Dawn Of The Vampires

Andrew Falker

           -Sheila-

     I lay on my sofa watching Popeye. I sigh again. Yesterday I had marched up to my boss over this case and told him I was officially backing off of this case. Of course he had been mad. He had argued that he couldn't have his best detective leaving the case. But at the end of the day, it was my choice.

          Suddenly my phone started beeping. I picked it up and looked at it. There was a dot at a cafe downtown. I smiled. I'd backed off that case but I was still working on my Leo Typhus case. And that dot was showing me where Andrew Falker was. I'd been trying to track him for days and here he was.

          I hurry down to my car, flicking the keys around my finger. I hum a tune and hop in. I crank up the car and start driving towards the Cafe. I wonder have there been anymore breakthroughs on the DMK case. I shrug and pull up at the Cafe. The sign reads, 'Yellowstone Café'.

        I hop out of the car and walk inside. It isn't really full. I see three workers and about five customers. There are 2 sitting at the counter, separate of course, and there's a couple. Sitting in a booth by himself is a guy with blonde hair. He has on dark shades and looks like he has a major hangover. His head is slumped in his hands. He has big cup of java sitting in front of him. I slip into the seat across from him.

       "Yeah? May I help you?" He says in an English accent.

        "Well that depends," I say, straightening my hair. "Are you Andrew Falker?"

    He raises his head, but I can't tell if he's looking at me because of the sunglasses , but I suspect as much. "Depends on who's asking."

       I chuckle and look down. I take out my badge. "I'm Detective Knight with the LOS agency, and I'd just like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

   He sits all the way up and brushes his raggy blonde hair out of his eyes. He nods. "Well, ask away."

         I smile. "I just wanna know, what you know, about Leo Typhus's disappearance."

    His whole demeanor suddenly changes. He takes off the sunglasses and winces in the sunlight. He squints and shields his eyes from the sun. "Well let's see. I went to his house on October 5 of last year, which was 3023. It was 11:30 pm, close to midnight. I went with my best friend Thomas Glenwood to retrieve my daughter. I had gotten a note that said that this Typhus bastard had my daughter so I hurried over. Anyways, when we knocked no one answered. So we busted in. Through the wall. Because, Thomas can turn to Cyronite, the metal. Anyways we heard talking so we hurried upstairs to a room where I saw a little girl named Lola. Lola, the name of my daughter. So I talked to her about it, but she didn't remember me. She did remember flashes of my voice, however. Soon this bitch Leo comes running up the stairs, gun in hand. He jumps through the doorway shooting at me. Luckily Thomas steps in the way in Cyronite form. The bullets bounce off. Leo tells Lola the truth, that he's lied to her, her entire life. And well... She kills him."

         I recorded all this on my voice recorder, when I look over. This guy sitting at the counter has been eavesdropping the entire time. I lean over to Andrew. "Psst. 9:00. I think that guy's watching us." I whisper.

        Andrew slips his shades back on, and looks over at the guy. "Let's go," he says. We get up and walk outside. We go into my car. He continues to talk about what happened as I drive off. As we just drive through the city with no particular destination in mind, I notice this blue car that has been following us this entire time. No matter where we turned. Suddenly my phone beeps. I pick it up.

                     Look at This-

   Its a text from the agency. I click the file next to it and a picture comes up. "What the hell?" I murmur.

           "What?" Andrew asks.

   I show him the picture. It's some kind of big red monster. Plus it was found in front of the Pot's house. Oh boy. Off the case or not, they're my friends. I'm going to check this out. I keep texting, until Andrew taps my shoulder.

          "Um, detective. You may wanna hit the brakes. Like... NOW!!!!!" He shouts.

  I look up and my jaw drops. I slam on the brakes and slam the wheel to the left barely stopping in time.

         Standing in front of us are a huge group of men dressed in huge jackets and sunglasses. They're not only in front of us, but they've surrounded the car. Some of them have guns. I notice the guy from yesterday who blackmailed me.

       I look at Andrew. "This just got-"

          "Badder," he finishes.