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Chapter 449 Chapter 449
Reaves' final tone suggested that Tom should act a bit more impressed.
"That's really impressive sire."
"Indeed. So, as the shadow of twilight swept through the city, I simply went out and hid on the tallest building."
Clenching his fists, Tom fought to keep the impatience from his tone. He wasn't interested in this grand tale.
So, he jumped right in- asking the question of the hour and halving the tale;
"And the killer? Were you able to get a good look of his face? Did you recognize him?"
Reaves' nose twitched. He actually looked a little hurt.
"Charlie."
The light in his eyes went out. "No, there must be some kind of mistake."
"I'm telling you," he said without a hint of humor; "It was your former partner. I could tell."
"How?" Tom inquired; "Did you see his face?"
"Of course not," he snapped; "There was no moonlight. . .no stars. . .no street lamps either. . .you know this already. . ."
Tom doubled down- plunging straight into detective mode;
"So then how do you know for sure that it was him? That it was really Charlie?"
Through the fading light of the glowing embers, Reaves stared at the glowering cop before him. Of course, he knew that the police force would kick against his claim. So, he didn't waste anytime on regret. nôvel binz was the first platform to present this chapter.
"Because, you simply don't forget the moves of the bastard who tried to kill your daughter. It was Charlie, it moved like him, fought like him, and ran away in the same girly way- like him."
Tom's teeth gritted in his mouth.
He wanted to defend his dead partner's honor.
But he also needed to appear objective. Still, the facts were clear.
'Charlie's body is merely a conduit. . .' he thought to himself; '. . .a mere meat sack. . .an empty meat sack. . .someone else is controlling his body. . .someone's obviously calling the shots. . .besides, the killer's a vampire. . .'
Tom straightened his back.
'Of course, corpses don't suck blood. . .it's fundamental necromancy stuff. . .'
Reaves probably knew all these- and more. Especially with his connections. However, for the sake of ethics, Tom had to bite down on his tongue to keep himself from spilling all this to a civilian. The only thing he was allowed to say was one thing;
"The ruling consensus is the killer's a vampire–"
"Stay behind me," the cop ordered; ""This could be a trap. . ."
A shadow of dread passed over them a few moments later.
"SHIT!" Reaves cursed into the night time; "Is he–?"
"Dead? Yeah," Tom lowered his knees to a squatting position; "I'm afraid so."
The body was laid on its stomach. Knees apart, and limbs buried underneath it. And at its neck, between its right shoulder and throat, four bite marks appeared- printed in red. Tom leaned in- and nearly staggered back.
The skin was pale white, and the body was-
"It's empty." he stuttered; "The body's empty."
"What?" Reaves echoed.
"It's been drained. There's not a single drop of blood in it."
The other man's eyes widened, while Tom rose to his feet with chattering knuckles.
"FUCK!!!" he roared- slamming his right fist into the concrete wall!
"So, that was it," Reaves said sadly; "The attack earlier was just a distraction. This poor guy was the real target then?"
Turning away, with his shoulders hunched, Tom declared sadly; "It's a young girl Reaves. The victim's a young girl."
........
Mary Kay stood at the balcony, eyes sunken, fan in right hand- fanning her neck furiously. The fumes of her perfume filled the air like a cloud. On her eyelashes, rich dark mascara was imprinted- giving her the appearance of a raven.
Suddenly, behind her, the sliding doors opened. And the sound of two muffled footsteps touched down on the hardwood.
Mary Kay sighed;
"I feel feel the bad news leaking from your breaths girl, get on with it!"
The girl's soft feet shuffled lightly behind her;
"Madam," she began; "It's the girls. . .well. . .they've been on edge for a while now. . .and, they were wondering if you've got a plan for them. . .for us. . ."
The purple fan in her hand suddenly stopped.
Her left hand gripped the rail tightly.
Her gin scorched voice came;
"A plan?" she scoffed; "You were wondering if I've got a plan? How does one plan for a vampire epidemic?"
With each word- her tone rose higher and higher, filling the poor girl with a palpable fear.
