He kept pace with me all the way along the road, despite the fact that I changed the speed I walked at more times than I had changed my hair colour in the past year. I could just sense that he was watching me, following me.
As I turned a corner, I stopped, expecting to see him stop too, a couple of steps behind. But to my surprise, when I looked behind me, he had disappeared. After making doubly sure that he was absolutely nowhere to be seen, I breathed a sigh of relief and set off with a new spring to my step.
It was dark now, and the lights at the end of each street were shining brightly, illuminating the street signs. Except for the one directly in front of me, I noticed. That one was obstructed by something. A figure. I hadn't got a good enough glimpse of the man who I had labelled in my head 'my stalker' to be able to tell whether these two people were one and the same, but I knew what the most probable answer was.
"I'm not going to just stand here and let myself be kidnapped or something." I thought. "I can deal with this." I began to make a hasty retreat back down the road.
"Halt!" the man called. Halt? What sort of person says 'halt?'
"I'm not halting." I yelled back. "Deal with it."
"I just want a quick word. That is all." Yeah, because that's totally why you felt the need to stalk me for so long, for a chat. As if. "I heard you mention a 'Mr Crepsley' earlier." What, is this guy from the Cirque du Freak fan club or something? Have I just gained a gold membership? Have they sent him to beat me up because i ripped up one of their oh-so-special books? Intrigued, I walked closer.
"Tell me, what do you know about him?" he asked.
"Uh, that he's not real."
"There's no need to play dumb. This is very important. We need as much information as we can get. Anything you know would be much appreciated." This was getting weirder and weirder.
"Who's 'we'?" As though he had been expecting this, the man pulled out an ID card, and handed it to me.
"Edgar Caldwell, HAVS" I read out loud. There was a picture of him, which was obviously from at least ten years ago, wearing a posh suit and bowler hat, the latter he was still wearing.
"Nice hat." I laughed. I couldn't help myself.
"It was all the rage back then- and now." he huffed as he grabbed his ID back off me and placed it back inside his coat. "And it's not HAVS, it's H A V S. Humans Against Vampire Secrecy."
"Sureee it is." I snorted. "And you're what, dedicated to ridding the world of vampires? With your little hat on? Vampires everywhere quake at the mention of Edgar Caldwell. Totally."
"Mock all you like, but I know you're hiding something." he spat, in a fail of an attempt to try and frighten me.
"Just. No. That's not scary mate. Just...never do that again."
"Okay fine, look. We know that vampires have been in hiding, unknown to most humans, for hundreds if not thousands of years. It's all in the books, if you look hard enough. We feel this is wrong. We feel that humans deserve to see the bigger picture, to know what is inhabiting their world alongside them. We just have to find some proof, so we aren't laughed out of the public eye. We have names, sure, but it's one thing knowing the names of these bloodsuckers and another thing finding them. Crepsley. Ver Leth. Uh-the rest I can't remember right now. But if you see or hear anything, anything, relating to any of those two, call this number."
He handed me a thick business card, with his name, HAVS, and a telephone number stamped upon it.
"Okay. Yeah. Sure. Whatever."
He seemed satisfied with that, and with a final wave, walked away.
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