Steve lifts his head as the sun's morning rays begin to warm his neck and back. He had searched the yard but had found nothing unordinary. Looking towards a giant oak in the backyard, he sees a comfortable shade under the tree and walks over to it. Plopping down as the sun shines brighter, he wipes perspiration from his forehead with a blue handkerchief from his back pocket. Rolling over, so as to replace the handkerchief, he spots a few deeply imprinted shoe marks.3 He reaches out his hand to compare. The prints are smaller than his hand, that of a child. The prints are joined just a little ways off by bare feet, feet belonging to a woman. The tracks continue for a few more feet, face each other, then simply vanish. After searching the whole area surrounding the prints, Steve gets into his car wearily to drive back to the police station. The sun shifts behind clouds and throws into shadow the trees lining the hills in front of Mount Trespass. Rumor had it an old man lived in a house on the very top of the peak, but no one could get up there; or so it is told.
After eating supper and stealing a not-so-short nap, Steve arrives at the police station. The moon is out and the stars are twinkling coldly. All the lights are off in the building and the keys are in the lock.
"Odd," Steve comments to himself quietly. Opening the door he cautiously walks to the back office to replace the folder he had used that day and added the new information to. The office door has been flung open, stuck against the doorstop. Soft sounds come from the room; a woman's moan filled with pleasure. Suddenly, a thud as that of a fallen body is heard in the office. Steve stands quiet, unsure how to exit this unexpected spectacle, again, hears a low moan. A shrieking, blood-curdling scream emits from the throat of a woman. Running into the room Steve flips on the light switch. In shock, he stares at the woman dressed in tight black jeans with a thin strip of cloth covering her petite upper body.4 The pallid body of the lieutenant lies stricken on the floor in a crooked, awkward position not unlike a stuffed animal tossed to the floor. Steve stands where he is when the woman charges ferociously at him. He bats her away with his arms, blocking her attack. She bites into his right forearm, digging in with her fingernails and long, sharp fangs. Steve screams and jumps back, opening the doorway. The woman charges past him, heading for the front door. He chases her, watches her as she sprints down the driveway. He jumps into his car and roars it to life. He turns the car lights onto the woman. She turns to him, snarls with a wide mouth, fangs protruding out and eyes dilated and wide. She jumps, transforms into a small black bat and flies towards Mount Trespass. Open-mouthed, Steve stares, stunned into shock.
"I think we're dealing with something much bigger here," he states awed. Steve turns off his car, walks back into the building, and picks up the phone. He dials 9-1-1 to report the situation at the police station, explaining his part in the happenings of the night and describing the woman but not the transformation.
