Death of the Vampire
Leeland slammed his phone on the table, and folded his arms across his chest, pouting like an insolent child. He quickly shuffled the contents of the drawer in front of him, and breathed a sigh of relief as he found a perfectly rolled joint. He put it against his lips, lit it, and inhaled deeply. As he exhaled, he began to calm down. He knew, and hated, the fact that he behaved this way every time he spoke to his mother. However, knowing was just half the battle. He had never been able to sum up enough courage to react any differently.
This was was why he hit the road, as soon as he turned eighteen. He got a job, at the local newspaper, when he was sixteen. He saved every single penny he made, until he was eighteen, and then bought an R.V, and an old truck. He lived in the R.V., in the parking lot of the newspaper's printing center, until he finished college.
Half way through university, he submitted an article to an editor he became friendly with. Apparently, he had a natural talent for writing and photography. This surprised him because according to mommy dearest, he was a grade A fuck-up, not even worth the air he breathed. Once he finished school, his editor friend hooked him up with a couple of more newspapers, and even a magazine, and he became a highly sought after freelance writer. Over the years, he had been offered many full time positions, but he had the traveling bug bad, and he could not stand to be in on place very long.
Suddenly he shook his head, and came back to reality. He had been staring off into space for so long, the joint had gone out. He pounded his fist on the table, knocking over stray cups, and a full ashtray "shit, Fuck, damn it all to hell!" He screamed raking his hands through his curly red hair.
He looked around his small home, and realized he had a lot of work to do. If he had to go home, this place needed to be spotless. It will be one less thing for his mother to throw in his face. He wished that he could be as callous, and uncaring to her, as she was to him. He really did try. When she just called, and told him she hurt her back, and she didn't feel safe because two of her friends had been murdered. He meant to tell her, that Karma was a bitch, and hang up the phone. However, when he opened his mouth, the only words that fell out were, "yes ma'am I can be there in two days."
He was so disgusted, and disappointed with himself, that he couldn't even stand it. He picked up the fifth of Wild Turkey, off the floor, which had become victim of his temper tantrum, and took a long, soothing swallow. He set the bottle down and re-lit his joint. This is going to be a long night, he thought, as he opened his laptop, to see if there was any truth to these murders that had his mother so frightened. The sooner he got to the bottom of this, the sooner he could go on with his life, and leave his mother in the past, where she belonged.
Connecting the Dots
Leeland Sat up straight. He could not help, but become interested in the story that was unfolding in front of him. He had a naturally inquisitive nature, and these were no ordinary murders. He was surprised that this was not a huge headline, but then he realized that the murders had happened in different counties. The police departments had not yet connected the dots, but his mother had. This headline was a gift from the news gods. This caliber of story, was not something that just fell in your lap. Yet, thanks to his mother, that was exactly what just happened. He shook his head, and chuckled thinking At least she is finally good for something, other than tearing me apart.
He took another long swig of his whiskey, and looked at the papers in front of him. He had written down the facts on each case, and could not believe that they had not been connected yet. He knew he had to get down there sooner than he had originally thought, or someone else would figure out the connection, and he would miss his chance.
As he started cleaning things up, so he could leave that night, the details of both cases were screaming in his head, each victim fighting for attention. Both of these ladies had died from a gas leak, which in itself is not a big deal. Unfortunately due to human or product error, this is something that happens. When he first read the brief articles about each death in the newspaper, he thought it was a little strange they both died of gas poisoning, but it was possible. He figured his mom may have been over reacting.
Luckily, he had contacts in both police stations, and called in a favor. He quickly learned that these deaths were more than they appeared.The strange thing is, under description of the body, each victim had a swastika tattooed on the stomach, where the womb was. They each also had two fresh holes in there neck.. The holes appeared to be made by a meat fork. Both police departments, were on the verge of ruling the deaths accidental. They did note the tattoos, but there was no way to know if they were put there intentionally, or not.
Leeland decided not to tell them what he knew. He wanted to get to the area, and continue his research. If he told them about the connection, he would lose his edge. He would give them the information, once his story was written. He smiled to himself. When he woke up this morning, he had no idea that by the end of the day, he would be tracking a serial killer.
- Death of the Vampire - Two
Part of a story based on a literary figure. It is about what could have been had she chosen to act out her rage, instead of pushing it in. I will not name her until I know for sure it is okay.
© 2018 Lisa Chronister