Post by Chris Metaxas on Jan 25, 2009 21:12:36 GMT -5
Chris sat in the coffee shop, cup in hand, deep in thought. Last night, someone had died; the cops said the victim had the blood drained right out of it's body and it also looked as if the victim had been beaten up a bit as well. He shuddered at the thought, feeling guilty. Why hadn't he been there? He was supposed to be a hero, right? He was supposed to be protecting the city, wasn't he? Where in the world was he, then, when someone had all the blood drained out of their body? Wasn't he supposed to be stooping things like this from happening. Some hero he was turning out to be.
But, there was still something he could do. He could make sure no one ever died like that again on his watch; the sicko who had done this would be caught, he thought, sudden determination in his mind. Nothing like this would ever happen in his city again, not while he was around. He would try his best to make it so everyone could sleep well at night, not being afraid of being shoved in alleyways and killed in such a horrible way. What kind of sicko killed someone like that, anyway? Chris shuddered at the thought, then paled as a sudden realization hit. There was only one creature who could drain blood from a body like that. A creature most thought was a myth. A creature who was immortal, the undead, a creature who feed on blood.
A vampire. Chris groaned and put his head in his hands. Great, a vampire. Of all the things to fight, and he had to fight a vampire. He tensed as he realized something horrible...Jane was in danger too. She could be caught. If this vampire found him, would he hurt Jane too? He shuddered at the thought. No, he wouldn't let them, no matter how powerful or dangerous...he would die first before he let her die.
But, there was still something he could do. He could make sure no one ever died like that again on his watch; the sicko who had done this would be caught, he thought, sudden determination in his mind. Nothing like this would ever happen in his city again, not while he was around. He would try his best to make it so everyone could sleep well at night, not being afraid of being shoved in alleyways and killed in such a horrible way. What kind of sicko killed someone like that, anyway? Chris shuddered at the thought, then paled as a sudden realization hit. There was only one creature who could drain blood from a body like that. A creature most thought was a myth. A creature who was immortal, the undead, a creature who feed on blood.
A vampire. Chris groaned and put his head in his hands. Great, a vampire. Of all the things to fight, and he had to fight a vampire. He tensed as he realized something horrible...Jane was in danger too. She could be caught. If this vampire found him, would he hurt Jane too? He shuddered at the thought. No, he wouldn't let them, no matter how powerful or dangerous...he would die first before he let her die.