My Hero Day and Knight

My guardian angel

I walked into BuzzWire seeing Maureen talking to her co-workers typing away on computers. BuzzWire was a company of reporters for news and journalism. Yurik Sanchez was sitting at the end. Yurik was a buddy of mine who feeds me information on latest stories. He looked exhausted.

I walked over to him and slammed my hand on his desk. He jumped and looked up at me with a scared expression.

"You look like shit."

I laughed, grinning.

"I feel like it."

He said with his Russian accent.

"What kept you up all night?"

"This damned story about this man named Warren Kinnerd. He was supposedly be falsely accused of murdering 6 women. He can't be. We have evidence on him that he did kill those 6 women and possibly more to find. His fingerprints and DNA was all over the weapons. And then a lawyer that was involved was murdered as well. Coincidence huh?"

"Yeah, sounds like it."

"What about you?"

"Huh?"

"What's kept you up all night? You look like you've seen a ghost walking."

"Oh, it's nothing. Just a normal nightmare."

"I'm sure it was."

"Why? Do you not believe me?"

"No. It's the way you're acting and looking. Vivid nightmares end up becoming reality. Is there anything I can help with?"

"You know what? Since that you mentioned it, you can. I need to find a man."

"What's his name?"

"That's the problem. I never go the chance to know his name."

"Give me a description. And I could probably tell you who it is."

"Mm, tall like maybe 6'1, dark complected, short, curly, dark brown hair, hazely blue eyes, wears coats and long sleeves all the time, and a cool yet weird looking ring on his right index finger. He dresses classy like."

He paused and took a breath.

"Sounds like the PI Mick St. John."

"Mick St. John? You know him?"

I said questioningly.

"Yeah, why? He comes in here every now and then asking for information. I give it to him, help him find what he's looking for and its the same routine all over again. You looking for him for a specific reason or something?"

"Show me a picture of him."

And about that time, the man from my dreams appears on the computer screen. I was amazed. He was real. The way I described him. It was him. I was shocked and excited by the way that this human being well, vampire being was real.

"Where does he live?"

"2110 Drexel Avenue. Here in LA."

I was in shock. He lived on the same avenue as me. I had to find him. I quickly left and jogged out the doors to my car. I was too excited and freaked that I could barely put my keys into the ignition. I managed it and quickly threw the car in reverse and headed back to my house. I needed to find this man. I need to. I had to. I needed to warn him. I parked my car in my driveway and headed up the street to the complex apartments. I saw an old Mercedes Bens parked to the side. Nice looking car. I walked through the double glass revolving doors and headed to the front desk to the clerk.