Excerpt from 'When Vamps Bite'
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My fingers are like icicles. I cut my hands and blow into them. The rustling of crinkled leaves has been glancing around my right hand, automatically siding to my waist toward my gun. The cemetery is unnaturally still. The owl is no longer here. The quiet, deafening. After tapping their graves, I shift around the nearby tree, using it as cover. A flash of blurred darkness was his by too fast to be clearly visible. What in the world is that? My grief pushed aside For now, I crouched down, slipping over to hide behind one of the taller gravestones. The clouds have yet to move away from. My eyes have long since adjusted to the lack of Starlight. It doesn't matter. I can't make out the object. Make that a figure. It's a person. It has to be. It's too large to be anything else and its upright. So it's not an animal. Whoever it is, he or she is not bothering to come out into the open. My goon radar is going off. My gun's in my hand. Yes, I'm off duty, but a cop is never completely off duty. Who is there? I call out in a soft but forceful voice. My words echo slightly, adding to the eeriness of the night. I'm not frightened. Not yet. The person stills, shadows draping him. I assume it's a he. He's tall and muscular, built like an ox. He must be wearing all black, because I can hardly see him come into the light. I coax lowering my gun but not putting it away. Please, a man ignores me. But then something crazy happens. The man just disappears. He's gone. Is there one second? I blink and he's nowhere to be seen. Confused, skeptical now a little scared. After all. I dart forward a few paces and twist around, Gun raised, refusing to have the drop put on me. I tried to see all around me for where he could have hidden, but he's nowhere. He really has disappeared. A not forms of my stomach. Now one easy. I put my gun away, my eyes sting and I blink several times. Maybe it's just my unsaid tears, making me see things that aren't really there. Depressed. I go back to the stones, guess my parents names and leave the cemetery behind. Unfortunately, that sense of unease lingers all the way back to the bar.