You can bite me

You can bite me part 49

"Wait we have to find the murderer or murders first," I said.

"I can have the twins move all your things while we work," Lillian said.

"Are you sure they wouldn't mind?" I asked.

"I know that they'd jump at a chance to handle your weapons collection," she answered.

"The only thing they shouldn't handle is the explosives," I said.

"Maybe you ought to be here," Lillian said.

"That's a good call," I said with a chuckle.

In dark abandoned old warehouse, behind a large locked metal door was a laboratory of sorts. There were cages of small animals and glass aquariums, not filled with water, but large live spiders that make their nest in the tanks.

In the corner was a dirty cot with a blanket that had blood stains on it. Next to that was an old refrigerator that held what looked like packages of meat in meat wrapping paper.

The counter tops were full of all types of old glassware, whose age seemed to go back to over two hundred years. Layers of dust had settled on all of it.

Over in a dark spot of the laboratory, hung three large spider egg sacks. Each were the size of a basketball and were special to their mother. Once she was human, once she was a well known sciencetist, but after years of being a vampire and having a unnatural desire to have children took a mental toll on her.

It was always her children that came first, even if it took muders to feed these vampire-spider hybrid children. Ashley had long lost her moral compass of what was right and what was wrong. She would cry when she passed a mirror and see the long spider legs that had replaced her once beautiful hair.

None of that mattered now, to her except her unborn children.

I had one of my large wooden shipping container that was six feet by six feet with a single door, placed in the alleyway, where a victim was mudered. Lillian had obtained a bag of O-type blood from the hospital. We went to work to set the trap.

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