
“I swear to you, this is what I saw, Detective! He glared at me from atop my own apartment roof and then swooped down out of sight! I’m telling you, this wasn’t some drug-induced stupor, and you saw my breathalyzer result! There is a vampire among us! And people are going to start dying, Detective!”
I can’t help but light my cigarette at the end of the man’s rant and blow a giant, stressful stream of smoke into the air around both of us.
A state coroner with no bad history, an expert personal sketch and negative substance test results saw me last night.
He barely got my face right, but how could something like this happen so fast? I need to be more careful.
But I need to silence him. Just how?
Suddenly, my eyes dart up from the sketch, and I instantly jump outta my socks in surprise.
“Detective! My God, what have you come to?”
That’s what the giant, disgusting visage of a human-moth creature says, bulbous, lined insect eyes gazing at me below long, furry antennas.
My body begins to quake, but then my stomach twists painfully into a giant knot as my heart begins racing.
My chin is soaked from drool. I shoot a hand up to it than check. Yep.
What the hell is happening?!
The wings taped to my back below my trench coat try to unfurl themselves. My knees are weak and I can feel my blood rushing in my ears.
First, he was terrifying and utterly disgusting.
Now, I’m unbearably hungry. I want to feel him struggle in my teeth.
He can’t get away. He won’t. He’s prey.
“Detective?” Doctor James Steward Howard says nervously, looking completely normal, now.
That’s when I launch myself at him, pushing him to the floor as my very humanity flashes before my chaotic conscience.
“Get out! Get out now! Out! Get out!” I shout angrily.
The coroner rushes out of my office. I don’t hesitate in slamming and locking the door behind him as I slowly slide down it to the floor.
I’m drenched in sweat.
How much longer will this go on?