Chapter Fifty Eight: A Trace of Indiscriminate Substances

"When was the last time you saw the victim again?" the Boston police officer was asking a teenaged girl who has just discovered (and allegedly witnessed) a crime scene.

"I was behind her from the same lane of the cashier at the Walmart just across the street. As I walked to the direction of my car, I noticed that she was having an altercation with a much older guy," the girl answered the question with a trembling voice. She was still visibly shocked by whatever it is that she has seen moments ago.

"And then what happened? Have you identified the man she was arguing with?"

"It was dark from where they are, so I didn't get much of his features. He was wearing a baseball cap that partly hid his face. Nike shoes, denim pants. Probably athletic built by the look of the sweatshirt he was wearing. They were both arguing in a hushed voice, but I knew there was something very wrong to begin with."

The police officer was busy taking notes.

"Why? Why do you think she was in danger?"

"I remember hearing some words quite certainly, like 'enclosures,' 'scams,' 'indiscriminate substances' and 'commanders' while the victim was shaking in total fear. I think she was being held captive by a potential ex-military," the girl reported.

"What else happenned?"

"So back at the cashier lane, I already noticed some strange behavior as she was picking up her groceries, but I simply let it pass. There is an uncomfortable feeling that I have with her guy companion. They don't seem to know each other. You just get this general feeling that something is not right."

"That she's being kidnapped?" the police officer asked.

"That is correct."

The police officer nodded. "Okay. So what happened after that?"

"I really do not know after what happened in the end. I realize now that . . . I may sound crazy but there was a supernatural event that actually transpired here. It happened right in front of my very eyes, and I myself cannot believe it. I know it only happen in the movies . . . but it happened as it is," the girl started crying.

"Go on. Tell us what you saw. Help us find him," the police officer tried to calm her.

"She was bitten by that older guy. Right on her neck. I think the older guy is a Vampire."

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