Terrebonne Terror

Prologue

Sam lay in her bed, eyes squeezed shut wishing the alarm wasn't going off. She rolled over in her cream colored cotton sheets and turned off her alarm. The blue numbers on her clock read 7:15am. Sam groaned as she threw her covers off and pushed the thick black ringlets from her face. She sat on the edge of her King sized bed and looked down at the dark blue carpet beneath her feet.

   With a sigh she stood and went towards the dark cherry wood dresser. She pulled a black lace bra and matching panties. She walked to the white door on the other side of the dresser and turned on the light. She stepped into the cool white linoleum and looked in the mirror. Her black ringlets were a tangled mess from sleep, her caramel colored skin smooth and perfect. Her almond brown eyes looked back at her. She sat her bra and panties on the counter. Her long fingers gripped the bottom of her one size too big tshirt and lifted it over her head.

   Sam ran a hand over the scar on her full breast. It was a constant reminder of what is really out there. Not that everyone didn't already know. She frowned looking at the scar before she slid her red cotton panties down. She tossed her dirty clothes in the black plastic hamper by the door.

   She looked over to the large garden tub and turned on the hot water. Sam put the plug in and dumped some lavender bubble bath into the slowly filling tub. Half asleep she crawled into the tub and sunk down to the bottom. She turned off the water about an inch from the top of the tub and leaned her head back. Her mind wandered back to the scar on the top of her breast. The memory of that night was all too fresh. 

   Sam looked at the ornate building before her. A large stone building that was almost castle like. The iron fence in front of the building was done with the Spanish influence that is often found in the area. She walked passed the fence, her gun loaded with wooden bullets. With a deep breath she put her leather gloved hand on the brass doorknob of the front door. She opened the door and checked to see that her credentials were still in place.

   As a paranormal officer she had to have her credentials for every job the state sent her on. She took another deep breath and walked through the front door. Sam stepped lightly into the foyer. The house was well taken care of and beautifully decorated. In the foyer there were expert paintings of the area hanging on the wall. She slipped into the room on her left quiet as a mouse.

   The room she found herself in was a kitchen with white marble floors. The cabinets had all been recently redone in a light cherry wood. The appliances were all new and shiny black. The counters were bare of any fruit and bread. 

"Vampires." Sam whispered as she walked through the white walled room. She stopped at an arched doorway and peaked around. The coast was clear. Sam eased into the room and found a dining room.

  

 The table in the center of the room looked as if it had seen the days of slavery, an antique for sure. The floor beneath her boot covered feet, a hard wood. The wax and polish filled her nose. This vampire kept a good house. She crept to the next arched doorway and found a large open room with a very dark blue carpet encompassing the floor. Sam crept through what amounted to a living room. The room had a leather couch and loveseat, as well as a pair of leather chairs. The television on the wall encompassed the majority of the wall. 

   Sam edged to the hallway and found a hall full of closed doors. The very dark blue carpet continued down the hallway. Sam knew which door was his. She crept down to the very last door on the left and stopped. Her breath shook as she extended her hand towards the doorknob of the room. 

   A shrill ring pulled her quickly from her memory. She jumped out of her tub and ran for the phone. "Hello. This is Samantha Benoit." She said slightly out of breath. "Officer Benoit? Of the state government's paranormal law enforcement?" A female voice said, she sounded kinda nervous. "Yes. You have the correct number. What can I do for you?" Sam asked as she walked back to the bathroom.