Vampire’s Blood
by Larry Sells

   Sheriff Stake was looking at a dead woman with a pair of holes at the side of her neck. He placed his gloved hands at the base of the neck. Slowly, Sheriff Stake brought his gloved hand to the front of his face and saw only a little blood there was not as much as it should have been. In fact, the place where her body laid was not showing any blood. Is this the dumping place? Sheriff Stake thought.

   His two favorite detectives, Tom Wilson and Stan Lee Stoker walked up to him. Each had his notebook open. Without looking at them, Sheriff Stake asked, "What do you have for me?"

   "We have a description of a person and a black van. The man was 6’ 11" tall about three hundred pounds all dressed in black. According to witnesses, the man appeared to be drinking the woman’s blood directly from the throat. After he was done with the woman, he left in a black custom van. On the side of the van was a picture of Bela Lugosi as the famous Dracula. No one was able to get the license plate number."

   "Looks like we have to pay a visit to Vamps and talk to Tepes and his bar staff. That’s where the gothic people hang out," Sheriff Stake said. "Hopefully, they would have something for us."

   Detectives Stan Lee and Tom started asking questions at Vamps. The first person they spoke to was the owner, Mr. Tepes. They gave him the basic description of the person. For Tepes it didn’t ring a bell. He just shrugged his shoulders. Finally, Stan Lee described the black custom van with the picture of Bela Lugosi.

   Mr. Tepes rubbed his chin and said, "Yes, I know of that particular vehicle. Its owner is a friend of mine. His name is Jason Tyler. He lives in the country near Parkersburg." Continuing rubbing his chin, Mr. Tepes picked up a pen and paper and wrote Jason Tyler’s address on it. "Good luck at finding him at home, he travels a lot."

   The two detectives looked at each other and at once they thought that there could be more murders with the same M.O. in other towns and cities around the state or even country that Jason could be responsible for. This realization made their faces turned a shade of white. When they arrived at their cars, they called on the police CB to headquarters and to Sheriff Stake.

   Tom said, "We are checking to see if there are any crimes like this one in the neighboring towns."

   "Good. When I was on vacation a few years ago there was a series of murders that had what looked like fang holes in their necks."

   Tom sat in silence as his mind went back in time. His mind eye was back to the torn bodies of Kimmy Moore, Steven Jones, Tony Praze, and Jane Stevens, were found inside and around their car on Highway 57 toward Parkersburg. "Yes, there was. The bodies were also torn apart, unlike here. Here we only have the torn neck as the probable cause of death."

   "How did it turn out? Did you get the killers?"

   "Yep, Frank Crow got them. I believe he shot one with a silver bullet, and the other he killed with a wooden stake."

   "Okay, I’ll have to speak with him."

   Sheriff Stake thought. This could be one of those special cases where the police department can’t get involved in like the killing of a vampire or werewolf. These are usually sent to Frank Crow known as the Midnight Rambler.

   "You there, Sheriff?" Tom asked.

   The sound of Tom’s voice brought him back to reality. "Yes, just thinking.

   "I hope you are thinking about bringing in the Midnight Rambler."

   "Yes, Tom, I am."

   "Good, because it looks like we need him on this case."

   "I agree. I’ll call him when I’m off duty, the mayor doesn’t want us to kill vampires."

   "We are going to checkout this Jason Tyler’s address. Want to meet us there? According to Tepes, he owns the van."

   "Good, I’ll met you there."

   The three arrived at the same time in the driveway at the residence of Jason Tyler. Sheriff Stake pointed at the van parked in the driveway ahead of them. They removed their guns and cautiously approached the front door. Detective Stan Lee knocked at the door while the others lined both sides of the door.

   There was no answer.

   Detective Stan Lee nodded to Tom then to Sheriff Stake. He turned the knob and the door opened. They slowly looked in each room. Finally, they arrived at the bedroom. There they found someone laying face up.

