped her. "Mrs. Lawson..."
"Yes?" She turned back towards him.
"Do you believe in vampires?"
"Hmm... There are things that couldn't be explained, Mr. Johnson. I have writers and researchers covering all that kind of stuff. It's the reason why this library have these books."
"So... you don't believe them."
"If I see one, then yes." Mrs. Lawson went back to work. Hank sighed and came out of the library. Willy said, "You found it?"
"Yep. It was still sitting on the desk. Luckily, Mrs. Lawson haven't touched it." He checked his phone to make sure everything was there, just in case.
"That woman. I gotta tell you, Hank. She looks good."
"Yeah... Tell me about it."
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Mrs. Lawson was arranging the books on the shelves. She wondered how long the church could ignore the fact that these books would stay long for anyone else to read. But it wasn't her fault. These books were only meant for research. She probably didn't care about the religious law, since the Bible stated various facts regarding the forbidden knowledge of the occult.
There was a sound coming somewhere from the hallway. She stopped and said, "Hello?" She climbed down the ladder, and said it again. But there was still no reply. She walked onward from the occult section, and then looked both sides of the hallway. It sounded like footsteps.
She called out, "The library is closed." She sighed. I forgot to close that door again. Damn it. She went towards the entrance, and then looked around. It seemed like nobody had entered the library. But those footsteps...
It must be my imagination. She closed the door and then locked it this time. When she went back to the occult section, she stopped.
"Who... What are you doing here? I said the library is closed." The figure didn't say anything to her. He just snarled, and then ripped her throat off.
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Back at home, Hank Johnson started to drink again. He couldn't even sleep. The thoughts of killing that poor woman had given him nightmares already. What else he could have done to prevent that? Sometimes an officer should learn how to control himself. But in this kind of situation, he couldn't. He looked at his hands. And then he began to feel the transformation. He got up from the couch, and looked out the window. The moon was full.
He thought, Christ! Not again. He could feel something tearing his skin apart, and the beast that's coming out of him. It was the longest pain that he had to endure, since his first transformation.
Hank couldn't help it. He knew that it was time to hunt, even after reading all those forbidden books. But he would have to find some criminals, and kill them for murdering innocent people. It was now or never.
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There was a howling sound nearby. The holy servant have arrived to put a stop to this nightmare. He was sent by the glory of God. But there were some things to more than meets the eye. The servant always agreed with the pastor, knowing it seemed wrong to trespass an officer's house.
The wolf was prowling around the streets, looking for fresh meat. The holy servant had his gun ready. When he came out of the car, he shot at it. He thought, Damn it. I missed. Forgive me, Lord. He shot again. The wolf looked at him, and then snarled.
Flee away, you vile creature of hell! The holy servant kept shooting at it. But the wolf have managed to get him. It mauled the holy servant. There was a scream for help. One of the townees, who turned out to be a barber, just came out of his store. He cried out, "Hey! What's going on over there?" The wolf stopped, and then ran away. The holy servant got up quickly as he could, despite his bloody injuries. He drove the car, while the barber still shouted at him.
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Tom Eddington sure liked to drink a lot. He had enough drinks for one day. But when the time came, he would have to venture out into the open land. A land where he could find some peace and harmony. But the truth was, the death of his wife had affected him too much already. He couldn't leave the town because of that.
But there was one person who seemed to want it that way. A shadowy figure had arrived behind his back. And poor Tom turned back slowly to see who it was. Despite being drunk and all, he could clearly see the figure, standing before him. "Oh... It's you. I never figured..." Then he stopped when the vampire bit him on the hand.
"AH!" Tom cried out painfully. He ran, and the vampire was coming after him. Tom thought, Oh God! Oh Dear God! He kept running through the street, until he came to a complete stop. He noticed some kind of dog was mauling on something. He thought, That's no dog. It's a darn wolf. What the hell? He was so distracted that the vampire had finally caught him by the neck. Tom Eddington screamed.
