Vampire Hunter: Corey Crowgarden's guide to killing vampires for fun and profit.

Lesson 2 part 2

Two officers stood at the door, one officer knocking.
Bobby and Carrie went outside. They leaned on the hood of their car and watched the scene. The police car was parked in such a way as to block Crystal's car and both bikes.
Rajesh, the owner stood behind the police sorting through a jangle of keys.
The officer knocked again, "Open up, this is the police. I want to talk to you about this car."
"They're stalling," Bobby said. "There is something in room 10, something dark, and they're going to stall until that thing comes to save them."
"That will definitely tip the balance,"Carrie said.
The officer pounded on the door again, the other officer pulled his night stick. "OPEN UP, NOW!"
Rajesh had the jangle of keys tamed and held the room key in his right hand.
"Open it up," the officer said.
"Sir," Rajesh said, "not to seem... uncooperative, but do you have a warrant? I mean, I need to protect my guests privacy."
The officer frowned and turned to his partner," Call all this in, run the plates on the bikes too. I think we are going to need back up."
His partner looked at Rajesh with a harsh glare, "Sure."
He went back to the car and sat in the passenger seat.
"What are they doing?" Carrie said. "Are they leaving?"
"No," Bobby said, and two more police cars turned into the drive.
"They got here fast," Carrie said.
"I bet the Hilltop has a bit of a reputation," Bobby replied.
"Yeah, and so do bikes parked next to a stolen car," Carrie replied, "But all this will take time."
"I have an  idea," Carrie said and went back in to their room.
She sat on the bed and picked up the receiver on the phone, dialing an extension.
She could hear the phone ring.
"Who the fuck is this," said a gruff voice.
"Someone who know's what is in room number 10," Carrie replied.
"Fuck off," the voice said, and Carrie imagined the tall, wrinkled biker, standing by the bed.
"You're expecting your vampire to wake up and solve your problem for you, right? The cops will never know what hit them."
She could hear the phone being handed off.
"Hello," a woman's voice said.
"Hi, I'm the sister of the woman whose car you stole. I know what you are hiding in room 10. You probably also know my dad, and I'm ready for your pet monster. Although we know that you're really the pet in this situation."
"Sure," she said. "Look, honey. Once our pet monster comes through that door all those cops are done. She'll make them pack up and go."
"Maybe, but she'll be too hungry. She will want to feed. That's all that is on her mind. When she sees the flashing red lights and all the cops, she might just freak out."
Silence.
"Have you ever seen it when it freaks out?"
"Yes," said the woman in room 9.
"Then you know it won't stop until everyone is dead and you're just as likely to be attacked as the cops are."
Well..." said the woman in room 9, her thoughts turning over the prospect.
"It'll be quite a shit show. Once your monster hit's the first person, cop, you, the hotel guy.. whoever, the gun's will come out and bullets will fly. The cop's have tasers too, I know bullets hurt a bit, but I'd be interested to see what electricity does.
Anyway, just want you to know we'll be far enough away you won't even see us but we have a rifle, a scope and some silver tipped bullets."
"Ya, that does change things," she admitted.
"Oh," Carrie said, "I thought you'd like to know, there are two cop cars out back in case you decide to try and and sneak out the window."
The voice on the phone cackles a bit, "Thanks."
"Listen, I don't know what it's like, working for a monster. The things you've done... the things you've had done to you. Maybe this is your out. Cops haul you and your boys away. We clean up the mess in room 10 and you're.. free. Can you even imagine being free? Living a normal life? Do you even remember what that's like?"
Silence on the phone.
"Well," Carrie says, "Gotta go. It's up to you to decide. I think we have a decent firing position in mind. He's a good shot and I can't see him missing at this range. It's a nice 7.62 round, not some little 5.56 either. It will punch a nice big hole in it, and you. Sorry, You seem pretty level headed. I will feel bad having to kill you."
Another cackle, "Well, if it will make you feel bad... don't."
"That's up to you," Carrie said, and then hung up the phone.
"We need to do some laundry," Carrie said to Bobby,
"Oh, 5.56 or 7.62 laundry?"