"I'm terribly sorry for you loss."

The man who stood at the door wore dark slacks, with a white buttoned-up shirt. His blonde hair was tossed over his young face. The man wasn't any older than twenty-three, but he could pass for much younger. I nodded, watching as he stood nervously, constantly moving his fingers. He didn't look like he belonged here.

"Can I help you?" I asked, irritated. The man nodded, clearing his throat. "My apologies. I'm here to discuss with you what you saw on the evening that…." His voice trailed off. Rolling my eyes, I mumbled under my breath. Great. More people to talk to. Didn't these people have enough the last time? A man can't grieve by himself. I'd never asked to be alone more than I had right now.

Opening my office door, I slumped back inside. The man followed, closing the door behind him. I folded my arms across my chest, leaning against my desk. "What do you want?" I asked. The man stiffened, quickly gathering up the information in his mind. His hands fumbled through his bag to find something. I lit a cigarette, watching him stumble around. Who is this guy anyway?

The man finally found what he was looking for, pushing it towards me. I skimmed over it, chuckling. The paper was information about everything I'd already known. "I already know this shit," I mumbled. The man shook his head, pointing to the last line. I furrowed my eyebrows, sighing deeply. Just as I thought.

"I'm here, on behalf of my company, to help find the person who killed them for you."

"You ain't interested in helping me. It's for your business."

"It's for the entire human race, Mr. DeWitt."

I narrowed my eyes, shoving the paper in his face. These monsters needed to be stopped, but I didn't give a damn. All I wanted was peace and quiet to forget everything. I'd had ten years to get over it, and here they were, bringing it up again. The only reason I agreed to it was so I could find it. I could find the creature and kill it myself. I wasn't interested in helping save anyone else. What did anyone else do for me?

Sighing, I looked up at the man who was flinching nervously again. It was obvious that it wasn't me he was scared of. But he was still nervous about every little thing. I moved an inch and he'd move away even more than that. Chuckling, I put out the cigarette. "Is that the only reason you came?" I asked. The man nodded, clearing his throat.

"I will be back to ask you further questions, but I came to make sure you would want to work with us."

I thought for a moment. The man looked like he was afraid of me saying no. Either way, I wasn't going to do this for anyone but myself. Whatever that thing was that I saw ten years ago, it was still there somewhere. Whatever I had to do to make her pay, I would. Sighing deeply, I pushed off the desk.

"Okay. I'll help."

The man forced a smile, holding out his hand. "Thank you! All we need is your cooperation, and we'll let you in on any information you need!" He said, excitedly. I nodded, slowly shaking his hand. He cleared his throat, standing up straight. The sudden change in his demeanor didn't surprise me. He was obviously afraid he'd have to take back bad news.

"Thank you. I'll be back for further information."

He turned towards the door. I watched him leave, raising an eyebrow. The man turned around before leaving, with a small smile. "I'm sorry again! You're a very lucky man to be alive!" He said as he shut the door. I chuckled, rolling my eyes. A very lucky man, huh? I don't feel so damn lucky. If anything, I'm an unlucky man.

If there's one word that describes me best, that's the word.

Unlucky.

Cash opened the door to the records room, peaking inside before he opened the door wider. He motioned me forward, picking up stray papers from the floor. "Excuse the mess. We've had some… neglect on our cleaning," Cash mumbled. I nodded, closing the door. The room was small and had no lighting. Cash lit a candle, sighing and pulling out papers everywhere.

I raised an eyebrow. The man fumbled around, looking for something. Just moments ago, his boss was telling him to show me some things on the other creatures they knew about. And even before that, I was asked to be a guinea pig. Because you just look like the type to be used as a lab rat.

Rolling my eyes, I leaned against the wall, watching Cash sputter around for something. When he found it, he sighed, throwing it onto the dusty desk. "How much is this room used?" I asked. Cash looked at me, shrugging his shoulders. "This isn't my department. Like I said... cleaning isn't the best." He examined the paper, smiling to himself.

"This is the rest of the vampires that we know about. We put them into categories based on strength and sightings."

I nodded, taking the papers from his hands. Each paper had a blurred picture of whatever it was. None of them were perfect, except for one. I raised an eyebrow, looking up at Cash. He looked at me, chuckling to himself. "That one is special. He's been spotted all over. His favorite victims are young females around the ages of eighteen to twenty three," He said. I nodded, looking through the rest.

"The only one we have the most information on is your girl."

"Any specific reason for that?"

Cash shrugged, leaning against the desk. He sighed, grabbing at more papers that were scattered across the single desk in the small room. "My boss believes she'd take the bait easy," He mumbled. I shrugged, handing him back the papers. None of them were interesting, except for the man Cash spoke of before. Every other thing didn't have much information on anything other than their victims.

Cash sighed, running a hand through his hair. I rolled my eyes. Cash could easily be mistaken for a girl by his stature and innocent face. Looking at him made me sick. Especially, the way he leaned against the desk and clicked his tongue. "What?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows. I shook my head, walking towards the door.

"Is any of this shit important?"

"You need to know everything about these creatures before we throw you back into the world."

Rolling my eyes again, I folded my arms across my chest. "Well, can we at least hurry up?" Cash sighed, nodding his head. He motioned for me to follow, and then opened the door again. Light flooded in, and Cash stepped in front and groaned from the sudden flash of light. "Sorry again," He mumbled, shutting the door and locking it, "Follow me."

