"So, if I'm understanding correctly, your group was intending to wait for us, but then your intern, Annabelle-" Jean, the one with blueish hair, waved his hand to gesture to the girl whose arms were now all wrapped up in gauze to temporarily stop the bleeding.
"-rushed out to go track down the kidnapper on her own because they took her phone. And so, the rest of you ended up following suit."
"That's a pretty summarized version of how it went. Yes." Enzo responded, sitting beside the vampire.
He had crossed his legs as he leaned back in his seat, arms crossed as well as he wore a tired expression that was covered in bandages to cover the fresh cuts. He also had bandages on his arms, and his hands were all wrapped up.
The aid kit boxes all sat open on the beds of the motel room. Dimitri was in the middle of putting all the supplies away in their proper spots as they talked.
Neither of them are doctors with over two decades of experience like Leon, however, it's always good to know basic first aid.
After the whole incident of dealing with the kidnapper, who turned out to be a nightmare, there came the new objective of tracking down who created the nightmare, along with all the Pukwudgie imitations. First, Dove, Joon, and Vernon were tasked with searching the house for any possible living victims, now that the illusion was broken. After that, they reunited the sisters and escorted them home for the night to rest, promising to come back during appropriate hours to ask some questions now regarding any suspects who caused the whole mess.
Annabelle couldn't go with, or more- she was barred from going with until her arms fully healed.
It was still late by the time they left that house and came back into town, but technically morning. About four in the morning, as the illusion revealed they were two hours away somehow. Annabelle was still energetic somehow, meanwhile, Enzo was sitting tired. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes with two fingers.
"Sleep schedules are already a mess, dammit." He muttered to himself.
"Well, I believe exhaustion is already part of your job. No point in worrying about that anymore." Jean responded calmly, before looking over to the girl with her arms all wrapped up in gauze.
Instead of sitting in bed to rest, she was looking out the window and checking her phone every couple minutes. She was smiling as per usual, but also oddly silent.
"So, will the interns be taking care of the rest of the case? What with finding the human suspect." Dimitri asked, revealing his voice to be of a lower, almost raspy octave. And yet his words still came out just smoothly as Jean's.
"Che? Ah- no no." Enzo quickly responded, shaking his head.
He picked up the 'Captum' book on the table between him and Jean, opening it to the page of the most recently captured nightmare.
The drawing depicted the creature on his feet, mouth wide open in that wordless scream it kept letting out. Its whip was out and captured in motion through ink, the sickle being in the same hand as it was before the capture. Only the trousers were different. And the skin was colored in with grey, only blackness for the eyes which didn't even appear solid, but smokier, like they were about to dissipate from its skull.
"Whoever came up with this guy, I'm not sure if I want the kids near the creator. Especially with the whole thing about the house, and the Pukwudgie impersonators, and the bear traps..." He trailed off, muttering to himself.
"And what about the victims?"
"We're gonna give Chris another call. He'll help us deal with that. The good news is that most of the victims were people who were typically lonely or didn't have much presence in the town."
Jean stood up and patted him on the shoulder. He and Dimitri then began making their way out of the room.
"We'll be in another room down the hall if you need us then. See you in the morning- or- afternoon. Depending on when you wake up tomorrow." He said before opening the door to find Joon and Vernon who were just about to go in.
The two boys looked up in awe at the two vampires who brushed past them, waving goodnight before heading down to their room. They headed inside. Vernon was the first to speak.
"They seem different from Leon."
"Different how?" Joon asked as he went to take his shoes off.
"I'm not sure yet. My senses are just telling me that they aren't the same as Leon."
"That's probably because Leon is technically different from other vampires." Enzo said in a tired voice.
"Oh, that explains it. I just thought it was because Leon has a different vibe or something." Annabelle joined in, turning away from the window.
She began to leave the room next, looking at her phone after just sending a text to Dove.
"Well, we can probably think about that next time. I'm gonna go keep Dove company before anymore strangers try to bother her. Goodnight!" She waved and closed the door behind her.
Joon and Vernon went and got ready for bed, but Enzo didn't move from his seat, still looking at the newly captured creature in the book. He was frowning in thought.
"What's the matter?" Joon asked after unpacking his pajamas.
"Hm?"
"You're frowning."
Vernon was the first to enter the shower. The sound of running water made for a nice background sound.
