Vampire Slayer of the Decade

Mac stood in the unlit alley looking at the grotesque position this young 16 year old girl was in. She was completely devoid of any blood in her system; he could already tell. Her throat was slit as if she were drained with no blood that was nowhere on the ground. He stood there silently just thinking about how he got in this predicament.

Corby Mac has been a police officer for 35 years now but about 10 years ago he became a special police officer that covers up vampire killings. Once a year he has been running into the same scene, a young boy or girl vampire, between the years of 13-18, completely void of all blood with their throat slit. The first year Natelie Gresinbe came up behind him when he had his hands covering his face. She put her hand on his shoulder and stated the obvious.

“The poor boy is dead.”

“I already know that, but how there is no blood. Who the hell are you? What are you doing on my crime scene? You need to leave.”

“Mac, is it? I can’t leave. I am here to try to figure out who is killing young vampires in my city.”

“Vampires? Haha, vampires are not real,” I stated. While I was thinking that was really the only obvious answer it could be. How else can a throat be slit but not have any blood to see.

“Well Mac we have a slight dilemma now that you have seen Saun laying here. I am going to have to tell you exactly what to do from now on and you will have to stay quiet from your official job. Of course I will pay you extensively for your services, but I am sure it will be extremely hard to not say anything to your chief.”

A car alarm goes off from down the road pulling me away from my current situation. When I turn my head back around it is at the same exact time that a beautiful vampire softly comes to the ground with tears in her eyes.

“Hi Mac. I have heard about you, but I never thought I would have to meet you. That beautiful young girl was my daughter. Her name was Jezabella and now she is dead. Vampires should not have to die. My name is Allison Corbella,” she is wringing her beautiful white unwrinkled hands as she reaches for my own hands making me investigate her large almond shaped red pupils, “please Mac find out who did this!”

I cannot help but look at this beautiful woman completely now. She has long reddish hair with blonde streaks and is wearing a pink spaghetti strapped dress that slightly sparkles and hugs every curve that she has. She has no tights over her milky legs, and I slowly guide my eyes down to her feet that is covered in black soft open-toed heels. In any other situation I would want this woman in my arms to comfort her in her time of need. I force myself instead to look back up into her face.

Knowing I have been chasing the same killer for a decade I cannot help myself when I say, “I will make sure that I bring you justice.”

With tears in her eyes and a slight smile on her full lips she looks at me thankfully and says, “Jezabella would really appreciate that.”

Allison is wondering why she is touching Mac’s hands and why she has a smile when she is looking at her daughter lying there like that. She found herself looking at Mac in his uniform with taut muscles peeking out of the short sleeves. His brown hair parted to the right slightly curled around his ear. His aqua green eyes looking at her with such concern that she cannot help but want to love him.

Suddenly, I become more aware of what is going on, and I stand straighter and say, “Help me get Jezzy somewhere safe, please Mac?”

I reached for his dark tanned hands again, and we both walked hand and hand to my daughter to pick her up. Mac reaches down to her slowly and carefully moves her into his arms and walks her over to the truck that is already waiting for exactly this moment. I could have just picked her up and taken her home without a motor of a vehicle, but I could not stand the idea of leaving Mac’s side at this moment. I feel like I am not being thoughtful or loving to my daughter because I cannot stop thinking about Mac holding me and putting his very squared slightly scruffy beard next to my cheek.

Mac looks at Allison not knowing if he really is picking up the same vibes from her that he already feels. Such a jump from being single for seven years after putting all his time into this killer and having two different jobs to address.

Allison gets into the other side of the truck as Mac slides in behind the Wheel and Jezabelle in the back seat. Normally I would place the body of the child in a body bag and put them in the locked box, but I cannot stand the look on Allison’s face if I do that. So, we ride in silence to the empty barn that I do my investigation into with Alex who is the mortuary for all purposes for vampires.

“Ms. Corabella, I need to leave and let Alex do his job. I am sure we both could use a coffee.”

“Mac please call me Allison.”

Mac looked at this beautiful woman not with pity but with desire in his eyes and he was sure Allison felt it, so he turned his head the other way.”

Knowing Allison needed blood in her coffee, Mac took her straight to his home. Allison walked in his home with grace and with a stance of a woman who is usually in charge and right now she is not in charge. Allison looked around as she walked into the foyer and the first thing that she sees is the board that Mac had designed that had all the vampire children that the killer had chose to take in the last decade. Mac tried to cover the board when he noticed Allison studying it, but she put her hand over his lightly, so he left it.

“I will go and make us some coffee please Allison make yourself at home.”

Mac walked away and Allison never took her eyes off the board. Over the last decade, Mac had tracked down suspects, uncovered weapons frequently left behind and grieved for children taken too soon. There were the places of the gravesites and where the killer had chosen to kill them. There were also notes from loved ones and people that may have known more than they thought they did. Mac made the coffee and came back to Allison both cups steaming but one with the special mix and handed it to Allison.

Allison felt thankful for the hot mix of coffee, she really needed it.

“So, you really have been trying to find this killer for us for years?”

Mac just nodded his head.

“So how can you promise me that you will find someone that you have been searching for 10 years now?” even as Allison asked this, she knew in her head that Mac would find a way to do it just for her.

Just as Allison was looking at Mac under her long eye lashes, red eyes gleaming, a figure in a dark cloak floated in trying to attack Mac. Allison automatically went feral, flying at the cloaked vampire protecting Mac at all costs.

Mac set his eyes wide watching Allison taking charge to protect him and he already knew that not only would he find the killer, but he loved Allison and wanted her in his life forever. Mac had never felt that way and the feeling was new, but he knew that Allison wanted him that same way that he wanted her. He knew by how fiercely that she protected him. The hooded figure now laying grotesquely with her head is a silent scream. Oh my God! It was Natelie.