Erin threw her bags into the trunk of the car and slammed the door the shut. While she packed, she listened to the recordings that Dees had left behind. There weren't many, just a few of him documenting his findings and the interviews he did with the few people who were friends of the victims. They still held an interest in them. Such as the dirt that was under the plane that was festered in maggots and worms. And how Dwight seemed to be able to compell his victims to having an infactuation with him to make killing them easier...or maybe less horrible. One of the things she noticed was that Richard Dees had mentioned that durring his investigation, he recieved a few warnings. He had thought it was just a prank the first go around, but after his "drink" situation, he took it more seriously. Seemed as if Dwight had caught on that he was being followed by the star reporter, and even went to the trouble of telling him to stray away. Of course, Richard Dees could never do that. She wondered if the same thing would happen to her, or if he would even bother and just kill her. Secretly, she hoped he would send her warnings, at least she would know he really was real and was still out there. Getting into the car, she put her key into the ignition, she took a deep breath before putting the car into drive. It was a long 4 hour drive to the "Piss ant" town.
Erin pulled into view of the small airport, and put her car into park. She didn't have the luxury of a private plane like Dees did, so traveling wasn't so quick. It was late in the afternoon, and the sun was begining to create the illusion of purple and pink in the sky. Getting out of her car and grabbing her bag and camera, she headed towards the small building. Pushing open the door, she saw a man in his late 40's sitting at the desk, doing paperwork. He looked up at the sound of the door opening, and after seeing Erin, gave her a small smile. "Well hello there young lady, what business does a pretty little thing like you have around here?", he asked giving a slightly perverted smile. Erin shifted uncomfortably, "Hi, names Erin Neely, I'm a reporter and was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment?". He raised a brow at her, "A reporter eh? You must be here because of Bill, shit you aren't the first...what business do you report for?", he asked curiously. She hesitated at first, but finally said "Inside view". "Hmmmmmmm...that sleezy mag, huh? Gotta say, surprised to see a woman like you working for such trash", he said eyeing her down lustfully. She held in her laugh, this guy looked like the definition of trash." Uh..yea, I promise not to waste too much of your time. I just would like to learn more about what happened, if you don't mind that is", Erin said, getting impatient with the petty small talk. "I guess it wouldn't hurt, why don't ya have a seat", he said motioning his hand towards the chair on the other side of his desk, "Can't say I can tell you much since I wasn't here though". She quickly took her seat, and dug through here bag to pull out the recorder. She had decided that there was no better tribute than to use the recorder that was used for the same case. "I'm sorry", she said, "I don't believe I ever caught your name". "Dale Thortan, honey bear", the man replied, a toothy grin appearing on his face. "Alright Dale", Erin said, turning the recorder on, "Now just tell me about what happened from your point of view. "It all started the day before he was killed off, I was here in the office, doing paperwork like I usually always am doing at this time of day. Bill was working air traffic that night. He usually alternates with mechanic work and air traffic control with another guy here. As I was finishing up my work, I got up to stretch my legs a bit, so I decided to go out and talk to Bill. As I headed that way, I noticed that we had a new visitor coming down. I couldn't tell you any small details, but I know one thing for sure, it was one of those Skymaster's...black as night. As the plane came to a hault though, I noticed something even more strange.", Dale paused, a puzzled look on his face. "What did you notice?", she asked, dying from curiosity. "Well, when he got out of the plane...he was dressed like damn Dracula or something...he was wearing a cape of some sort. Dressed like he was boutta go trick or treatin or somethin. He was walking towards the air traffic buliding, which isn't unusual. Most pilots go and talk to them before coming into the main buliding. From their, they usually either do what they need to do and leave, or call a cab into town. So I waited around for a while, to make sure the man was helped. After about 30 minutes or so, Bill came in the office alone. I had asked him if our guest had left and he had informed me that he had helped the man out himself. Told me the mans name was Dwight Renfield and that he had just flown in for the night. Said the man would be leaving the next night after he got some rest. But I will tell ya, Bill was acting kind of strange...as if he had just met the love of his life...can't explain it...just the look in his eye...it was very strange.". Erin raised a brow, was this compulsion again? It was just like the story the hairstylist from Dees's recording had told. Dale then continued, " Well...then Bill told me he had to give some papers to the pilot, so he grabbed them and turned to leave. I followed him to the door and watched him walk out, that was when I finally saw a much clearer view of the man..handsome man I guess you could say". This caught Erin's attention, someone living had actually seen what the guy looked like? "What did he look like?", she asked anxiously. "Dark wavy hair...kinda long for a mans hair, little longer than shoulder length I suppose. Green eyes...I think..not nearly as beautiful as yours though", he said winking at her. Erin rolled her eyes, "Anything else?". "Uh...long nose...now come to think of it, he had a sad aura to him..like he was under the weather. And his clothes under his cape, well he dressed all fancy. He was wearing black dress pants, a white button up with a black fitted vest." Dale said. "Anyways, the man took the paperwork, gave Bill a dashing smile and after a moment of them talking, they began to walk somewhere else together. It was the end of my shift, so I headed home. The next day I showed up and didn't see Bill, but that wasn't unusual, I normally don't see him till close to the end of my shift. Come to the time of day it was the day before, I had finished up my work early, so I went to go talk to Bill. I couldn't find him anywhere, and that was when I saw that Skymaster. I then noticed a small figure by it...I then realized it was Bill. As I got closer I noticed him putting fuel in the plane and polishing up things on the plane. Mind you, that isn't Bill's job..and I have never seen him do that before just to be nice, so it was odd. As I approached him, I asked "So Bill, who sucked you off and convinced you to do all this?", Bill and I usually always joked like that, but this time he just plain flat out ignored me. After repeating his name twice, he finally slowly glanced at me and said "just helpin out a friend and doing my part". So I told him, "you must really like this guy...he leavin tonight still? Or is he stayin for a night cap?". To that, he just blankly stared at me and said "He leaves tonight" and then he gave a small smile and said "But he said he will stop to say goodbye". After that, I turned and left. The next day, come to work, I find him...a bloody ass mess and two holes on the sides of his neck. Fucker killed my friend.", Dale finally stopped and took a long breath. "Well...I'm sorry about your friend. Did you find anything else strange?", Erin asked. "Besides the huge holes in my friends neck? Ha, nah. Just my friend and that fucker was long gone", he replied angrily. "I see", Erin shortly replied, turning off her recorder and putting it in her bag. Pulling her camera up, she said " Thank you for your time, Dale.". She then without warning, took his picture and then put her camera around her neck and stood up. "No problem, baby. You ever need anything and I mean anything, you come to daddy.", he said patting his lap. Ignoring him, she quickly left the building.
After getting keys to a room at a hotel, Erin went in and sat all her things down on the table by the door. She went to the bathroom and started the water for a hot bath. She was exhausted and ready for sleep to take her over. As she stripped off her clothes and got into the bath, the relaxing temperature let her mind wander. Dwight Renfield...she was closer to him than she thought. She hadn't expected to find out the information she had today, and she was thrilled to find out that this was the work of the vampire like killer. Hopefully, she would be able to stay on his tracks. After about 20 minutes, she finally dragged herself out of the tub. Ready to let sleep take over her, she walked out into room. She stopped in her tracks. Something didn't feel right..like someone had tampered with her things or like someone was in the room. After searching the room and finding nothing, she relaxed and played off the feelings as being paranoid. As she sat on the edge of the bed, something caught her eye. It was a small peice of folded up paper that had not been there before. She froze for a moment before slowly reaching over and picking it up. As she unfolded it, written in read were the words "STOP NOW OR TAKE THE FATE OF DEES"