"Just thinking. We captured one monster, but there were more. Based on Dove's report of the one who took Annabelle's phone and impersonated her, and the Pukwudgie imitations, the other nightmares have abilities to copy or shapeshift into other things. Not to mention, the house..." Enzo stared pensively and frowned more.
"Yeah. Someone created the nightmare and gave it that house as a base, right?"
"Yes, someone. Ah, I should sleep on this and discuss with Dove tomorrow. Nightmares can be created in many different ways, but I guess I'm worried since this nightmare and the others must have been deliberately created, and someone was helping them from the side."
"What makes you think that?"
"When a nightmare is captured," He holds up the book, still opened to the page on the guy. "Everything that came with them upon creation also goes into the book with them. Weapons, accomplices, and even the environment if it was created with or for the creature. But when we were making our way out of the woods, there were still bear traps all around the place."
Joon's eyes widened, a little irked and disturbed.
"So then, this town has like..."
"Someone who created the monsters and provided them with tools to capture victims."
The next day, they all got ready to investigate and find the creator.
In the girls' room, Dove was already up and was getting dressed ready to meet with Hillary and her sister to gather information and see how they're doing. It must've been ten am at the time.
Annabelle woke up not long after. No alarm or anything, just suddenly shot straight up from her bed, and turned to see Dove just about to do her hair. She was intrigued, because unlike Dove, Annabelle didn't have to worry about doing her hair, because she didn't bother to undo her long braid before going to bed. She just wound it up and put on a bonnet to bed. Due to her arms, she wouldn't be able to do much with her hands for a while, at least not without feeling some pain.
"Wow, you have very nice wavy hair!"
Dove hummed and looked behind her to see Annabelle getting up.
"Oh, thank you?"
The girl was in the middle of smoothing any tangles out of her hair as she tried to quietly move about the room. She had already changed into a different outfit, still sporting the black athletic shirt Annabelle let her borrow, now paired with pleated wide-leg pants.
Her shoes were already placed by the bed for her to pair with her outfit today.
Oxfords. New and recently bought, meant to be styled with business casual outfits.
If you're judging me for my clothing preferences and purchases, don't. Clothing is the one thing I can have full control over, and I have a stable income. I'll buy whatever expensive outfits I want.
"How come you always put your hair in a ponytail?" Annabelle asked as she began to change out of her pajamas into some regular clothes.
"Your waves are beautiful, but they're hard to notice when you put your hair up."
"A ponytail is efficient, keeps my hair out of my face when I need to work and it's the easiest hair style to do." She shrugged, putting her comb back into her bag and then removing her scrunchie from her wrist.
"Sure, efficient, but if you showed off your waves a bit more, a lot of people would want to stare and admire."
The half-human half-fae changed into some athletic shorts, a blank t-shirt, and began taking her bonnet off. Unlike Dove who seemed ready to go to a business casual meeting, Annabelle was ready to go hiking and actually look like a tourist.
"Especially with your hair color, many people would be mesmerized to see it. Not that there's anything wrong with blending in, but if you ever want to be easily noticed, just show it off."
"That's the last thing I want."
They both exited their room; Dove carried her briefcase as usual and Annabelle put her phone in the inner chest pocket of her light weather jacket, determined not to be so easily pickpocketed this time.
They met the boys who also just came out of their rooms, but quietly.
As soon as Joon saw the girls walking towards them, he made shushing signal with his hand.
"Enzo told us to wake him up early if his alarm doesn't work, but we thought he should sleep more." He whispered to them.
"Ooh! Did you already learn the code to his phone and sabotage his alarm?" Annabelle asked, intrigued.
They all began walking down the hall as Joon shook his head.
"Nope, I just kinda, muffled it with a pillow. He set his alarm to eight in the morning!" Joon whispered just a little louder as they got further away from the room.
"Did he really think he was gonna function right after just four hours?"
"Some people do. But they don't last long."
They left the inn and first went to Dove's car. She had wanted to check if anyone tampered with her car during the time they were out in the forest being lost. She was too tired to check last night.
"Anything?"
She looked around at the paint job, inspected the mirrors, checked the seats, the tires, popped open the hood and even the trunk. Joon hummed as he looked inside.
There were some things in her trunk that she never unpacked, extra clothes, shoes, a bunch of thick folders, and many sharp or blunt objects.
