Dracula's Secret

Introduction

I noticed everything, from the sounds no normal ear could hear, the smells no normal nose could smell. Yet, I remained in my seat staring down the man who leaned against the very white wall trying to seem calm and collected even when I could hear his heart beating and it was not at all what he appeared to be and it continued to quicken each time I moved. He feared me, like I feared him but neither of us would say we feared the other.

"Will you stop that?" his voice shaken under his attempt at strength, his rugged face aging as he rubbed it out of frustration.

"And what is it that I'm exactly doing Officer Timpton that's bothering you so much?" I toss my strands of dark brown hair from my shoulder back, sighing.

"You're a heathen you know that right? You aren't even suppose to be real! You're something that comes from stories and stuff teenage girls dream about being! You're a disgrace to this, this life! Everything I've ever known doesn't make sense anymore because of you, you and your sister!" He slams his hands onto the table in attempt to scare me but it did little.

"And yet here I am Officer Timpton what is it that you exactly want me to say? That this is all but a dream and you're at home with your wife and two daughters who both enjoy the ridiculous stories of 'Twilight' or whatever that nonsense is? Well I'm sorry to disappoint but this is very real, just as I am and just as you are." Switching my legs I cross the left one over my torn jeans with stained blood on them. I could hear his heart beat quicken as I moved.

Officer Timpton glared at me behind his spectacles with his brown eyes and just as he was about to speak the door swung open. "Alright Officer Timpton you may leave the room for a moment" the older woman spoke, Officer Timpton and his aging self turned to look at me one last time before leaving the room.

"Now, Ms...?" the older woman asked as she sat, her cleanly kept navy blue pant suit clashed against her very orange skin from obvious attempts to appear younger than her current age of 45. "Please, call me Cressi" I spoke to her in gentle tone, something father had once taught me when talking to an elder woman.

Nodding she speaks "Aright, Cressi. We need you to start from the beginning, the very beginning. Do you think you could do that?"

Smiling a wicked smile, showing off my fangs, feeling the pulses of everyone around me I speak.

"Of course I can, but how much time do you have?"

The fear in their eyes is all that I needed to know I was alive for that much longer.

Because Fear, when used correctly, is stronger than Hope.