Chapter 1. First encounter
You know a few years ago, if someone had told me I'd be hunting monsters for a living, I would have thought that person would have been bat-shit insane. Of course that all changed real fast in October. Of all things, of all nights it just had to be on Halloween. Now I like the holiday, candy's good, kids are happy going trick-or-treating, and there are some really good horror movies on T.V. Now that being said, I'm kinda freaked out by Jason Voorhees, however that is a different story. Now on this particular night, I was closing up my department at my local grocery store. A Wegmans in Syracuse New York, when I get paged over the store's PA.
"Alex to the back room. Alex Morrison to the back room please." The voice said over the PA.
I rolled my eyes, and growled in irritation. Just what I needed. It was 8:30 pm, and I was already behind in closing up my part of the store. But I was just a low level employee, so there wasn't really much I could do, so I made my way through the Produce cooler, into the loading docks, and walked through a small archway into the back room. And I could see why I got called back too. There was a mountain of cardboard boxes stacked up around the cardboard bailer.
"Great. That means the damn thing's fucked up … Again." I growled clearly irritated. However since I was still a low level employee, there wasn't much I could do.
Fortunately, someone had been nice enough to load all the boxes onto several green carts, so I hauled them off to the other side of the store two carts at a time. Of course since I didn't feel like putting these boxes in the other bailer, I decided to leave them there, and let someone from the night shift deal with them.
I had just gotten back to where the mountains of boxes were, when I became aware that something was behind me. I turned around, and standing a few feet away was … Well he was something else alright. His head was tilted slightly to his right, his eyes were slightly widened, giving him this slightly crazy look. The guy's hair, face, and the front of his shirt looked to be covered in fake blood. But the kicker, was the smile. It gave him this deranged 'I'm about to fuck your shit up' look.
"Woah man. Nice costume, but there isn't a party here." I said to the guy, and his smile only got wider.
"Well there is about to be." He said almost giddily, as he showed his teeth with his wide smile, revealing two elongated incisors.
Thats when I got it. What his costume was. At least back then I thought it was a costume. He was a vampire. And then things got crazy when he leapt at me. The guy tackled me through one of the carts, sending boxes everywhere and knocking the wind out of me slightly. I'll give the guy this, he was strong. He tried to make a break for my neck, but I brought my foot up into his crotch. The nut groaned in pain, and I pushed him off, and pushed him off hard. Now I'm a decently sized guy. 6'0, slightly decent build although I am a little out of shape. But I was still strong enough to send the crazy nut job off of me, and into the corner of the cardboard bailer with a resounding clang!
"Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you!?" I screamed at the guy as he got up. Although, he didn't look like hitting the back of his head on the bailer had hurt him at all. In fact he looked pissed off.
He leaped at me again, but I lashed out with my left leg and kicked him in the chest. But he caught my leg. I had never even seen him move his arms to grab my leg. And then incredible pain shot up my leg, as he brought one of his arms down snapping my leg. I screamed and dropped to the ground, trying to back away from my attacker and look for anything I could defend myself with.
"Nothing is wrong with me." He said happily as he slowly made his way forward. "I am a god."
"God!?" I screamed in incredulity and pain, as I continued to back away from him. "I don't know what drug you're on, but you're no god. You're fucking insane!"
He looked down at me, and snarled. "That's no way to talk to a god!"
My fingers closed around something as he voiced his objections, and swung whatever it was at this fucker's head. What I was rewarded with, was the look of shock on his face when the axe I had swung at his head impacted with his left temple. Don't ask what an axe was doing in the back room of a grocery store, because I had no idea what it was doing there either. Of course, the thought that I had won was dashed, and I was shocked and horrified when his look of shock turned into a look of pure anger. He reached up, and snapped the axe. Although the blade was still stuck in his head. He snarled as he picked me up by the throat with inhuman, and held me up in the air.
"I'll show you what happens when you defy God!" He snarled at me, but I still had the haft of the axe in my hand. I gripped it as hard as I could, and stabbed him in the chest. Hell this guy wanted to dress and act like a Vampire, then he was gonna get the whole treatment. Stake through the heart and everything.
The third big surprise of that night, was that when I did that, the flesh around the wound began to smoulder, and my attacker dropped me to the ground only to began writing in pain. I couldn't believe it though. Usually when someone gets stabbed in the chest, they die instantly. The wounds don't start to smoke.
"Fuck me." I said, from a crumpled heap on the ground. As my broken leg had buckled the second I had hit the floor. "You aren't just fucking around. You're an actual Vampire."
Now it was my turn to go from shocked to anger. I was attacked at my job, on Halloween, by an actual Vampire, who wanted to make me his next snack. It then dawned on me at the same time, that all that red stuff on his head and shirt, was actual blood. He had killed and fed on other innocent people. That infuriated me, and I decided that wasn't gonna happen to anyone anymore. Not by this fucker's hand. Fueled by adrenaline, and anger, I used my good leg, and pushed the makeshift sake further into the Vampire's chest. That not caused him even greater pain, but it sent him over the safety rail of the store's trash compacter.
"And there's also something else you are." I snarled, gritting my teeth and fighting through the pain of my broken leg. "You're dead!" I growled and pressed the start button to the compactor.
For the second time that night, I felt as if something was behind me. However, as I wasn't in a very good position to move, I took a look over my shoulder and scoffed. Standing behind me with their weapons drawn, were at least half a dozen cops. Of course I couldn't hear what they were saying to me, as my eyes had rolled into the back of my skull, and I blacked out.