"You know I don't know why I didn't realize this sooner but, since this thing was built way before the 2000s, there's no safety latch in your trunk, right?"
"Right. If someone ever accidentally trapped themselves in the trunk, they wouldn't be able to get out."
"I bet it would be really good for interrogations! Keep them in there until they tell us everything!" Annabelle said.
"Not likely. Especially considering factors such as if it's breathable in the trunk, and the timing. You can die from the heat if locked in there during summer or freeze to death in winter." Vernon added.
So far, none of them found anything suspicious with the car, but before they could even hop into the seats, two voices from behind the group startled them.
"Now where do you children think you're going?"
"And unsupervised at that."
They all turned around to see the two vampires they met last night, standing tall and in the daylight. Joon was the most confused by this, tilting his head.
"Wait, you two are fine standing in the sun?" He blurted out.
Dove put a hand on his shoulder in concern and wary caution, but the two vampires only chuckled as they stepped closer.
"Yes. Unless the sunlight was bleeding through the stained-glass windows of a legitimately pure church, we can stand in the sun just fine." Jean said.
Joon opened his mouth to say something else, Dimitri gently cut him off.
"No, garlic does not repel us. It's more like an annoyance due to the strong smell."
The boy nodded and fell silent again. Jean looked at Annabelle and then to her bandaged arms. They covered up the entirety of her arms, and she was wearing the light weather jacket, not just for the pockets but also because the sleeves would hide the gauzes.
"Shouldn't you be resting, child?"
Annabelle huffed and attempted, to cross her arms, but then winced, hid her wincing behind her usual sharp smile, and opted to put her hands in her coat pockets and lean against the convertible.
"I am not staying bedridden just because of some flesh wounds."
"The cuts were nearly deep enough to sever a few tendons."
"And? I am not staying in bed all day. If I need to do something that requires arms or hands, I'll use my friends!"
The vampires just chuckled but still did not let the interns go off on their own, since interns still needed to be supervised.
"Which of would like to take a ride in a 1970s Chrysler?"
"You have a 1970s Chrysler?" Dove asked as she lit up, before clearing her throat and making her expression neutral again. But she never could hide the glow in her eyes.
When Dove explained the errands that they would be going on; needing to visit the girls from yesterday for a check-up and explore the town to find suspects, they decided to help them, as they had planned much earlier before learning the plans were disrupted.
Dimitri took Dove and Annabelle out to find the creators of the nightmare, while Jean took Joon and Vernon with him to visit the cabin in the woods. Unfortunately, only the boys got to ride in the Chrysler, but Dimitri did give Dove a break from driving, especially since she may have still been tired from last night.
Now that the illusion was no more, the forest wasn't as crowded as last night and much easier to find. The only odd thing was that there were significantly less bear traps, as if someone went out and picked them all up. They weren't thorough, for Jean and Vernon had still managed to find at least two.
"I was also made aware of an impersonator from last night?" Jean asked as they walked down a clearer path to the abandoned farmhouse.
"Annabelle took care of her, and Dove speculated on the way back that the Pukwudgie nightmares were just nightmares that copied and imitated whatever the creator wanted." Vernon responded.
He held his hand out to better sense for any possible traps still left on the grounds. Aside from that, he had also been looking around the entire walk, taking looks at all of the plant life, as if looking for something specific. he didn't bring his little plant pot of dirt with him. In his free hand instead was his phone.
"This is still new information to me." Joon began to point out as soon as they made their way to the farmhouse.
"But people can, not only unconsciously create nightmares, but also control them? How, does that work? I thought nightmares were like these things created to be a danger to their creators, but if they can be controlled, then, should we learn about that so we can teach others?"
"Unfortunately, it doesn't exactly work that way." Jean answered.
He put his hands in his pockets as they stood in front of the house.
You could see the broken wall and roof where the two vampires tore out chunks of the house to find them.
Last night, they had done a brisk search for any surviving victims but didn't have the time to be thorough. Now, during the daylight, they came to do a second search.
Despite the giant hole, Jean still chose to open the door for them to go inside in a civil manner, and they explored the house room to room. This time, the floorplan actually matched the photo on the computer screen from the laptop. Joon had taken a photo on his phone and compared it to their walkthrough during the daytime.
