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The Attack

Ken Finlayson sat at home. Speaking to his dad on the phone, Ken looked at some old newspapers from the 19th century while the television played.

"Alright, dad, so these things are pretty much the same as the giant bat-like creatures that attacked you and your friends during the war. What did you call them again?"

"Cave demons, Ken." Replied Mr. Finlayson. "They were winged humanoids, about five feet tall with eerie feminine features."

"Did they look like mom at all?"

"How should I know? I went blind before I met your mother!"

Ken gave a chuckle. "Right. Now carrying on… Were you with Sanderson in the Cameroon when he and his hunting party were attacked by giant bat-like creatures?"

"Sanderson was in the Cameroon in 1932!" Mr. Finlayson had been born in 1942, making Ken and his older brother Pierre the products of a May-December romance. "And why should that be any different from what happened to me and my war buddies? Sightings of arcane, being-sized bats have been reported in all corners of the earth."

"And all of them are described as having black fur and monkey-like faces?"

"Oh, yes… They are called many things. The people in Brazil call them 'Bat People.' The Mayans worshipped Camazotz and if what you said was true about the Death Raptor having been a Phoenician god then no doubt Camazotz must be the father of this race of monsters!"

"The Mayan god?" asked Ken.

"The same!" answered Mr. Finlayson. "I remember being in Java and hearing the cries of a bat creatures the Javanese called the 'Athol.' To my thinking it might be an alpha! And then there are the ones in Vietnam… They call them 'Night Flyers' but 'Cave Demons' is a thousand times more accurate a term since it was from caves they came and they very much looked like demons."

"Any other sightings of cave demons during your days of the war?"

"Ken, throughout history soldiers have reported anomalous meetings with alien pinioned animals."

"You think these things are extraterrestrial?"

"Not the kind of alien I meant." Mr. Finlayson sighed. "They might be like the Harpies, the winged female death spirits of Greek mythology."

"Wait a minute!" exclaimed Ken. "If Camazotz is the father of this race then who is the mother? Please don't tell me you believe it to be the Vibria!"

"It is possible. The Vibria could have given birth to these monstrosities before Count Jofre el Pilos destroyed it. Why do you ask?"

"Because these things were in Norrisville in the nineteenth century!" Ken's attention was then turned to the television. Heidi was on it there was a microphone in her hand.

"The Administration is now digging into what appears to be an attack at a local gas station. Security footage shows what appear to be a customer being attacked by some sort of… We don't know what. This is rather scary." As soon as Heidi stopped talking and the footage was shown, Ken dashed out of the house. He then came back in and told his dad he'd talk to him later, hung up the phone and grabbed his tomahawk.

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"Stop the report!" yelled Ken as he arrived on the scene. All present immediately stopped and stared at him. Heidi was the first, Debbie Kang the second and everyone else soon followed. Walking in front of the camera, Ken spoke. "People of Norrisville, do not be alarmed! The attacker is nothing more but a vampire." The statement only caused an outrage of criticism. In what way was that nothing to be worried about?

"Another piece of ingenious advice from the Loon of Leeville!" commented Debbie. She was just so harsh a critic that Ken had to banish the thought of throwing his tomahawk at her.

Loon? He was no loon.

Taking a deep breath, Ken turned and faced Debbie. "You have the gall to call me a loon? You've got some immortal hero in a place where people turn into monsters at random. Is a vampire really so hard for you to believe in?" Ken made a good point but a vampire sounded so generic in Norrisville that it just as well seemed impossible. "Alright, just show the footage again… on something else… I will need to actually prove that this thing is a vampire." Good thinking on his part. When most of a populace believed one to be insane one had to prove he was not. He wasn't, although some did believe him to be, he was really one hundred percent sane. "Actually, hold on the footage. It is time for a little history lesson."