   Sheriff Stake said, "Don’t move! We have you covered!"

   Jason did not move.

   Sheriff Stake nodded at the other two and slowly approached the lying form of Jason. When he arrived at the body, Sheriff Stake saw on Jason’s neck two holes and with no blood underneath him. He then went to the wallet on the bedroom dresser, opened it, and looked at the driver’s license and found that the lying figure was indeed Jason Tyler.

   Half an hour later, Jason Tyler’s house was covered with forensic teams. They confirmed that the two deaths were similar.

   After the paperwork was done for the day, Sheriff Stake drove home. His eyes were bloodshot, and he kept rubbing them making them feel worse. What seemed like hours, but was only fifteen minutes, Sheriff Stake arrived home. Immediately, he went to his medicine cabinet, removed a bottle of eye drops, and dropped some of the clear liquid into his eyes. Some of the soothing liquid flowed down his eyes. With that taken care of Sheriff Stake went to his phone and called Frank Crow.

   Frank answered the phone on the third ring. "Hello Sheriff, what can I do for you?"

   "How did you know it was me?"

   "Caller ID. It’s neat little gadget to have when you are in my business."

   "I think I have a case for your talents."

   "Oh, where are the bodies being kept?"

   "The morgue."

   "Good I’m going over there now."

   "Okay, I’ll call the mortician, tell him you’re on your way."

   "Good." Frank hung up the phone and jumped into his silver Trans Am.

   Within minutes, Frank was walking in the morgue. Charlie, the night shift mortician looked at him and walked over to the two victims of the vampire. Frank saw this before and knew that he was dealing with at least one vampire. "Which is the fresh kill?"

   "The what?"

   "The latest victim."

   "Oh, why didn’t you say so? The male to your right."

   Frank took a closer look at the male’s wounds. "What was his name?"

   Charlie looked at the records. "Jason Tyler."

   Frank looked the dead Jason in his still open eyes and touched the wounds on his neck. His gift of second sight didn’t let him down. He saw a vampire drinking from Jason’s neck. The vampire’s appearance entered into Frank’s mind. Instantly, he knew who he was going for. Shaking his head in amazement of how this gift of second sight was developing. During the years it had been getting stronger in aiding him in finding the vampire or werewolf faster and easier than a few years ago. To Frank came another possibility, that he had always had the instinct in finding them. "I’ve received an image of the vampire," Frank said as he walked out the door.

   As he stood beside his Trans Am, Frank looked at the clear sky. Soon it would be dark and the vampire would hunt and kill again. That is, if Frank did not stop him. He got into his car and drove home to get his gear and some strong black coffee. Frank got his wooden stakes, wooden arrows and bow, and a couple of guns loaded with silver bullets.

   Frank jumped into the car turned his CD radio on and let his senses take him where he needed to go. He felt that his senses were getting sharper as he matured. Driving past Vamps the feeling of dealing with a vampire appeared, but the one he wanted was not there, so he continued on. As Frank drove closer to Hooterville High School a vision of a pair of teenagers leaving the gymnasium and walking to the girl’s date’s car came to him. His senses were telling him that something was inside the boy’s car, and Frank felt its hunger for human blood.

   Frank stepped on it. The Trans Am flew through the street and glided through the intersection. He saw the kids walking toward the car, and he floored it. His Trans Am engine roared like a tiger and gave Frank the speed he needed.

   When he was even with the boy’s car, Frank stopped his Trans Am, jumped out, and grabbed the boy’s wrist as he was opening the door. He yelled at the couple, "Something is in there."

   Bewildered the boy and his date stood as Frank removed his flashlight and shined it into the backseat. Frank saw movement and a reflection of red eyes staring back at him. Frank pulled out one of his wooden stakes and opened the door. The vampire inside the boy’s car came charging at Frank, knocking him on his back. As Frank grabbed for its legs, the vampire transformed from a human to a bat and flew away. The only thing Frank could do was watch as the vampire flew toward an abandon house across from the cemetery.