"Nightmares, as the name suggests, are born from fear. They are typically created unconsciously by normal people who cannot see them, but they can sense them through other senses. Sometimes the typical shiver up your spine, a chill or sound in the air, the shadow you spot from the corner of your eye or something you could've sworn you had just seen. The haunted people are a different story."
"Because they can actually see, hear, and touch the nightmares?" Joon responded.
They started in the living room, where there was old furniture, all torn up and with fabric in faded colors. Corpses were expected to be in those rooms, but it was decently cleaned.
There was a grandfather clock with broken glass, and half melted candles everywhere. The only pieces of furniture intact were the chairs and tables, maybe some shelves, mostly places where a candle could be placed.
"The haunted ones are the only people who can interact with the nightmares they created. In most cases, it is a curse."
Jean observed a hallway that led from the living room and went down to each of the bedrooms. Broken picture frames managed to stay on the wall through durable nails. The black and white photos were torn up and faded beyond recover, so if they ever wanted to return any photos to the respected surviving family members, they wouldn't be able.
Jean muttered under his breath about how rude it was for the perpetrator to make a mess of such a formerly nice house, before continuing his little lecture to the boys.
"In some cases, for those who are willing to be more open-minded or, open to potentially becoming mad, they can find ways to create nightmares of their own, and in a sense, control them. But it comes at a cost."
"Let me guess, human sacrifice?" Joon asked from one of the bedrooms.
As they were exploring the bedrooms, there were about five, and Jean decided it was safe enough to separate, for neither he nor Vernon senses anything haunted about the place. It was just a normal farmhouse now. One that was very abused.
The bedrooms were the only ones with doors, those doors had locks and there appeared to have been lots of bloody activity in each of them. But it was all dried up now, and there weren't any bodies leftover. There were clearly struggles and fights, but all the bodies were consumed. They entered the kitchen next. Dove had reported finding body parts such as a head in the sink, a cremated part in the oven, and to be wary of the pantry.
"Along with your humanity. While you may find it a good thing to learn about controlling nightmares, the price would be not only human sacrifice to sustain those little pets, but also your humanity, as you go more and more mad the longer you keep them until," Jean pauses as he walked around the kitchen.
This area had also been cleaned up, but when opening the door to the pantry was opened, Joon nearly gagged and Vernon covered his nose while wearing a pained expression.
"You eventually become one with the monsters you've created." Jean clicked his tongue and sighed, shaking his head. He backed away quickly before even the stench could stain his clothes.
Flies buzzed around, near and out of the pantry. Nests of maggots squirmed inside, with there being so many you could practically hear all the wriggling. Wriggling, crawling, and moving about in each of the holes and caved in spots from the piles of grinded flesh and meat on the shelves.
The suspect, when attempting to clean up all the evidence, didn't even touch the pantry. They didn't have enough time, and they couldn't possibly clean up that specific mess.
Jean shielded the boys away, gently pushing them out of the room. He turned back around to take a zoomed in photo, from a distance, and ordered the boys to avoid the kitchen as they inspected the rest of the house.
Back at the town, Dimitri and the girls went to every hardware and sporting goods store they could find. But none of them sold bear traps nor knew of anyone who would want to buy bear traps.
Not to mention, due to how dangerous bear traps are, normal retail stores wouldn't really sell them anyway. It's difficult for a regular civilian, even one with a hunting hobby and license, to find and purchase any modern bear traps. You have to find specialized retailers or companies whose businesses revolve around trapping equipment.
That made it more difficult to find any possible suspects, and the only things we had to go by were notes and photos with clues from Vernon.
Dimitri advised Dove to try thinking of some different questions to ask, such as wondering if anyone has been attempting to make their own bear traps. She tried that, but the cashiers and all the workers still said their variations of 'no'.
"Joon just sent me something new." She said as they all got back to the convertible after searching the last hardware store, and she heard the buzzing noise of her phone.
"He said to, look for a visibly crazy person who reeks of rotting flesh and possibly cannibalism." She read the text on the screen out loud in a nonchalant voice.
Dimitri's phone buzzed right after, and he looked at the screen in minor disgust after opening a photo sent from Jean.
Annabelle sneaked a peak at the photo. She hummed.
"Specifically, someone who has no clue what to do with corpses, or how to even cut them up. So, we just need a list of people who have no experience in dissecting corpses, but reeks of them!"
"Do you have any idea how little that narrows it down?" Dove asked Annabelle in a deadpanned tone.
