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ferocious growl. I decided to go see Alli for some
dinner and conversation. This time I tried to dress down a little so I wouldn’t
be the obvious out-of-towner. I had on a plain gray t-shirt and my old tore up
jeans. Instead of wearing my cropped black leather jacket as I always did, I
wore a heavier army green bomber style jacket with wool on the inside.
    Right when I walked through the door, I again
noticed that everyone in the place seemed dead except Alli, who was behind the
bar bobbing to the country music playing from the antique jukebox.
    “Hey, girl! Come have a seat,” she hollered,
smiling as she hung the only four freshly cleaned wine glasses upside down from
a rack above the bar.
    I sat down and laughed as I looked around at the
lethargic people staring into their food as if any minute their burgers were
going to start talking to them.
    “I know. I try to bring a little life into this
place, but it never works,” Alli said as she laughed along with me.
    She took my order for a chicken sandwich and beer,
and told me all about her day. As we talked and I drank, I heard my phone ring
inside my coat pocket. I excused myself for one minute and Alli bounced off to
check on her other customers.
    “Okay, the only thing I found that can make people
as tired as you say they are or fall into comas that makes any sense to me is
something called a ‘Psychic Vampire’,” Cara said with a clearly unconvinced
tone.
    “Look, Cara, I told you I just have a feeling so
please lose the attitude,” I barked back at her, my irritation rising up from
nowhere.
    “Who do you think you are? Don?” she mocked as I
rolled my eyes, not the slightest bit amused.
    “Maybe being around all this for so long makes some
people more susceptible than others,” I reasoned, in no mood to debate why I
felt the way I did.
    “Alright, alright, calm down,” she giggled as she
continued to read me the information she had found. “It’s a fairly new term,
but the myth has been around for ages.”
    My face scrunched up in distaste as I thought about
what Cara said it could be.
    “A ‘Psychic Vampire’?” I asked after I took a large
gulp of my beer. “That just sounds so stupid. Can we call it something else?”
    Without any argument, Cara seamlessly switched to
calling them drainers and told me their story.
    “Apparently, they are people who are quite talented
in black magic,” she began as she skimmed through the article she had found on
similar accounts. “They suck the energy from people around them, but there are
more dangerous ones who are not satisfied on energy alone.”
    I could hear the interest rising slightly in her
voice as she read on. She told me of the more experienced drainers who stole
the life-forces from unsuspecting victims while they slept. In doing so, the
drainers remained young and beautiful as long as they continued sucking out
people’s souls and devouring them. But it wasn’t easy to catch a person in the
act. They used out of body experiences to get into a person’s home, rendering
them virtually untouchable. The person is basically a ghost, able to move
around undetected. This raised an important question…How do you stop a drainer?
I couldn’t just kill a living human being, no matter how wrong it was what they
were doing. No cop in town would believe me if I told them the truth. I’d be
thrown in jail, or the nuthouse.
    As I brought all my valid points to Cara’s
attention, she sat in deep thought. Whenever we came across something I had
never hunted before, Cara would find information on the creature and somewhere
there would be a myth on how to stop it. I could hear pages flipping as she
tried to find an answer in her research. While I waited for her input, Alli
came back to the bar to deliver my sandwich. She smiled at me and walked back
into the kitchen just in time to avoid Sari strolling in. My eyes were drawn to
him as he sat down next to me and smiled, waiting for me to hang up. For