To Hunt a Vampire: Epilogue
Chief Amdrill moseyed and meandered down the cell block in the New Wallachia prison complex, known as The Den, a smug smirk on his face, full on his coworker's son. The smell of blood in prisoner's veins became stronger as he walked by because they knew that all he'd have to do is pick one to feast upon, and their sentence would come to a bloody end. This thought seemed to pre-occupy Amdrill, as he didn't notice the two men in brown trench coats until he'd bumped into them.
"God! Can't sneak up on me like that, gentlemen. What business do you have here in this fine prison? Why are you here? Who invited you in?
The man on the right, sporting a baker's cap, held out a piece of paper. "I'll tell ya who let us in asshole. The United States government." The paper was a warrant from some sort of investigation. "See, the government knows what really goes down in 'The Den'. We know you've been moochin' a bit off the top. Listen, my name's Jake, and the other guy is Danny, and we'd like to talk to you. You know... away from the prisoners. You got an office, Police Chief Warren Amdrill?"
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The three men sat in Amdrill's sad little office, a small blue room with barely enough room for a third person to sit comfortably.
"Listen mister," Jake began, "we-"
Warren pounced over the desk, fangs bared, ready to eat. Amdrill has always been a moderate vampire, simply waiting for his time to strike, sometimes going years without food, but something about the Killer Case, and Killer's taste, set ablaze a new passion within the Police Chief. Perhaps he should be who Nick thought he was.
Jake would have been the vampire's lunch, had it not been for his partner's quick action. With one hand, he shoved Warren's face, throwing off his momentum, leading him to crash into the file cabinet behind them, and with the other, retrieving a stake from his satchel, and driving it deep into the Police Chief's heart. Blood leaked out of every orifiace, and thick black smoke billowed out of his eyes and mouth.
Jake screamed, "Jesus fucking Christ!!! What the fuck did you do to him!!? We were just here to arrest him right?! For embezzling funds from the prison and making up prisoners right???"
Danny screamed back at him, "Get you fucking head in the game Jake!!! Did you join the fucking 'Puppies and Hugs Department'? No you joined the fucking New Wallachia Paranormal Hunters Department!!"
"Jesus fucking Christ he was actually a vampire?"
"Yes, Jake, he was actually a vampire, but now he's dead. C'mon, we gotta write this up now. I can hunt fucking vampires and unicorns all day, but easily the worst part is writing reports."












