Let Me In: Lines of Blood
Part one.
By
Col. Blair
Hi everyone! This is my fan fiction for the 2010 horror film Let Me In. The original book was written by John Ajvide Lindvquist. Enjoy. Reviews and corrections are welcome!
(1/22/11) Corrections have been made.
(5/26/2011) Corrections have been made.
The year was 1983. Phoenix, AZ.
Detective Troy Johnson of the Phoenix Police Department had been on the force since he was 25 years old. He had wanted to be a cop since he was a child, and had graduated with top honors from the Academy. On his way to work when he got a radio call about a homicide at a woman's house which was located in Paradise Alley. He pulled up to the house and got out of his car and started to look around the area. One of the detectives, Ellen Sanchez, signaled Det. Johnson and he walked toward her. "What do we have here?" asked Johnson.
" The perpetrator chopped off her head and drained her blood. Similar to the Allen case, Vicks case, the Cameron case," replied Sanchez.
"Who's the victim?"
"Emily Sanders; a hairstylist."
"This has been the tenth ritual decapitation this month!"
"Yep."
"Any witnesses?"
"Everyone here was a sleep."
"Exactly like the last several victims we had."
"Of course."
It was getting stranger by the minute and with these strange murders, there was no leads. When he entered the house with Sanchez, it was the same thing with the last cases. The orientation of the blood on the floor in the bedroom looked as if a container was placed there next to the bed. There was no sign of a struggle either. Everything in the house seemed to be untouched.
"Who reported this?" asked Johnson.
"Evan Smith; the mailman."
"Where is he?"
"He's over by the squad car next to the telephone pole."
Det. Johnson and Det. Sanchez walk over to Evan Smith who was looking around the street. He was thin dark haired guy with glasses. He was a bit shook up of what he had seen.
"You Evan Smith?" asked Johnson
"Yeah, I'm Evan Smith."
"I'm Detective Johnson and this.." points to his right "…is Detective Sanchez."
"Aside of delivering the mail, how did you know the victim?" asked Sanchez.
"I would come back after my shift and visit her. I also get my haircut here."
"How did you know that she was dead?"
"I noticed the blinds were closed and the blinds are usually open when I put in the mail in the mailbox and when I show up for my haircut. Today was supposed to be the day I get my haircut and it seemed like something was wrong. If she left in her car to go somewhere, she would have closed the blinds. She's also told this to me. One of the blinds was slightly opened in the bedroom and I noticed that there was a large pool of blood."
"Okay, you're free to go, we will contact you if we have any more questions."
It really upset both Detectives Johnson and Sanchez had no leads at all. But their years of police training would never prepare themselves for what is to come.
A few hours later on the other side of the city, Owen arrived at the train station with his girlfriend Abby inside her trunk. Owen is a 12 year old boy who was bullied at the junior high school at Los Alamos and lived with his religious mother who was getting a divorce. His girlfriend Abby was a 12 year old girl who had lived for 220 years as a vampire. They met at the courtyard at his apartment complex where he shared his Rubik's cube with her. He found out that she was a vampire when he cut his thumb with his pen knife wanting to make a pact with her at the basement.
The idea to go to Phoenix was Owen's due to the fact that his aunt Susan, whom he was close to, was living there. He hadn't seen her in a year or two because she and Owen's mom had a falling out over his mom's divorce. Susan lived in Scottsdale and she owned her own auto repair store with her friend Victor, whom she has known since junior high school. She was the tomboy of the family. She enjoyed riding motorcycles, playing football with her friends, and fixing cars.
Even though he was in Phoenix, it was getting late. He wantd to rest up and figure out what he was going to tell his Aunt Susan when he arrived there. He called for a cab to take him to the nearest hotel. The cab driver wasn't the type of guy who liked to engage in small talk. He was more focused on getting his customers to their destinations. Once Owen arrived at the hotel, he knocked at the trunk informing that Abby can come out. The hotel wasn't that bad, but it wasn't the best. The room they paid for had cracked walls and the ceiling had a few brown spots here and there which may have indicated water damage. The motel owners did manage to do their best to get it cleaned, but with lack of visitors, it was hard to keep it nice and cozy. As Abby opened the trunk, she planted a kiss on Owen's cheek. This made him blush and also surprised.
"Sorry about the room Abby, but it was the best I can do for right now," said Owen.
"That's fine dear," Abby replied as she jumped backwards on the bed.
Owen blushed and then said, "We'll see Aunt Susan tomorrow night that way, well in my mind, have you invited in a lot easier."
"No problem, dear. Do you know what you are going to say to her though?"
"Not a clue. I figured early evening I will give her a call."
"I'm curious, what is she like?"
"She's my mother's older sister. She's the rebellious one in the family."
"How so?"
Owen chuckled and replied, "She wasn't into all that girly and religious stuff that mother was. She would go out and work on motorcycles and cars. She never wore a dress at all; she would wear suits if there was a formal party."
"Wow! She sounds pretty interesting."
"Oh, yeah, she even got me wanting to work on cars and motorcycles."
"Neat!"
"What about you?" Owen sits on the bed. " Any other things besides puzzles that you were into?"
"Music such as Kiss, Rush, Pink Floyd, Frank Sinatra, Bach, and Beethoven; Film wise, Star Wars, Blade Runner, and Enter the Dragon."
"I never seen Blade Runner or Enter the Dragon. I have seen Star Wars though. I didn't get a chance to see Empire Strikes Back though, I heard it's pretty good."
"Oh, it's very good."
"Have you seen Indiana Jones?"
"Oh yeah, I like the scene where Marion is in one of those baskets and she's shouting for Indy and he can't find her." Both Abby and Owen giggled.
"My favorite part is where the swordsman is welding that sword around and BOOM! Indy shoots him dead!" Now Owen and Abby were in downright laughter. Even when they tried to say something, they couldn't stop laughing.
Eric Baxter was on his way home from work which was a walking distance in the downtown area. He worked to pay the tuition for the University of Arizona located in Tucson. As a kid, he often watch films of the 1930s to the 1980s. He dreamed of being a director for TV commercials and maybe one day do his own films as well.
While walking down the alley to his own apartment, he heard a voice call out behind him. "Excuse me sir?" asked the preteen girl.
Eric then turned around and noticed the young brunette girl standing by the door of the building. She looked about around twelve to fourteen years old and seemed pretty upset.
"What's wrong?"
"My mother needs a ride to the hospital, she's very sick."
"What floor is she on?"
"Follow me, I'll show you."
"Ok."
Eric, being the generous person that he is, decided to follow the girl to the third floor of the apartment building. The girl then opens the door to the apartment and allows Eric to enter. Once he got inside, he had felt a hard slam to the backside of the head. He suddenly fell down to the ground unconscious.