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The screams have reached the wolf's ears. It stopped. He had just killed a criminal who had turned out to be a robber, and a murderer. Being out of jail, the criminal came back to town in order to clear things up with his boss. But the wolf had gotten him.
When the wolf reached the screaming source, it saw the vampire who just drained the blood of Tom Eddington.
"Hello, Hank..." The vampire said. "I know it's you in there. Never thought I could meet a werewolf these days. But being a vampire, it sure feels good. Doesn't it?"
Hank thought, Dear Christ! It's...
"Yeah, it's me alright. I can hear your thoughts. You think you're the only officer, who became a thing of the supernatural? I sure have hunger issues. But the blood... It keeps growing on you. Without it, I wouldn't survive."
"Josh... I never thought it was you. I could've smelled you."
"Yeah... You could have. I had to clean myself up with some soap and hot water after all that killing. I figured you could smell me. But I knew there was something different about you."
"When did you get turned?"
"Hmm... Can't remember actually. It seemed like a year ago or so. Something like that."
"A year? But then that would mean..." He stopped, and wondered how the hell could Josh work at daylight hours.
"All those stories... You think I couldn't survive that damn sun? Well, let me see here. It hurts my eyes though. But it doesn't burn the skin. I got all those darn cases to solve. Despite what I am, I had no other choice. I wouldn't want people to know that. Do I?" He laughed.
"It's not funny, Josh. You killed..."
"Oh, and you didn't? Come on, Hank. Don't tell me, you haven't killed innocent people. I heard you kill one person though. The person whom you cared the most. What's her name? Lily. Yeah, that's right. Lily Walters. You had to kill her because you couldn't control yourself. But I ain't blaming you. You know why? Because I'm just like you."
The wolf snarled in anger, and rushed towards the vampire. They both fell down, fighting each other like wild dogs. Except that Josh was a vampire. He bit the wolf, and that Hank growled in pain.
"He's... strong."
"Oh yes, I am. Since you can't agree with me, I'll have to finish you off." He bit the wolf again. The wolf managed to release itself from the vampire. And then it pounced on him, and tore his throat off.
"AHHH!" Joshua touched his throat, and noticed the blood, dripping like a fountain. "Why, you b@$t@rd!" He tried to catch the wolf. But Hank was too fast for him, even though he was injured. Then someone fired the shots. It turned out to be Willy Wankers.
Willy! Hank thought wildly. No... Get out of here!
"Jesus Christ!" Willy stared at the officer. "It's you!"
"Yeah, it's me. Now what are you gonna do? Shoot me? How about you try it?" He smiled at that thought. Willy shot him several times, but old Joshua couldn't be put down that easily. Willy gulped and then ran away. The vampire was about to get him. But then something happened. The wolf caught his throat again.
"Let go of me!" Joshua cried out in anger. He fell down on the ground, trying to let go of the wild animal. It was painful to see that the wolf have managed to hold on to him for so long. Hank used brutal force to remove his head off, just by using his teeth.
Willy stopped running, and looked behind him. He had never seen anything like it. A wolf had just killed a vampire? Now, I've seen everything. But it was no ordinary wolf. Hank thought, I better get out of here. He ran away, and Willy didn't say anything else. He just stared at the headless body of Joshua Hill.
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The news have reached the small town of Oklahoma City. Everyone was shocked to hear that Joshua Hill was the killer. Not to mention that he was also a vampire. Pastor Cromlin wasn't surprised about that. He figured that if there was a werewolf living in town, why not a vampire? And speaking of werewolves, he noticed that Hank just came back from the hospital.
"Hello, Hank. How's your... arm?"
"It's gonna be fine. Thank you for asking." He was about to get in the car, when he stopped. "Say? Did someone just entered my house last night? I could have sworn someone did, while I was gone."
"Well... I wouldn't know. I was praying at the time."
"Hmm... Oh well. Whoever it is, I'll find out soon enough." He tipped his hat, and went back inside. He thought, You lying b@$t@rd. Then, he drove away.
Next story- The Vampire's Corpse.
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