Living The Dream (Nightmares are dreams too)

A First Lead

A few weeks had passed and I sat behind my desk, going through the dark web again. It was the best place to spot supernatural activities. I was really concentrated when suddenly my phone rang. I fliched a bit, then answered the call. "ATDM Cooperation, Alex speaking. How may I help you?" (I was on phone duty today since one of the newbies who always had to take those was ill.) There was a strange noise that I could identify as heavy, fast breathing interrupted by little sobs. "You need to help me. There is someone crazy after me!" The voice sounded hysterical. "Very well, sir. Where are you, we will come to you right away." I already knew where he was, I had traced the call. My hands fumbled all of the necessary stuff into my bag. "I'm at home, I'll send you my address." "No, don't stay at home, sir. Move, meet me in the city. As soon as possible. I'll send you the address. I've got short white hair, you'll spot me immediately. Come to me and tap your forehead. I'll help you." I heard some rustling. Then a door opened and closed. "Okay, I'm outside. I'm on my way. See you soon." "Indeed. See you soon." I hung up and reported to my boss immediately. I knocked on his door.
"Come in." "Sir, we've got a scared subject, probably victim to some kind of supernatural form. He's being hunted. Asking for permission to bring him in to safety." My boss was fit. He wasn't that clichée boss, fat and lazy. He was an excellent fighter and taught me when I started here. He had long blond hair bound back in a ponytail. His suit always looked sharp. One brown eye and one blue eye. It was mesmerizing. "Move, bring him to our safehouse. Record everything, send me the files. Once you are done, I'll send a team to take care of him."

I strolled through the crowd, walking towards the meeting point. Once there, I stopped and leaned against a wall and waited. Only a few minutes later, a man emerged from the crowd and tapped his forehead. I nodded. "Follow me please. I'll guide you to a safehouse. What is your name?" "Deric, Deric Summer. I was taken hostage by a... a... I don't know what it was. It drank blood. Well, she." I listened up. Maybe a victim of that God forsaken witch I was hunting for almost two months now! "I think I know what that was, move, I need to record every detail you remember."

We stormed through the crowd and finally entered the safehouse. It was an apartment. There were precautions everywhere for every kind of entity. Witches couldn't step over salt. I stepped into the apartment, it made me feel dizzy. I was a demon after all. But I had spent so much time getting used to things like this, that my body didn't fling me out of the room anymore.
"So, tell me. Do you remember anything?", I lifted a recording device onto the table, starting it. "I remember everything just too well... That woman... She had white eyes but she wore coloured contact lenses. Her nails can cut through flesh as if it is nothing, she drinks blood out of a wine glass. And she lives in a... Brothel. Wore a new wig every day, had a really curvy body. You'll know who she is once you see her." I wrote everything down. "Thank you. We will take care of her. I'll send a team here that takes care of you. Don't worry, everything is going to be fine."