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My right foot lashes out。 My heel catches him in the center of the breastbone。 I hear the bones crack as he topples backward onto the floor； his weapon still bolstered inside his coat。 Although I moved toward him in a horizontal position； I land smoothly on my feet。 He sprawls on the floor at my feet beside his overturned chair。 Gasping for breath； blood pouring out of his mouth。 I have crushed the walls of his heart as well as the bones of his chest； and he is going to die。 But not just yet。 I kneel beside him and gently put my hand on his head。 Love often flows through me for my victims。
〃Mike；〃 I say gently。 〃You would not listen to me。〃
He is having trouble breathing。 He drowns in his own blood…I hear it gurgling deep in his lungs…and I am tempted to put my lips to his and suck it away for him。 Such a temptation； to sate my thirst。 Yet I leave him alone。
〃Who？〃 he gasps at me。
I continue to stroke his head； 〃I told you the truth。 I am a vampire。 You never stood a chance against me。 It's not fair； but it is the way it is。〃 I lean close to his mouth； whisper in his ear。〃Now tell me the truth and I will stop your pain。 Who sent you after me？〃
He stares at me with wide eyes。 〃Slim；〃 he whispers。
〃Who is Slim？ A man？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Very good； Mike。 How do you contact him？〃
〃No。〃
〃Yes。〃 I caress his cheek。 〃Where is this Slim？〃
He begins to cry。 The tears； the blood…they make a pitiful bination。 His whole body trembles。 〃I don't want to die；〃 he moans。 〃My boy。〃
〃Tell me about Slim and I will take care of your boy；〃 I say。 My nature is kind； deep inside。 I could have said if you don't tell me about Slim； I will find your dear boy and slowly peel off his skin。 But Riley is in too much pain to hear me； and I immediately regret； striking so swiftly； not slowly torturing the truth out of him。 I did tell him that I was impulsive when I'm angry； and it is true。
〃Help me；〃 he pleads； choking。
〃I'm sorry。 I can only kill； I cannot heal； and you are too badly hurt。〃 I sit back on my heels and glance around the office。 I see on the desktop a picture of Mr。 Riley posed beside a handsome boy of approximately eighteen。 Removing my right hand from Mr。 Riley； I reach for the picture and show it to him。 〃Is this your son？〃 I ask innocently。
Terror consumes his features。 〃No！〃 he cries。
I lean close once more。 〃I am not going to hurt him。 I only want this Slim。 Where is he？〃
A spasm of pain grips Riley； a convulsion…his legs shake off the floor like two wooden sticks moved by a poltergeist。 I grab him； trying to settle him down； but I am too late。 His grimacing teeth tear into his lower lip； and more blood messes his face。 He draws in a breath that is more a shovel of mud on his coffin。 He makes a series of sick wet sounds。 Then his eyes roll back in bis head； and he goes limp in my arms。 Studying the picture of the boy； I reach over and close Mr。 Michael Riley's eyes。
The boy has a nice smile； I note。
Must have taken after his mother。
Now my situation is more plicated than when I arrived at the detective's office。 I know someone is after me； and I have destroyed my main lead to him or her。 Quickly I go through Riley's desk and fail to find anything that promises to be a lead； other than Riley's home address。 The reason is sitting behind the desk as I search。 Riley has a puter and there is little doubt m my mind that he stored his most important records on the machine。 My suspicion is further confirmed when I switch on the puter and it immediately asks for an access code。 Even though I know a great deal about puters； more than most experts in the field； I doubt I can get into his data banks without outside help。 I pick up the picture of father and son again。 They are posed beside a puter。 Riley Junior； I suspect； must know the access code。 I decide to have a talk with him。
After I dispose of his father's body。 My exercise in cleanup is simplified by the fact that Riley has no carpet on his office floor。 A brief search of the office building leads me to a closet filled with janitorial supplies。 Mop and pail and bucket in hand； I return to Mr。 Riley's office and do the job his secretary probably resented doing。 I have with me…from the closet …two big green plastic bags； and I slip Riley into them。 Before I leave with my sagging burden； I wipe away every fingerprint I have created。 There isn't a spot I have touched that I don't remember。
The late hour is such a friend； it has been for so many years。 There is not a soul around as I carry Riley downstairs and dump him in my trunk。 It is good； for I am not in the mood to kill again； and murder； for me； is very much tied to my mood； like making love。 Even when it is necessary。
Mayfair is a town on the Oregon coast； chilly this late in autumn； enclosed by pine trees on one side and salt water on the other。 Driving away from Riley's office； I feel no desire to go to the beach； to wade out beyond the surf to sink the detective in deep water。 I head for the hills instead。 The burial is a first for me in this area。 I have killed no one since moving to Mayfair a few months earlier。 I park at the end of a narrow dirt road and carry Riley over my shoulder deep into the woods。 My ears are alert； but if there are mortals in the vicinity； they are all asleep。 I carry no shovel with me。 I don't need one。 My fingers can impale even the hardest soil more surely than the sharpest knife can poke through a man's flesh。 Two miles into the woods I drop Riley onto the ground and go down on my hands and knees and begin to dig。 Naturally； my clothes get a bit dirty but I have a washing machine and detergent at home。 I do not worry。 Not about the body ever being found。
But about other things； I am concerned。
Who is Slim？
How did he find me？
How did he know to warn Riley to treat me with caution？
I lay Riley to rest six feet under and cover him over in a matter of minutes without even a whisper of a prayer。 Who would I pray to anyway？ Krishna？ I could very well tell him that I was sorry； although I did tell him that once； after holding the jewel of his life in my bloodthirsty hands while he casually brought to our wild party。 No； I think； Krishna would not to my prayer； even if it was for the soul of one of my victims。 Krishna would just laugh and return to his flute。 To the song of life as he called it。 But where was the music for those his followers said were already worse than dead？ Where was the joy？ No； I would not pray to God for Riley。
Not even for Riley's son。
In my home； in my new mansion by the sea； late at night； I stare at the boy's photo and wonder why he is so familiar to me。 His brown eyes are enchanting； so wide and innocent； yet as alert as those of a baby owl seen in the light of the full moon。 I wonder if in the days to e I will be burying him beside his father。 The thought saddens me。 I don't know why。
2
I do not need much sleep； two hours at most； which I usually take when the sun is at its brightest。 Sunlight does affect me； although it is not the mortal enemy Bram Stoker imagined in his tale of Count Dracula。 I read the novel Dracula when it first came out； in ten minutes。 I have a photographic memory with a hundred percent prehension。 I found the book delicious。 Unknown to Mr。 Stoker； he got to meet a real vampire when I paid him a visit one dreary English evening in the year 1899。 I was very sweet to him。 I asked him to autograph my book and gave him a big kiss before I left。 I almost drank some of his blood； I was tempted； but I thought it would have ruined any chance he would have had at writing a sequel； which I encouraged him to do。 Humans are seldom able to dwell for any length on things that truly terrify them； even though the horror writers of the present think otherwise。 But Stoker was a perceptive man； he knew there was something unusual about me。 I believe he had a bit of a crush on me。
But the sun； the eternal flame in the sky； it diminishes my powers。 During the day； particularly when the sun is straight up； I often feel drowsy； not so tired that I am forced to rest but weary enough that I lose my enthusiasm for things。 Also； I am not nearly so quick or strong during the day； although I a