stay while he did a little of his detective work to try and find out if he could pick up any clues as to who, or what, was on her trail. He knew why they would go to such extremes as murder, and he also knew the reason they were going to drastic measures looking for clues of their own, and not just going straight to the main source. He knew their reason all too well, because he had been doing the very same thing for the past two years.
When D`nae and Danny were attacked that night, now almost four years ago, they had been attacked by vampires. The only reason that D`nae survived was because a passerby witnessed a commotion while leaving the restaurant and called the police. It was apparent by her survival that the sounds of the sirens and the flashing lights had scared the three away before they could secure their kill. Three years ago, after numerous murders across the southern half of the United States, all heinously brutalized before being decapitated and gutted like cattle in a meat factory, D`nae Creel’s file slid across his desk as the only living survivor, who just happened to live in the same area as the last four victims.
Grady O’ Brian started eight years earlier with a secret undercover service that started investigating unexplained deaths back in the late seventies. He never made it in the police force due to his lack of control in the temperament department, and his overwhelming disregard for those in authority. He started up his own private practice and began doing a little detective work to pay the bills. It was by pure chance that the job he now carried fell into his lap the way that it did.
The police had arrived, as well as the F.B.I., and still no one had a clue as to what could have happened to the old man that had been out walking his dog that night. Grady was on another case altogether when he drove by and saw all the commotion. He pulled his car over as soon as he could and walked back to the first suit he found.
He flipped his identification badge open and said, “Names O’Brian, Detective O’Brian,” and proceeded to go under the yellow tape.
“Excuse me,” the suit said, taking him by the arm. “This is a matter for the F.B.I.”
“I see. Then you’re the man in charge here, and the one who will be answering to the family?” Grady replied, pulling a black pad from his back pocket. The only thing Grady knew for sure was that whatever lay hidden behind this yellow tape had the word unexplained murder written all over it. There were way too many different breeds of law on this site for it to be anything else, and he wanted a piece of it.
“You need to speak to Special Agent Harvey for that, Sir.”
“Then I suggest you let me do my job and I’ll let you do yours,” Grady replied and without another word, left the agent standing with his mouth slightly ajar.
He could smell the victim before he could actually see him, but it still didn’t prepare him for his first trip to a ‘once you enter you may never leave,’ life changing experience. The scene played out behind the apartment complex where the older man had lived. It was more than apparent that he had taken the dog out to the bathroom, because the dog was still attached to the leash that remained in the man’s hand. It was where the man was, that made the whole thing so baffling to every eye that gazed upon the eerie sight.
He dangled upside down in a ghastly state at the very top of the dead oak tree in the back corner of the lot; one leg pointing toward the sky, held by some type of cloth, the other twisted at the knee, hanging toward the earth. His legs were spread so far apart that his toes were gruesomely pointing at the sides of his ribcage, like a broken puppet. His abdomen and lower torso were an empty case of jutting rib bones, torn flesh, blood soaked tissue of intestines, and what was left of the man’s clothes, all which led down a morbid rope of gore hanging between the man’s headless shoulder blades.
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When D`nae and Danny were attacked that night, now almost four years ago, they had been attacked by vampires. The only reason that D`nae survived was because a passerby witnessed a commotion while leaving the restaurant and called the police. It was apparent by her survival that the sounds of the sirens and the flashing lights had scared the three away before they could secure their kill. Three years ago, after numerous murders across the southern half of the United States, all heinously brutalized before being decapitated and gutted like cattle in a meat factory, D`nae Creel’s file slid across his desk as the only living survivor, who just happened to live in the same area as the last four victims.
Grady O’ Brian started eight years earlier with a secret undercover service that started investigating unexplained deaths back in the late seventies. He never made it in the police force due to his lack of control in the temperament department, and his overwhelming disregard for those in authority. He started up his own private practice and began doing a little detective work to pay the bills. It was by pure chance that the job he now carried fell into his lap the way that it did.
The police had arrived, as well as the F.B.I., and still no one had a clue as to what could have happened to the old man that had been out walking his dog that night. Grady was on another case altogether when he drove by and saw all the commotion. He pulled his car over as soon as he could and walked back to the first suit he found.
He flipped his identification badge open and said, “Names O’Brian, Detective O’Brian,” and proceeded to go under the yellow tape.
“Excuse me,” the suit said, taking him by the arm. “This is a matter for the F.B.I.”
“I see. Then you’re the man in charge here, and the one who will be answering to the family?” Grady replied, pulling a black pad from his back pocket. The only thing Grady knew for sure was that whatever lay hidden behind this yellow tape had the word unexplained murder written all over it. There were way too many different breeds of law on this site for it to be anything else, and he wanted a piece of it.
“You need to speak to Special Agent Harvey for that, Sir.”
“Then I suggest you let me do my job and I’ll let you do yours,” Grady replied and without another word, left the agent standing with his mouth slightly ajar.
He could smell the victim before he could actually see him, but it still didn’t prepare him for his first trip to a ‘once you enter you may never leave,’ life changing experience. The scene played out behind the apartment complex where the older man had lived. It was more than apparent that he had taken the dog out to the bathroom, because the dog was still attached to the leash that remained in the man’s hand. It was where the man was, that made the whole thing so baffling to every eye that gazed upon the eerie sight.
He dangled upside down in a ghastly state at the very top of the dead oak tree in the back corner of the lot; one leg pointing toward the sky, held by some type of cloth, the other twisted at the knee, hanging toward the earth. His legs were spread so far apart that his toes were gruesomely pointing at the sides of his ribcage, like a broken puppet. His abdomen and lower torso were an empty case of jutting rib bones, torn flesh, blood soaked tissue of intestines, and what was left of the man’s clothes, all which led down a morbid rope of gore hanging between the man’s headless shoulder blades.
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