Vampire Family

Chapter 5: Vampire Lessons

Fifteen minutes later, we pull into the driveway of the CIA Chicago Office, two armed guards stood at attention at the gate, mustering twelve gauge shotguns in their hands. Tom drove up beside the gate control pedestal, tapped his key card as the big heavy steel gate started rolling sideways.

We drove on through as the gap was wide enough for us to pass, the guard giving us a nod of his head. Tom parked the cruiser in a designated parking spot, as we got out in the underground car park. As I opened the cruisers door and stepped out, I wash of dizziness comes over me and I stumble leaning against the car.
"Jake, are you alright?" Tom asks me as he rounds the car. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little light headedness. But I will be alright." I reply.
He had a worried look on his face. "Are you sure?" he asks. I nod, "I'll be fine, I feel better now." As I lean off the car and start walking towards the elevator.
He doesn't want to let it go, but he stops. "Alright, if you're okay, you're okay."
To tell the truth, I lied, I still feel light headed and a bit sick, I have no idea why. But as we near the elevator, about to swipe my ID card, the elevator doors open, revealing a woman in a business suit, her badge and gun in plain sight, it was Agent Lindsey.

As she stepped off the elevator and strode pass us, giving I and Tom a smile and a nod, my eyes drift to her neck. For some reason, out of pure instinct I was drawn to her neck, wanting to sink my fangs into her neck and quench my thirst... for... blood. Oh shit, that's it! Goddamn it, my vampire powers are kicking in sooner than I had thought, I'm hungry for blood, I need it to replenish my energy levels.
I watch as Agent Lindsey heads to her car, my enhanced eye sight watching her neck, C'mon Jake, snap out of it! You can't do that here, not in the CIA. I thought.
I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, "Jake, are you sure you're alright?" Tom asks me again.

I feel a bit of frustration kick in as we walk onto the elevator, "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's get to our offices and show me what you have found out." I say as I press the button for the third floor a bit too hard, not remembering my super human strength beginning to accumulate throughout my entire body, as the button gets pushed in, literally, as sparks fly out and hiss.
Tom looks at me in awe. "Shit man, I had no idea you were THAT strong. Damn. Sure enough you were top of the class at the academy, but damn." He says baffled.
I look at my hand, as if to admire it seeing what I had done. "I didn't mean to do that, I pressed it lightly." I say.
"Don't worry about it Jake, the button was probably broken anyway, you know how many times they get used every day."
"Point taken." I say.
Tom scans his ID card for more authorization, as the elevator doors close to head to the third floor.
Tom gets onto his iPhone, dials a number and waits for an answer. "Yeah, this is Agent Matheson; we need maintenance for elevator four, one of the floor switches is broken." He then hangs up.
The elevator stops with a chime, as we hit the third floor, the doors part and the office is pretty busy at this time of night, but quiet.

I follow Tom as we head to his office, he opens the door, we walk in and I close it behind me.
He sits down in his office chair, fires up his computer and stars typing away at the keyboard with a few commands.
"So, what have you found out?" I ask taking off my suit jacket, and hanging it on the back of the chair.
"Well, I had tech analyse that email you got sent, I ran it through our database, traced the IP address and..." after his fingers danced on the keyboard "...bingo we have an address where the email was sent from."
I lean in closer to get a good look at the computer screen, "Perfect, it's what we need. I wonder this has any connection to on what's happening with me."
"What do you mean?" asks Tom. "Well do you think it's odd, that I get that 'vampire' email asking for my help, coincidently the same time all this stuff starts happening to me, think about it."

He ponders over it. "You do have a point there, this is all connecting together." I narrow my eyes at the address. "4134 S Karlov Avenue lets head there now. But we need some backup."
"We don't need back up, we're the CIA. We can do this by ourselves." He says.
"I'm not taking any chances; I know exactly who we should call for backup." Tom narrows his eyes and gives a grin, he knew exactly who I was talking about, our long-term best friend who works for the Chicago PD, his name is Sergeant Drew Donavan.
I take the hand set off of Tom's office phone and place it to my ear, punch in Donovan's desk number for the PD.
After three dial tones, someone answers, oh! won't he be happy to hear me. "Sergeant Donavan speaking, Chicago PD, how can I help you?"
"Donavan, good to hear you, again man." I say in a kind of way as if I were stoned. "Jake? This better be good if you're calling a direct line from the CIA to the Chicago PD."
"Oh, yeah it's good. Are you in?"
"Before I say yes, as I'm always inclined to do, what is this for? I want to know."
"Well, I and Tom ran a little investigation of our own, as a email made its way through all the advanced security that the CIA spends billions on to my inbox, we have traced the IP address to a house in a residential neighbourhood, we thought the email was a hoax, turns out it isn't, someone is asking for my help, we're gonna pay this sender a little visit, so wondering if you would like to tag along as backup?"