   After making sure the boy and his date were okay, Frank got into his car and turned left toward the Cemetery Bridge. He knew that he would have to be on his guard, for there could be more than one vampire living in that old house.

   Frank pulled in the dark driveway. Cautiously, he got out, looked around, went to his trunk, pulled out his bow and a full pouch of arrows. If it came to-hand-to-hand combat, he had five stakes and his handgun filled with silver bullets with ten clips on his body. Frank also carried varied sized crosses as back-up.

   After closing the trunk, Frank put one of the arrows in the bow and silently started walking toward the door. All of his senses became centralized on the house and its inhabitants. Walking through the doorless opening, Frank saw plenty of mice and rats scurrying around the room. A couple of them stopped and looked at him hard, but when he came closer they continued on their way. He saw the stairs going up to the second floor, but Frank decided to stay on this floor and do a room-to-room search. Slowly, Frank walked passed the kitchen and kicked open a door. It led him to what appeared to be a basement, but it had no stairs leading to the bottom.

   Frank passed the stairs and entered the room ahead of him. A movement caught his attention. He looked harder at the shadows. A small roar came and something flew at Frank. With reflex of lightening, he fired the arrow. It struck its target with a thump, and the object went down hard. Cautiously, Frank approached it, as the vampire was turning to dust. Already, the wind spread the dust away from its clothes.

   From the other doorway came what looked like a young woman. She spotted Frank and atacked. The woman’s fangs almost got Frank’s arm, but he removed a stake and rammed it right into her chest. She turned into a pile of dust.

   After his close call, Frank checked around the room where the woman vampire came from. He found nothing there, so he backtracked to the steps and started to climb them. As he climbed them, Frank held his head up high and already had another arrow into his bow. What looked like a black cape rushed him. Instinct told him to fire the arrow. The arrow pierced the cape, and its wearer turned to dust as it landed ahead of him.

   Finally, Frank got to the top of the steps and saw three rooms joining the hall. At the first room, Frank entered and found a couple of caskets. He placed a huge cross into each one and left the room. Coming from the second room, a male vampire came at him. Quickly, Frank took aim and fired. The arrow went into his chest and the vampire fell then turned to dust. Frank reloaded and continued his mission.

   Outside the third and last door, Frank hesitated. His senses were screaming at him that the vampire he was seeking was somewhere inside the room. As he entered the room, the vampire jumped on Frank, knocking him down onto his belly. The bow and arrow went flying across the dark, musky room. With the vampire’s weight on his back, Frank could not get to the bow.

   With all of his might, Frank back-kicked and threw his elbows backward striking something soft and with a couple more the vampire rolled off Frank’s body. Quickly, Frank rolled over and saw the vampire standing over him. He pulled an arrow from his back pouch and held it in front of him. The vampire sneered and rushed him. Frank used all of his might and pushed the arrow through the vampire’s chest. Blood flowed from its mouth as it fell backwards. A few minutes later, it too was nothing but a pile of dust.

   Frank finished searching the house with no more mishap. He returned to his car, removed a gallon container of gasoline, entered the house and started pouring gas all over the house. When Frank was almost outside, he lit a match and threw it on the floor. Immediately, a red and orange flame spread throughout the house. Soon it was engulfed in huge flames.

   As he left, Frank pulled out a cellular phone and called Sheriff Stake.

   Sheriff Stake answered the phone, feeling exhausted and slurring his words "What can I do for you?"

   "This is Frank Crow. I killed some vampires at the abandoned house across from the cemetery. To make sure I got all of them, I set the house on fire. You might want to have a fire department come and make sure the fire is contained to the house."

   "Okay, will do. You might want to make yourself scarce."

   "I’m gone," Frank said as he pulled out of the driveway and drove home. The sun was slowly rising as Frank entered his house to sleep.

©2003 Larry Sells

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