them bring out a wheelchair for him at the hospital.”
“You sure?”
“Yes Adam. You go enjoy the rest of your day. It’s okay.”
Adam took a step onto the yard to watch his mom back out of the driveway. Now that he could get a good look at Carl in the daylight, he could see how sick he really was. His mom, the woman who spent ninety nine percent of her time inside, looked tan next to the guy.
Drive fast mom, he thought as she blew him a kiss and pulled away.
Four hours later he was sitting at Barry’s when his mom called and said the two words that made his heart freeze.
“Carl’s dead.”
Chapter 8
Darkwood military base, WA - July 6th
Dr. Bennet opened his briefcase and took out a handful of packets. He passed them out to the five people sitting at the long table. He himself was stationed at the head, Major General Smith sat at the opposite end. Between them were some of the top officials from the F.B.I, CIA, NSA, and Homeland Security.
The room had no windows and only one door. A sweeper team was sent in an hour earlier to make sure the room was entirely sound proof and secure. There was no reason for it not to be, but they did it anyway.
The room itself was bland: there were no windows or pictures on the surgical white walls and the only furniture was the long table and chairs.
Dr. Bennet fidgeted at the idea of being in a room with so many important people. The hours he spent preparing this presentation felt rushed. The people there were too important, he needed more time to develop a better presentation.
Things were moving fast and everyone was looking at him for answers.
Well, read Dracula people! Or Salem's Lot. Hell, watch Blade for all it’s worth. We already know the answers! We just can’t believe them.
Dr. Bennet cleared his throat and clicked the first slide on the projector. A picture of Jonathan Q. Harbor appeared on the screen. He was strapped down to the operating table, looking as dead as ever. The picture was taken using a camera that didn’t use mirrors, the only kind that would capture his image anymore.
“Homo Nus Nocturnes,” said Dr. Bennet repeating the speech he’d practiced a hundred times in the mirror. “Let’s not beat around the bush, we’re talking about vampires.”
He waited for somebody to ask a question, when nobody did he clicked to the next slide. Each page of the packets he handed out matched the slides he would be showing. This time it was a picture of Jonathan Q. Harbor’s arm. His wrist had been subjected to minimal ultraviolet rays and was breaking out into a rash.
“One of the most notorious vampire deterrents in folklore is their vulnerability to the sun. To test this theory, we shined a small amount of ultraviolet light on the subject’s arm. As you can see, even the smallest amount of exposure caused a large rash to form. No sparkles here.” He looked up, expecting a laugh. His crowd was stone faced. He cleared his throat again. “Anyway, this reaction to U.V. rays was quite intriguing and caused us to look for an answer on a molecular level. What we discovered is quite amazing.” He clicked the next slide and the image of a microscopic organism popped up. The organism was round and white, with millions of tiny tentacles sticking out from its sides, like tiny hairs. “Almost immediately, we found an organism throughout the body that has an appearance unlike any other. Though it is unique in appearance and behavior, it tests chemically to be a former Streptococcus Mutans cell, which are found in all humans and are a part of the natural bacteria of the human body. It appears to be a complex, symbiotic virus/bacteria and from what we can tell, it has rewritten the genetic code of the human by invading into every single cell. It’s done this to such a drastic extent that the victim is no longer human. It’s like nothing we’ve ever seen, the closest thing we can compare it to is the Rabies virus. The
“You sure?”
“Yes Adam. You go enjoy the rest of your day. It’s okay.”
Adam took a step onto the yard to watch his mom back out of the driveway. Now that he could get a good look at Carl in the daylight, he could see how sick he really was. His mom, the woman who spent ninety nine percent of her time inside, looked tan next to the guy.
Drive fast mom, he thought as she blew him a kiss and pulled away.
Four hours later he was sitting at Barry’s when his mom called and said the two words that made his heart freeze.
“Carl’s dead.”
Chapter 8
Darkwood military base, WA - July 6th
Dr. Bennet opened his briefcase and took out a handful of packets. He passed them out to the five people sitting at the long table. He himself was stationed at the head, Major General Smith sat at the opposite end. Between them were some of the top officials from the F.B.I, CIA, NSA, and Homeland Security.
The room had no windows and only one door. A sweeper team was sent in an hour earlier to make sure the room was entirely sound proof and secure. There was no reason for it not to be, but they did it anyway.
The room itself was bland: there were no windows or pictures on the surgical white walls and the only furniture was the long table and chairs.
Dr. Bennet fidgeted at the idea of being in a room with so many important people. The hours he spent preparing this presentation felt rushed. The people there were too important, he needed more time to develop a better presentation.
Things were moving fast and everyone was looking at him for answers.
Well, read Dracula people! Or Salem's Lot. Hell, watch Blade for all it’s worth. We already know the answers! We just can’t believe them.
Dr. Bennet cleared his throat and clicked the first slide on the projector. A picture of Jonathan Q. Harbor appeared on the screen. He was strapped down to the operating table, looking as dead as ever. The picture was taken using a camera that didn’t use mirrors, the only kind that would capture his image anymore.
“Homo Nus Nocturnes,” said Dr. Bennet repeating the speech he’d practiced a hundred times in the mirror. “Let’s not beat around the bush, we’re talking about vampires.”
He waited for somebody to ask a question, when nobody did he clicked to the next slide. Each page of the packets he handed out matched the slides he would be showing. This time it was a picture of Jonathan Q. Harbor’s arm. His wrist had been subjected to minimal ultraviolet rays and was breaking out into a rash.
“One of the most notorious vampire deterrents in folklore is their vulnerability to the sun. To test this theory, we shined a small amount of ultraviolet light on the subject’s arm. As you can see, even the smallest amount of exposure caused a large rash to form. No sparkles here.” He looked up, expecting a laugh. His crowd was stone faced. He cleared his throat again. “Anyway, this reaction to U.V. rays was quite intriguing and caused us to look for an answer on a molecular level. What we discovered is quite amazing.” He clicked the next slide and the image of a microscopic organism popped up. The organism was round and white, with millions of tiny tentacles sticking out from its sides, like tiny hairs. “Almost immediately, we found an organism throughout the body that has an appearance unlike any other. Though it is unique in appearance and behavior, it tests chemically to be a former Streptococcus Mutans cell, which are found in all humans and are a part of the natural bacteria of the human body. It appears to be a complex, symbiotic virus/bacteria and from what we can tell, it has rewritten the genetic code of the human by invading into every single cell. It’s done this to such a drastic extent that the victim is no longer human. It’s like nothing we’ve ever seen, the closest thing we can compare it to is the Rabies virus. The
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