Soft sunlight rays float in the window to shine upon the young man. Reaching out, to brush the sleep from his eyes, he flicks on the radio beside his bed. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stands and, slumping, walks over to his closet, selecting the necessary clothes needed for that day's adventures. Picking out heavy-duty black, jean pants, he also adds a bulletproof vest under a tight, dark gray tee-shirt. He walks out of the room following his normal morning rituals and eventually leaves the house when the sun has fully risen.
Arriving at the police station in only fifteen minutes, he walks out of the car easily and stiffly strides into his work place. A loud commotion reaches his ears before he can even close the door behind him. Several policemen are holding a small, skinny figure of a wasted man whom is lashing about wildly, with dilated eyes.
"Vampires!" he screams, abandoning all reason and attempting to free himself from the policemen's hard grips. "No! Don't go out there without necessity! Don't face them without protection! You'll never survive!" The man's face, red from exertion, is shiny with sweat. "I can show you what to take!" he screams.
The policemen drag him towards the door, "Come on sir" one man says, "Be good and don't hurt yourself." Steve hesitates a moment longer before walking over to the policemen.
"Leave him, I wish to speak with him," Steve stares at the man as the policemen let him get stiffly and the man falls to the floor like a sack of potatoes, a child throwing a tantrum.
"What do you want?" he asks skeptically eyeing Steve up and down warily.
"I want you to tell me what you were talking about," he replies calmly. "What were you saying about vampires?"
"Well, you've figured out what she is haven't you?" The man states this dully as if everyone in the world had at one point in time met this "she." Steve shakes his head, a confused look on his face. "Well, you must have seen what she's done then... She took the boy." The man grins as realization comes to Steve's face. "Remember? Three years ago, a young woman disappeared? The neighbors were complaining about a horrid screaming so your men hurried there! Do you remember what they found?" the man's crystal blue eyes twinkle protectively at Steve, his excited whispers smooth as soft bells.
"Yes," Steve says swallowing hard. "We found the woman's fiancé."
The man smiles. "And was there anything particularly interesting about the man?" a knowing gaze shows on the man's features.
Steve staring at the floor suddenly, with a blank expression on his face, shifts his gaze back to the man's smiling visage. "The woman!" he cries as full recognition dawns on his face. "But how, why..." Steve is cut off as the man's soft voice cuts in.
"He took her as his bride, he did. And now they've got the boy. So they've got one big happy family. But who knows how much bigger it will get before someone outs the trio?" The man's smile fades from his face as his information is played out. Steve opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again, rethinking his questions.
"How do I find him? And if I do, how do I destroy these things?"
"You can say the word you know," the man scoffs too jovial considering the situation. "They're only vampires, not demons, though they might as well be the next step up. If you come with me to my car in the parking lot I'll give you your supplies and your instructions and where you'll be going precisely." Steve follows the man as he gets up from his dissonant spot on the floor and walks out to an old version of a broken-down station wagon that looks to run on pure will force. Taking out a small key ring servicing three keys, the man selects the middle key and inserts it into the keyhole on the trunk of his car. The trunk pops open with a loud klink. Several unusual boxes lay in the trunk. The man slides one towards him popping the cardboard flaps back. Reaching his hand in, he pulls out a strand of garlic.
"This keeps the vampires away. Put some in your pockets, some around your necks, better yet, eat some," he says casually popping half of a small bulb into his mouth. Steve grimaces with a horrified look and holds the garlic away from himself warily.
Out of the same box the man reveals a small flask. "This is Holy water. Keep it safe. A vampire cannot come into contact with this."
Opening a second box the man pulls out a large sheet and begins unfolding it. A flash shows in the morning sun; a long knife. "To fully kill a vampire you must take out its heart and separate the head from the body." The man hands Steve the knife.
Finally the man opens the third box handing Steve a black backpack for easy storage of the items. Steve hastily shoves the garlic, flask and the knife into the pack.
A map flops open. "Here's where you must go; Mount Trespass. You must get there by air. It is inaccessible by ground."
"Have you ever seen it?" Steve asks cautiously.
"Well... no, but trust me, it's there. Many have tried to get there, none have lived. I tried to find the blue prints to the mansion but they don't seem to exist. The mansion must have been built quite a while before any settlement arrived here."
"Thank you," Steve says warmly to the man before heading over to his corvette.
"Wait," the man suddenly commands. "Don't let them catch you at night either." He throws a flashlight to Steve.
"Thanks" Steve says again with a little wave before popping into his car. Flipping open his cell phone, Steve watches the man drive away in a thick smoke cloud of exhaust. Steve opens his address book and finds a number. A dial tone, then odd sounding beeps are audible as he places the phone to his right ear.
"Yeah, what do you want?" a mundane voice answers.
"Hey Tornado, I need a lift."
"Hey sure Steve, anything I can do for you. When do you need it?"
"Well, now T is you can spare a pilot."
"Uh, hang on a minute." The phone clanks down and girlish laughter erupts in the background. "Shh!" Tornado hisses as he picks up the phone again.
"If you give me ten minutes I'll have you set to go. Drew is here. She can pilot you. That is, if you're up to it babe... yeah, ok. She'll fly for you."
"Uh, thanks T. I'll be over. See ya in a few." Steve clicks off his phone, throwing it onto the passenger seat, then proceeds to cross his eyes, making a puking face and gagging. "Yeah, ten minutes, I'll give you fifteen."
