Saturday, January 7, 2017

(79) Trevor Wallace – Dhampir

"OK, details." I stare at the man who asked for my help. I haven't seen him in ages. He's older now. Tired looking. And afraid—if looks don't lie.

"I figured it out about a week ago. I'm not nosy, well not usually." He chuckles softly. "Well okay, sometimes, when I see something off kilter. This man moved in down the street about a month ago. About your height, thin, sort of the businessman type if you know what I mean—well-cut suits, expensive haircut, manicured nails."

"Have you talked to him?"

"Yep. A couple of days after he got settled in. I was taking my nightly walk and he was out in his front yard. So I said hello and he said hello and I welcomed him to the neighborhood and we chatted a bit about nothing much. You know, the usual stuff two people just meeting talk about—weather and such."

"All right. What tipped you off he was a Vampyre?"

"Nothing at first. He seemed nice enough. We ran into each other a couple of times after that and he was friendly and all. Then, last week, I had to make a trip into town. Ran out of my meds, and like a fool I didn't do anything about it until it was time to take them again." He shakes his head. "Short term memory loss, I swear. Anyway, there I am parking by the pharmacy. It's like almost nine and I'm rushing to get in before it closes, and I see him. I figure I'll catch him when I get out to see if he needs a ride home. He told me he doesn't own a car, just uses cabs."

I nod. I can see it coming.

"So I finish up and come out and look for him. He's nowhere in sight so I'm figuring he's already gotten a cab and go back to my car. Then I see something out of the corner of my eye. Just a flash of movement in the alley behind the stores. So I'm nosy now. Not sure why. Some second sense maybe because of knowing about them I suppose. I creep over to the corner of the pharmacy and peek around, and there he is with one of the kids who work at the fast-food joint at the other end of the block. It's pretty obvious to me what he's doing."

"He didn't kill him I take it."

"Naw. Just does that thing I think where they make them forget. Then he walks away. Luckily going in the other direction from where I am. I was going to go see if the kid was all right but he took off too, going back to his job. He was a bit pale, or looked it under the alley lights, but seemed fine."