Mary Kay continued to pour rich scorn into her word...
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Chapter 449 Chapter 449
Reaves' final tone suggested that Tom should act a bit more impressed.
"That's really impressive sire."
"Indeed. So, as the shadow of twilight swept through the city, I simply went out and hid on the tallest building."
Clenching his fists, Tom fought to keep the impatience from his tone. He wasn't interested in this grand tale.
So, he jumped right in- asking the question of the hour and halving the tale;
"And the killer? Were you able to get a good look of his face? Did you recognize him?"
Reaves' nose twitched. He actually looked a little hurt.
"Charlie."
The light in his eyes went out. "No, there must be some kind of mistake."
"I'm telling you," he said without a hint of humor; "It was your former partner. I could tell."
"How?" Tom inquired; "Did you see his face?"
"Of course not," he snapped; "There was no moonlight. . .no stars. . .no street lamps either. . .you know this already. . ."
Tom doubled down- plunging straight into detective mode;
"So then how do you know for sure that it was him? That it was really Charlie?"
Through the fading light of the glowing embers, Reaves stared at the glowering cop before him. Of course, he knew that the police force would kick against his claim. So, he didn't waste anytime on regret. nôvel binz was the first platform to present this chapter.
"Because, you simply don't forget the moves of the bastard who tried to kill your daughter. It was Charlie, it moved like him, fought like him, and ran away in the same girly way- like him."
Tom's teeth gritted in his mouth.
He wanted to defend his dead partner's honor.
But he also needed to appear objective. Still, the facts were clear.
'Charlie's body is merely a conduit. . .' he thought to himself; '. . .a mere meat sack. . .an empty meat sack. . .someone else is controlling his body. . .someone's obviously calling the shots. . .besides, the killer's a vampire. . .'
Tom straightened his back.
'Of course, corpses don't suck blood. . .it's fundamental necromancy stuff. . .'
Reaves probably knew all these- and more. Especially with his connections. However, for the sake of ethics, Tom had to bite down on his tongue to keep himself from spilling all this to a civilian. The only thing he was allowed to say was one thing;
"The ruling consensus is the killer's a vampire–"
"Stay behind me," the cop ordered; ""This could be a trap. . ."
A shadow of dread passed over them a few moments later.
"SHIT!" Reaves cursed into the night time; "Is he–?"
"Dead? Yeah," Tom lowered his knees to a squatting position; "I'm afraid so."
The body was laid on its stomach. Knees apart, and limbs buried underneath it. And at its neck, between its right shoulder and throat, four bite marks appeared- printed in red. Tom leaned in- and nearly staggered back.
The skin was pale white, and the body was-
"It's empty." he stuttered; "The body's empty."
"What?" Reaves echoed.
"It's been drained. There's not a single drop of blood in it."
The other man's eyes widened, while Tom rose to his feet with chattering knuckles.
"FUCK!!!" he roared- slamming his right fist into the concrete wall!
"So, that was it," Reaves said sadly; "The attack earlier was just a distraction. This poor guy was the real target then?"
Turning away, with his shoulders hunched, Tom declared sadly; "It's a young girl Reaves. The victim's a young girl."
........
Mary Kay stood at the balcony, eyes sunken, fan in right hand- fanning her neck furiously. The fumes of her perfume filled the air like a cloud. On her eyelashes, rich dark mascara was imprinted- giving her the appearance of a raven.
Suddenly, behind her, the sliding doors opened. And the sound of two muffled footsteps touched down on the hardwood.
Mary Kay sighed;
"I feel feel the bad news leaking from your breaths girl, get on with it!"
The girl's soft feet shuffled lightly behind her;
"Madam," she began; "It's the girls. . .well. . .they've been on edge for a while now. . .and, they were wondering if you've got a plan for them. . .for us. . ."
The purple fan in her hand suddenly stopped.
Her left hand gripped the rail tightly.
Her gin scorched voice came;
"A plan?" she scoffed; "You were wondering if I've got a plan? How does one plan for a vampire epidemic?"
With each word- her tone rose higher and higher, filling the poor girl with a palpable fear.
