The buzz of the Seattle rush hour set almost anyone on edge, except for a few people, one of those people worked, well he worked part of the time, in a small office downtown the eastside of I-5 highway. A small board sign read Knight’s Private Investigators in small bland black writing. Inside the wood paneled door laid a front desk and a few empty chairs with a door in the back. The back held a tiny office and a small adjacent room that was carpeted and had a plush old 60’s style leather sofa, and a large 40� TV and a XBOX. John played away on Halo, the day had been slow no one had called in and there hadn’t been any walk ins in the last two days.
John aimed carefully and sniped two players that were squaring off with then his screen flashed and in slow motion it showed his avatar getting run over by a warthog. Cursing John threw the controller on the sofa and logged off, and turned the machine off. John stalked back into his cramped office, and snatched up the phone as it rang, “Hello, Knight Private Investigation your talking to John what can I do for you?� He listened for a bit then wrote some stuff down, “Robbery eh, heirlooms? Ok I’ll be there in a while traffic is pretty bad right now so don’t expect me to get there fast.� John hung the phone up and stuffed the notes he wrote in his jean pocket, he check his Colt .45 semi-automatic for ammo then put it in his shoulder holster and slit one extra clip into his coat pocket.
The drive took about an hour and a half to the south center area and another fifteen minutes driving through the local streets to find the place. John parked the ’00 model Jeep Grand Cherokee in front of the run down house a short three foot chain link gate surrounded the small yard and beat up house, the front gate was missing but broken hinges showed one was once there. John walked on the dirt path up the porch each step he took up the stair creaked badly. The door was ajar and John thought he smelled… blood?
John shivered night had fallen more than an half ago and almost no light shone inside, and he had forgotten his MagLight. John pulled out his .45 and eased slowly into inside careful of not making the door creak too much. John looked around in the darkness and heard a sucking noise, like some one drinking out of a straw. The light switch was on the far side of the war and the noises were coming from the kitchen just past the light switch. He crept to the far side and flicked on the lights, “Hello?� In the corner a young man crouched over an old woman, “Hey buddy you ok?�
A demonic faced looked up at him and John shouted in surprise it’s eyes were pale yellow it face was pulled back so winkles formed all over and it had two fangs that pointed down and were inch long almost it bent over the old lady he had talked to on the phone. Blood covered it mouth and the old lady was covered in blood around her neck.
“Holy s**t!� John didn’t even realize he pulled the trigger he emptied three rounds in the thing’s chest before he knew. It dropped down, then stood back up, “Hey mate watch where you point that!� It said.
“Honey what is it?� A young blond girl with the same facial characteristics as the thing.
“God what are you?� John thought out loud.
“Vampires what else,� With that the man vampire lunged at him John emptied the clip into it’s face it fell down. Shooting it in the head seemed to work but the female screamed and lunged at him. John fumbled with his gun but the thing was too fast, John refilled his gun snapped off a shot that caught the vampire in the shoulder that spun it crashing to the floor. John ran for the car he fumbled with his keys then got in and drove like a mad man, suddenly two seconds later the same female vampire landed on his hood and punched through the windshield at him but missed. John stopped but the thing held on and wasn’t flipped off. She punched again and barely missed his head, but her arm got stuck on the glass. John hopped at the side fired a shot at the vampire that hit it in the neck and ran…