"So many people don't know how to properly dissect cadavers, and I doubt our suspect would just walk around smelling like blood."
"Then perhaps it's not a person we should be looking for." Dimitri said as he jiggled the keys in his hands.
First, he took a pause and a breath, smelling the air, then waited for the girls to put on their seatbelts as they all got into the car, and he started the engine.
He gave them a small lesson as he began driving with a location in mind.
"Do you know the most common ways bodies are disposed of?" He asked while driving.
Annabelle answered from the back, counting on her fingers.
"Burning, tied to weights and thrown into the ocean or river, fed to the pigs, dissected and buried, hidden forever."
"Liquefied if the killer has the option."
Annabelle nearly stared holes through the back of Dove's head as soon as the girl said that. She wore a curious grin.
"How do you know that?"
Dove cleared her throat and looked away.
"It's a thing, it can happen."
"Right, awfully morbid but I've seen worse."
"Sorry." Dove said awkwardly.
He shrugged and continued driving.
"Well, it's good to be knowledgeable. The reason I asked is because I had a thought. If finding the likely suspects are difficult, seeing as we have nothing else to go on, then perhaps you should try searching for something else. Say," He paused, glancing to the right at Dove.
She felt his stare, and she stared back, until the gears turned in her head and she lifted her head up.
"The most likely place the suspect would visit."
"Such as?"
"A second place for them to dispose of bodies. Because we got rid of their nightmare pet, because they can't hide their crimes as easily since the house was discovered, they had to take all the corpses and cadavers from the house to somewhere else."
"Then we just need to find a place where one would hide or get rid of bodies? Not to drag us down, but this is a small town, there's practically nowhere to hide." Annabelle said from the back.
"There's the woods with a house that the locals didn't know about, even though it was guarded by strange magic. But even then, if the suspect is a local, they'll find ways. Believe me, I grew up in a small town." Dove argued as she took out her phone, pulling up a map of the area.
Dimitri drove them all the way over to the big lake, one of the main tourist attractions for the town. They got out the car and walked over to the docks, observing how big and wide the lake was.
"Well, what do we think? If needed, I can see if there are any local water spirits willing to search the lake for recent bodies." Dimitri asked.
Some people passing by, or some who came to enjoy the view, ended up wanting to take second glances at the tall man. He stood out not only due to his appearance but also his clothes, but he ignored the stares for he didn't mind and couldn't care. Everyone else was either dressed for fishing, long walks, little boat rides, or to swim. He looked as though he was going to head to the local bar for a date after first getting some fresh air.
Annabelle snickered at this, whilst noticing that some were also glancing at Dove, who could feel their stares and did mind.
"Is there something wrong with the way I'm dressed?" She whispered as she kneeled near the edge of the docks, looking at the water. She was good at pretending to ignore.
Annabelle looked her up and down, seeing how well her pleated pants looked with her new shoes, and the way her shirt was tucked in, giving her this air of professionalism that Annabelle knew Dove would always strive for.
"Nothing wrong! Just that you and Dimitri should probably have tried dressing more like you were ready for hiking."
Dimitri scoffed. Dove groaned and went away, using up her social energy to go and talk to some of the locals.
"I am not wearing modern hiking clothes." Dimitri told Annabelle.
"What's wrong with hiking clothes? Don't like looking like a happy park ranger?" Annabelle answered back with a grin that was growing mischievously. She squinted her eyes, her mind beginning to brew a funny idea.
"Oh please, for one thing, hikers at least dress better than today's park rangers. Park rangers back in the 1900s had more dignified outfits." He muttered back with a sneer.
"And second, Jean and I did not come here to hike."
"Well, then you don't have to dress like hikers, but you could've tried dressing like a tourist at least. You stand out a lot with your posh outfit." Annabelle responded.
He tilted his head down at her and crossed his arms.
"If you think this is posh, then please, when this case is over, allow me to show you a picture of Jean and my combined closet."
Dove came back to interrupt their banter, phone out after using the notes app and seeing some more text messages from Vernon and Joon.
"Good news, we don't need to stay long, because there's no way our suspect would have dumped a corpse, much less multiple, at this lake."
"Why is that? I haven't even accidentally pushed someone into the lake yet!" Annabelle exclaimed as she started following Dove and Dimitri back to the car.
She may have purposefully said it too loud because the other people near started moving away from them.
