The smoke hung heavy in the air in the small seaside watering hole. Open on one side with a smashing view of tropical waters, a long teak bar adorned with brightly colored lights dominated the room. Patrons in varied stages of inebriation dotted the place, the thumping music from a jukebox muting what litter chatter there was. There were high top tables near the open doors and at one of these sat a stranger.
He was tall and muscular, with a shock of bright blonde hair, closely cropped to an angular face. Piercing azure blue eyes matching the tropical waves scanned the bar. He had a face one would call handsome in a bronzed outdoors type of way. His hands were roughened and strong as he picked up his beer, sipping slowly.
Before him on the table lay an open newspaper with one shocking headline. "Monster!! Dracula Lives!!" It proclaimed. Again his eyes dropped to the paper. If this were true, there was work to be done, and quickly. Grim faced he reached into his leather bomber jacket and pulled out a cell phone. Tapping numbers in quickly he waited a moment and said, "I need to meet you tonight. We may have a real one down here and the sooner we get to him the better."
The voice on the other end murmured agreements and he disconnected. Seeing the waitress he pulled a twenty from his pocket and placed it on the table with a black business card. "Sweetie, I need you to leave this card for a friend of mine" He said to her, rumbling bass baritone making the young woman blush and smile at him.
She took the card from him and glanced down. One word with a number beneath in blood red on the onyx card met her eyes. Slade. That was all. Her eyes flitted to him but he was already up and heading out of the bar into the bright, humid day. "Sir how will I know who to look for?" She asked.
He turned to her, a lopsided grin on his lips. "Oh, you'll know, trust me. She'll be here soon enough and believe you me you'll want to be sure to give her that card." With that cryptic message he moved outside with purpose and was gone into the day.
One thing Slade knew, he thought as he headed to the cheap tourist trap motel he'd rented a room from, the monster was more real then they could imagine, and he and his team were the only ones to save humanity from him......
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Twisted
Mystery / ThrillerThe moonlight touched upon the house of glass and mirror, glinting off the reflective surfaces. Standing on the upper balcony, facing the waves crashing down the beach stood a woman. Pale platinum blonde hair swung freely about her delicate face...
