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doubt took precedence.
* * *
They pulled up in front of a single story, white country house that looked like it hadn’t been lived in for years. The paint was peeling, the screen door was hanging on by one hinge and almost every window was covered with wooden planks. The landscaping wasn’t much better. What was once the yard was now more of an undergrowth of weeds and stray bushes that reached anywhere from three to five feet up the base of the trees that circled the small house, leaving little more than a path for a small animal. It was past three in the afternoon and the way the sun hit the greenery, if you weren’t sitting right in front of the place you wouldn’t even know it was there.
“I can see why you think no one would know about this place, but will I at least have running water?” D`nae sarcastically asked.
“I think you’re going to be very surprised when you see what my friends have done to the inside for you.” He hopped out and left her sitting in the truck.
“Friends?” she replied to herself, stepping out of the truck. “I didn’t know you had friends, O’Brian.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he called back and waved for her to join him. ‘You’re telling me!’ she thought as she limped to catch up. He took her around to the back entrance, where they entered through a newly placed door. Once inside, she realized that ‘you may be surprised’ was an understatement. She was thinking more along the lines of a soft cushy bed with maybe a color TV, and a full size bathroom. What she got was a nice green army cot, a portable DVD player and a mini port-a-potty... not to mention a room filled with seven men dressed in black tanks and army fatigues. Surprised, indeed.
The only room that she would be using was the one in the center; it was once used as a bedroom and only had one window. The window had been sealed from both inside and out, with metal sheets for strength and old wooden planks to fool any onlooker. Grady ushered D`nae over to a chair in the center of the room, next to a crate that was about four feet long and two feet deep, with a matching one right behind it.
“Grady, what’s going on?”
Grady knelt down in front of her and said, “I work with a special group of people.” He paused and lowered his head. “What I’m trying to say is… we think what is after you is the same thing that attacked you and Danny Gilmore almost four years ago.”
“And what exactly would that be?”
“Vampires.”
She almost swallowed her tongue and knew by the room’s reaction that her face showed just how dumbstruck she was.
“Do you know how ridiculous you just sounded?” she quickly claimed, trying to recover from her own initial shock.
Grady studied her eyes as well as her response. He knew with every ounce of training and experience that he had, that she knew something about the whereabouts of Danny. Whether he had been changed into a creature of the night or was truly dead to this world. It was without a doubt the one key to finding the leader of the murderous force behind the string of vicious killings.
“I have been on the very verge of having this killer in my hands, D`nae. I’ve seen the calling cards he leaves behind and his mark was all over your landlady’s portion of that house.”
“How do you know it’s a vampire? Couldn’t it be some crazed maniac?”
“Thirty nine years ago, one of the boys that didn’t lose his head found himself walking around the morgue a few nights after he was murdered. Six years ago, the same thing happened, only this victim was a female. When she was found at the scene, her head had been half torn from her body, her insides had been ripped out but the heart was never dislodged. They put her back together,” he shrugged. “We made sure she stayed down the second time.”
“So, what do I have to do with all of this? I didn’t turn and Danny died. You know that, Grady,” she said pleading with her eyes for
* * *
They pulled up in front of a single story, white country house that looked like it hadn’t been lived in for years. The paint was peeling, the screen door was hanging on by one hinge and almost every window was covered with wooden planks. The landscaping wasn’t much better. What was once the yard was now more of an undergrowth of weeds and stray bushes that reached anywhere from three to five feet up the base of the trees that circled the small house, leaving little more than a path for a small animal. It was past three in the afternoon and the way the sun hit the greenery, if you weren’t sitting right in front of the place you wouldn’t even know it was there.
“I can see why you think no one would know about this place, but will I at least have running water?” D`nae sarcastically asked.
“I think you’re going to be very surprised when you see what my friends have done to the inside for you.” He hopped out and left her sitting in the truck.
“Friends?” she replied to herself, stepping out of the truck. “I didn’t know you had friends, O’Brian.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he called back and waved for her to join him. ‘You’re telling me!’ she thought as she limped to catch up. He took her around to the back entrance, where they entered through a newly placed door. Once inside, she realized that ‘you may be surprised’ was an understatement. She was thinking more along the lines of a soft cushy bed with maybe a color TV, and a full size bathroom. What she got was a nice green army cot, a portable DVD player and a mini port-a-potty... not to mention a room filled with seven men dressed in black tanks and army fatigues. Surprised, indeed.
The only room that she would be using was the one in the center; it was once used as a bedroom and only had one window. The window had been sealed from both inside and out, with metal sheets for strength and old wooden planks to fool any onlooker. Grady ushered D`nae over to a chair in the center of the room, next to a crate that was about four feet long and two feet deep, with a matching one right behind it.
“Grady, what’s going on?”
Grady knelt down in front of her and said, “I work with a special group of people.” He paused and lowered his head. “What I’m trying to say is… we think what is after you is the same thing that attacked you and Danny Gilmore almost four years ago.”
“And what exactly would that be?”
“Vampires.”
She almost swallowed her tongue and knew by the room’s reaction that her face showed just how dumbstruck she was.
“Do you know how ridiculous you just sounded?” she quickly claimed, trying to recover from her own initial shock.
Grady studied her eyes as well as her response. He knew with every ounce of training and experience that he had, that she knew something about the whereabouts of Danny. Whether he had been changed into a creature of the night or was truly dead to this world. It was without a doubt the one key to finding the leader of the murderous force behind the string of vicious killings.
“I have been on the very verge of having this killer in my hands, D`nae. I’ve seen the calling cards he leaves behind and his mark was all over your landlady’s portion of that house.”
“How do you know it’s a vampire? Couldn’t it be some crazed maniac?”
“Thirty nine years ago, one of the boys that didn’t lose his head found himself walking around the morgue a few nights after he was murdered. Six years ago, the same thing happened, only this victim was a female. When she was found at the scene, her head had been half torn from her body, her insides had been ripped out but the heart was never dislodged. They put her back together,” he shrugged. “We made sure she stayed down the second time.”
“So, what do I have to do with all of this? I didn’t turn and Danny died. You know that, Grady,” she said pleading with her eyes for
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