"This lake is a popular location, people come to this place all the time, meaning it's not a discreet place." She said as she put her seatbelt on.
"And even if they did choose to, they'd need time. Chop the bodies into pieces, at least small enough to fit into a small ice chest, then they'd at least need a boat to toss it into the middle of the lake, acting as if they dropped it in by accident, at least. Tossing it from the docks is too risky and garners attention, especially if they would need to do it multiple times to get rid of every piece, whether it be at night or during sundown. Like you said, a small town is difficult to hide in, so the kidnapper would have to be very discreet and patient. Do you remember what we saw inside the house?"
Dimitri moved the rearview mirror just a bit as he drove carefully, checking in on Annabelle as she pondered in the backseats. She sat in the middle, seatbelt on, legs crossed.
"A huge mess everywhere, every room showed evidence of a scuffle, but I mostly found lots of nightmares and killed them. Some of them would try to mimic my voice when I tried talking to them. I killed them quickly before they could. It was insulting."
"I saw lots of bodies." Dove put it plainly.
"Some I found in pieces in the kitchen, very sloppy, and then the others I found set up in what I assumed was the living room. Propped like dolls, just sitting everywhere."
"You never checked the pantry?" Dimitri asked.
She shook her head.
"I knew not to go there."
"Good. Jean opened it and found a mass of rotten flesh and meat."
"Alright. Then that confirms that the person we're looking for is sloppy and aimless. They don't know what they're doing if they just did whatever in that house."
"Hmm, oh! I just remembered!" Annabelle piped up.
She took out her phone and swiped the screen several times, searching for some notes she had written. Then she reached over and handed it to Dove, over her shoulder. The girl took the phone and looked at the screen.
"A conspiracy guy?" She read out.
"Yes! Yesterday when we were in town and exploring, we met a woman at a cafe who told us about this conspiracy guy who might have some answers. She didn't have much information on him since he's not a local, but rather he visits the town often. She did however tell us where he was staying for some reason. I was pretty skeptical at first, but since we have so little to go by, might as well try?"
The girl hummed in thought, Dimitri shrugged and asked her to tell him the location and possible address.
On the way, Dimitri received a call from Jean, so he pulled over right as they were nearing the road that would lead them to the rental cabins used for vacations, and he parked the car. He was thankfully very experienced with how to use the gear shift of a 1980s convertible; Dove didn't have to help him with it like she did when Bence drove.
"Hello my love. Good news and, awfully strange information. We found the basement to the house that Annabelle had reported about last night." Jean's voice said through the phone.
Dove was surprised to hear his words, especially when Dimitri put his phone on speaker without hesitation.
"What did you find inside the basement? Or is that part of the 'awfully strange information' that you found?" The man responded.
"More nightmares, in cages. At first, they looked like the Pukwudgies from indigenous folklore, but then they transformed, as if lost on what to shapeshift into. Joon guessed it was because they were not being put to use, and we watched them transform into other people. One of them was Annabelle. But that's not the strangest observation we found here."
"What could possibly be stranger than someone attempting to impersonate me?" Annabelle said to the phone.
Dimitri had to yank her back away from it like a mother holding back a kitten. He held the phone in the middle of the car so it was easier for all three to hear.
"There are multiple tables, one is filled with photos of all sorts of people. A few of them are of Annabelle, but from angles that indicate discretion. Others are of folks who smiled or posed willingly for the camera. Another table is covered with drawings and sketches of the Pukwudgie creatures."
"Do you see any rustic bear traps? Or any clues of the person who must frequent that basement?" Dove leaned over to ask.
"Aside from the candles that could have been bought from a store in town, there is another table that seems to be used as part of a shrine. There are multiple photos pinned to a board, all of the same man but from different angles. One headshot sits in the middle, surrounded by flowers. It is covered in lipstick kiss marks as well, one candle on either side, love letters left on the table and never sent, do you get the idea?"
Dove squinted in thought, and soon her eyes lit up.
"That actually helps us a lot. So, the suspect is not only sloppy and aimless, but they are a well-known photographer, they have access to a large number of bear traps, and they have a major crush on a guy that borders on obsession. But now the questions are who and why... unless..."
She then looked up suddenly, now speaking to the vampire sitting beside her.
"Drive to the conspiracy guy's house now. We need to meet him quickly. Please."
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