My Darling, Alpha

and the clock strikes 12

An auburn curl blows near my mouth as I stood at the edge of a corporate building's roof. The wind was blowing leaves all over the place and I took a deep breath as though it would be my last. The bright afternoon sky stared back at me as it looked over downtown Toronto.

A bright flash of light passed over me and I felt the wind whoosh past me as I fell into endless darkness. Tingles spread through my arm but all I felt was emptiness surrounding me.

My feet landed on solid ground, yet I am still surrounded by blackness. Flashes of dead bodies, symbols and numbers start to pop up around me as though I was surrounded by projector screens. I turn around trying to catch everything that was happening. 21 ... 30 ... 60. The last number popped up several times in different forms. Triangles, lines and various curves appeared surrounding the numbers. I couldn't recognize anything. The flashing images started to make my vision blur and my head spin.

I woke up with a gasp in sweaty clothes. I immediately started to fiddle with the books and papers on my nightstand as I needed to find my journal. Finally, a brown leather journal peaked out from under the stack of books and I grabbed it. Flicking on the old lamp beside me, I started to scribble down anything I remembered from my dream.

Over the next 3 months, this dream reoccurred multiple times and the page in my journal started to become more detailed. But I think I might be the only supernatural hunter with weird ass dreams that can't be deciphered.

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"Vampire bite marks. Blood loss. Missing people. Sounds like a vampire feast to me." Grim, my best friend and partner in crime, flipped the young woman's body to expose her back. The orange ray of the evening sun reflected on his black Ray Bans.

"And another number. 12. Great. I think my dream is coming to life. I am so done with numbers." I shook my head in disbelief before letting out a humorless laugh.

"12 deaths in a month. All in the same way and with assigned numbers. It doesn't make sense. Why drain the human's blood and leave the dead body out for people to see? Wouldn't vampires want less attention?"

I picked the blood samples Grim had collected from the body for DNA testing and made my way to our faded black SUV.

Grim majored in Biochemistry during university and we never thought it would come in handy in our hunting lives. He somehow found a way to detect what supernatural being we were dealing with through their DNA. This made it easier to understand what in hell was going on with the series of deaths we were facing.

He followed behind while shoving his pistol back into his waistband. "Maybe they are trying to get the attention of someone else. Not humans. I mean the police haven't pieced anything together which means this message clearly isn't for us. But then again, when has our police ever gotten something on time?" He said with a nonchalant tone.

Slamming the blood sample case closed and throwing it in the trunk, I hopped into the driver's seat and motioned Grim to hurry up. Grim made sure the coast was clear before joining me in the car.

I flicked on the radio and Blackbear's Dirty Laundry started to play. Starting the engine, I started to reverse out of the alley way.

"Whatever it is, we have to stop it. People can't keep dying. If it continues, we'll all be dead by tomorrow and the supernatural won't have any humans to munch on." I said while adjusting my grip on the wheel and rolling my eyes.

"Well there isn't much that we can do other than kill the vampires responsible. But this doesn't seem like a one-man job. Or should I say a one vamp job?" Grim threw his head back and let out a laugh. "Ah, I should be a comedian." His dark blue hair was pushed back by his hand through instinct.