The Devil's Harvest part 2

Chapter two

Deaq flew out of his chair at the sound of his partner's scream and drew his gun.

"What! What's the matter!" He shouted as he pointed his gun around the room looking for an intruder. The guard at the door also ran into the room his gun drawn.

Van had sat up in bed his body drenched in sweat, his heart pounding.

"Wow, that was some dream."

"That was a dream? Damn Van you scared about ten years off of my life." He looked over at the guard. "It's okay."

The guard nodded and left.

"Sorry." Van looked at Deaq. "Hey, why the gun?...Look Deaq, I want to know what's going on."

"Can't this wait till Billie's here?"

"Deaq, I'm not a kid. I don't need my mommy here to hold my hand. Just tell me what's going on."

"Well, what do you remember?"

"I remember we were looking for some jerk running around butchering people…. And I remember we had separated and I was in an alley and all of a sudden Jason showed up…that's about it. Next thing I remember I woke up here."

Deaq wasn't sure how much to tell him. Actually he wasn't even sure how to explain what had happened. How Van had been ripped open by that man and had died in front of him on a table surrounded by witches. Or how some strange white dog seemed to breathe life back into him and heal his wounds. Yeah, how was he going to explain that to his partner he wondered? He decided to give him an edited version.

"Well…" Deaq started. "You were drugged and captured by a cult. They were going to sacrifice you and …well, we saved you." Deaq knew that wasn't exactly true. They hadn't saved him. He had been killed and that dog had somehow brought him back to life. He knew that sounded insane but that is what he and the officers at the scene had witnessed.

"That's it?"

"Pretty much so."

"Why can't I remember any of it?"

"Like I said, you were drugged."

"But you'd think I would remember something."

"They were powerful drugs Van. Just be thankful you're alive and it's all behind us." Deaq prayed that was right. That what had happened was indeed behind them and that the coven had broken up or moved on to another city.

"So what happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did you bust this guy? Were they the ones that were involved in the murders?"

"We're pretty sure they're connected to the murders but ….no, we didn't get all of them."

"So that's why there is a guard outside my room. You think they'll come back to finish the job."

"The guard is only there for precaution, nothing more."

"Deaq, why did they choose me?"

"Jason was involved. I guess he has a beef with you or something, and he set you up."

"Oh."

"That's it 'Oh'?" Deaq was surprised Van didn't ask a million questions. Maybe he's just tired he thought.

"For now." Van gave a little smile then settled back down on the bed.

"You said you had a dream, what was it about?"

Van laughed.

"Just some wild dream about this…this vampire or something attacking me. He ripped me open and then he and his friends starting eating my guts while I was still alive. Pretty weird huh? Must be an after affect of the drugs I guess."

"Yeah, must be." Deaq couldn't believe how close Van was to the truth. He looked at the clock on the wall, it was three AM. Somewhere he remembered that three AM was the witching hour. He immediately felt a sudden chill and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He had to hold it together. They were safe in a hospital four stories up with a guard sitting outside their door. There was nothing to worry about. He looked back down at Van who now had his eyes shut in an attempt to fall back to sleep and decided to try and get some sleep too. But as he turned toward his cot his eyes were drawn to the window. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open in horror. Peering in the window at him were four red eyes.

TBC