Chief Darryl Mason looked at the file. They had nothing. Not a lick of evidence, forensic or otherwise, no leads, no witnesses. CSI had gone over the scenes with a fine toothed comb and only managed to pull out a large shoe collection from Diana's closet. In all honesty, the three girls whose pictures stared up at him should have woken up in the morning and gone downstairs to eat breakfast two days before, but they didn't. It didn't make any sense. It was as if they had simply vanished into thin air. Darryl wondered whether anyone other than himself would have just given up already. He'd personally interviewed, interrogated, and politely asked every single person in the entire 6 block neibourhood. He had inquired in the buisness district, at the high school, and 3 kilometers into the country on all sides of the town. Nothing. Nothing except being coerced into buying a farm kitten from the first farm he'd visited. The case seemed to have gone cold before it had even begun. It was an embarrassment. It seemed to Darryl that he was either going crazy or somthing otherworldly was going on. Neither should have been possible. He simply couldn't fathom it. He set down his coffee cup and looked over his list of contacts for the case. Maybe he could talk to Raine's parents again. Then again, maybe Mei's sister was the right way to go. One thing was for certain, Darryl's case was already colder than the undead.
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Blood on Their Fangs
VampirRaine, Mei and Diana are missing persons. The funny thing is, they dissapeared from their beds late at night with no sign of a struggle. From all the Police could figure out, they had become the very air they moved through on their search. But becom...