Mary Kay continued to pour rich scorn into her word...
Chapter 449 Chapter 449 Reaves' final tone suggested that Tom should act a bit more impressed. "That's really impressive sire." "Indeed. So, as the shadow of twilight swept through the city, I simply went out and hid on the tallest building." Clenching his fists, Tom fought to keep the impatience from his tone. He wasn't interested in this grand tale. So, he jumped right in- asking the question of the hour and halving the tale; "And the killer? Were you able to get a good look of his face? Did you recognize him?" Reaves' nose twitched. He actually looked a little hurt. "Charlie." The light in his eyes went out. "No, there must be some kind of mistake." "I'm telling you," he said without a hint of humor; "It was your former partner. I could tell." "How?" Tom inquired; "Did you see his face?" "Of course not," he snapped; "There was no moonlight. . .no stars. . .no street lamps either. . .you know this already. . ." Tom doubled down- plunging straight into detective mode; "So then how do you know for sure that it was him? That it was really Charlie?" Through the fading light of the glowing embers, Reaves stared at the glowering cop before him. Of course, he knew that the police force would kick against his claim. So, he didn't waste anytime on regret. novel binz was the first platform to present this chapter."Because, you simply don't forget the moves of the bastard who tried to kill your daughter. It was Charlie, it moved like him, fought like him, and ran away in the same girly way- like him." Tom's teeth gritted in his mouth. He wanted to defend his dead partner's honor. But he also needed to appear objective. Still, the facts were clear. 'Charlie's body is merely a conduit. . .' he thought to himself; '. . .a mere meat sack. . .an empty meat sack. . .someone else is controlling his body. . .someone's obviously calling the shots. . .besides, the killer's a vampire. . .' Tom straightened his back. 'Of course, corpses don't suck blood. . .it's fundamental necromancy stuff. . .' Reaves probably knew all these- and more. Especially with his connections. However, for the sake of ethics, Tom had to bite down on his tongue to keep himself from spilling all this to a civilian. The only thing he was allowed to say was one thing; "The ruling consensus is the killer's a vampire" "Stay behind me," the cop ordered; ""This could be a trap. . ." A shadow of dread passed over them a few moments later. "SHIT!" Reaves cursed into the night time; "Is he?" "Dead? Yeah," Tom lowered his knees to a squatting position; "I'm afraid so." The body was laid on its stomach. Knees apart, and limbs buried underneath it. And at its neck, between its right shoulder and throat, four bite marks appeared- printed in red. Tom leaned in- and nearly staggered back. The skin was pale white, and the body was- "It's empty." he stuttered; "The body's empty." "What?" Reaves echoed. "It's been drained. There's not a single drop of blood in it." The other man's eyes widened, while Tom rose to his feet with chattering knuckles. "FUCK!!!" he roared- slamming his right fist into the concrete wall! "So, that was it," Reaves said sadly; "The attack earlier was just a distraction. This poor guy was the real target then?" Turning away, with his shoulders hunched, Tom declared sadly; "It's a young girl Reaves. The victim's a young girl." ........ Mary Kay stood at the balcony, eyes sunken, fan in right hand- fanning her neck furiously. The fumes of her perfume filled the air like a cloud. On her eyelashes, rich dark mascara was imprinted- giving her the appearance of a raven. Suddenly, behind her, the sliding doors opened. And the sound of two muffled footsteps touched down on the hardwood. Mary Kay sighed; "I feel feel the bad news leaking from your breaths girl, get on with it!" The girl's soft feet shuffled lightly behind her; "Madam," she began; "It's the girls. . .well. . .they've been on edge for a while now. . .and, they were wondering if you've got a plan for them. . .for us. . ." The purple fan in her hand suddenly stopped. Her left hand gripped the rail tightly. Her gin scorched voice came; "A plan?" she scoffed; "You were wondering if I've got a plan? How does one plan for a vampire epidemic?" With each word- her tone rose higher and higher, filling the poor girl with a palpable fear. Mary Kay continued to pour rich scorn into her word...