He walked down the long hallway, and I followed close behind. The further back we went, the darker the walls turned. Part of their office was underground, and the musky air filtered through the stone walls. I sighed, looking at the back of Cash's blonde head. He stopped at the end of the hall, letting out a long sigh.

"Turn around," He said. I raised an eyebrow. Sighing again, he forced a small frown. "Please? This is for workers' eyes only." I chuckled, nodding and turning my head. A few seconds later, after loud creaking, a door appeared. Cash motioned forward again, clearing his throat. "This is where we keep the weapons in case a job like this is… necessary," He said. Pulling the door closed, he flipped on some lights, and chuckled a bit.

"Please, ignore the strange looking objects."

These people sure are prepared.

I raised an eyebrow, looking at the tables that had different weapons scattered around them. Cash smirked, picking up a crossbow. "This one is my favorite," He said, "It's only got twelve arrows, all made out of specific wood. It's a more accurate way of steaking a vampire." I chuckled, shaking my head. Like Cash looked like the kind of man to use something like that.

He set the crossbow down, reaching into a bowl that had several silver bullets. Whenever he handled the weapons, there was a gleam in his eye. Either he got excitement over weapons or he just enjoyed his job. You sure know that feelin', don't you? Rolling my eyes, I ground my teeth. If only they could help me get rid of this god damn voice.

"These bullets are the only kind that can be used against vampires."

"And why's that?"

Cash turned to me, chuckling a bit. "You'll think its ridiculous," He said. I raised an eyebrow, shrugging. "I already think this entire thing is shit." He shrugged in return. Smirking slightly, he inspected the bullet closely. "Bullets like this have a… priest bless it… or something like that," He mumbled. I raised an eyebrow and laughed.

"You're right. That is ridiculous."

Cash shrugged, seeming to believe more than he led on. He set the bullet down, grabbing the gun off the table. "This is the gun that we use. It's a standard pistol, but the bullets do the job. But it only works if they're shot in the heart. Goes for basically everything here," He explained. Well, that was obvious. That's the fastest way to kill a human! This is all ridiculous. Do you really believe this shit?

I shrugged, crossing my arms. Cash set all the other weapons to the side, sighing under his breath. Rubbing his tired eyes, he pulled down two bottles from the shelf, handing them to me. I raised an eyebrow. He laughed, leaning against the table.

"The hell is this?"

"Holy water."

Chuckling again, I handed them back. This was all ridiculous! If vampires were really this powerful, then how could something this simple kill them? All this blessing and holy bullshit was wasting time. I just wanted to find that damn woman and be done with these people. I agree completely. Oh great, the voice agrees with me.

Cash chuckled, seeing the look on my face. "I'm sorry if this is all… odd. I'm only here to tell you about what our findings suggest. We've read on these creatures, but it doesn't seem like there's enough information yet. This is all we know. We're just trying to protect you as well as we can," He said with a smile. I shrugged, sighing in frustration.

"I don't need protection."

"It's my boss' orders. He wants you to be the bait for her, so I need to do whatever he asks. If that means giving you a three hour speech, then I have to do it."

Sighing, I nodded slowly. Can't argue with that, huh? After what I saw with the boss, I didn't blame Cash for listening to every order. The way this place was ran looked as if it were owned by the mafia. The boss was strange enough, but the way everyone acted was stranger. Cash seemed like scared deer while we were in front of him, but the minute we were away, he was cocky.

Maybe he's just comfortable with you.

I chuckled to myself. Comfortable with a man he just met. That sounds pretty funny. But it wouldn't be the first time someone trusted me so easily. Either I looked like a trustworthy person, or people were just idiots. I'd go with the latter. I nodded in agreement, sighing in frustration. Why did I have to agree with something that was all in my head?

Because I am you! When will you see that?

Cash cleared his throat, pushing off the table. "Alright, we shook bring you back to my boss. I'm sure he'll want to discuss the plan with you," He said. I nodded, following behind him as we exited the room. Cash continued to speak to me about when the weapons will be brought to me, and explained how to use each one.

The walk back to his boss' office was long, so he spoke for an extended period. I breathed a sigh, feeling my head throbbing. I wanted to leave this place immediately. I called Cash for one simple reason, and that was to get answers. I was getting more than just that now, and I regretted it every second. Well, that's what you get for trusting people. I laughed at myself again.

Trust? Is that what we're going to call it now? It's obvious that people trust me, but me trusting people was completely different. I didn't trust people easily. Using people is much more fun than trusting them. I shrugged again. Turning to Cash, I quietly got his attention. "Can I smoke in here?" I asked. It didn't matter if he said no or not. He nodded, handing me a cigarette from his pocket. I chuckled, taking it from him.

So this entire group is to get rid of vampires? Seems like something different than that.

There might be something else to this entire project. Cash seemed to be in it for the obvious reasons. But everyone else: Roy, the boss, and even Travis. They acted different to the situation. And that paper from earlier. What would they need a damn lease for? Even though I didn't see it myself, I already knew what was on the paper and what it said.

That's because I saw it. When are you going to accept me and listen?

I shook my head. I refused to let the voice control me. It was only a pointless conversation with myself. Letting it in will only prove that I was insane. I wasn't insane. I was anything but insane. There was an inward chuckle, and I surprised myself with how dark it was.

You're not insane. Just a little crazy.