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14:57 May 01 2010
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She was new in town and it was her eyes that captivated me most. She

worked the late shift at a topless bar, and smiled at me. Not

with her lips, but with her eyes, and I smiled back. Her name was

Nadia, and she was a student attending the university, on a Romanian

visa, and was earning her tuition and books as a dancer at The Lemon

Peel Club. She had a perfectly shaped body, and when she swayed left

to right, her twin treasures held every man's eye.

The other men gawked and groped and paid good money for a five minute

lap dance. Hitting on her, wanting to pay a little more, for "a

little more"! She seemed unbothered though, by their comments and

would just smile and nod. Perhaps she didn't understand what they

wanted, or was merely ignoring them. No one seemed to know where she

lived, and another strange thing: Several of the men found murdered

over the last month, were last seen with her.

I really didn't suspect her, because each victim had their neck

broken by someone by very strong hands. By the looks of Nadia, she

was petite, and her arms showed very little muscle. The victims also

were found to not have any blood in their bodies. But the coroner did

notice two small puncture wounds on their neck. A rumor went around

the station that there was a vampire on the loose. But none of us

took it seriously. But the case was assigned to me, and every lead

had to be checked out, even it was just a dead end.

I was undercover as a customer in a topless club, who was lonely for

company. The worst part of it all was I really was lonely. Since my

wife had died 4 years ago, all I had was my job, and I'd go right

home, and sleep. This was the first real situation I found myself in,

where I was fantasizing of a lover. It was well into the evening when

she came to my table and asked: "Would you like a lap dance for

twenty dollar's sweetie"? I would have been a fool, and less then

human to say no. I reached into my pocket and tucked it in her bikini

bottom, and she sat down on my lap.

Things were getting very uncomfortable for me as I wiggled and I saw

her smile. Nadia told me her name and that she was a student, of

which, I already knew. She bit her lip, and I could have sworn I saw

her eyes change. Not a different color or mood, it was just hard to

describe. I felt my eye lids getting heavy and shook my head to

awaken. Was it my beer, or Nadia? I didn't know for sure. But I felt

everything about her was captivating, but there was nothing illegal

with that. I had also been watching the other dancer's in the club,

but I saw nothing suspicious.

This was my 5th night at the club, and I saw no prostitution or drug

activity, normally associated with a topless bar. In fact, I saw no

reason to even bring her down town for questioning. Nothing she had

done all these nights ended up with her leaving with a customer. It

was almost 2 A.M. when I left the club, but this time, curiosity made

me stay. I wanted to see where Nadia lived. I don't know why, I just

did. Once outside in the cool night air, I re-shifted my jeans, and

hid behind a tall evergreen tree and waited.

It was nearly 3 A.M. before she came out the front door, with several

other dancers and each got in their cars and left. All that is,

except, Nadia, she was walking down the sidewalk and I let her have

some space before I began to tail her. I stayed well back, and did my

best to not make a sound. She seemed unaware and relaxed. The full

moon peeked out between the clouds and she continued on. Nadia stuck

to the main street until she reached Elm, and turned onto the side

street.

This street wasn't as well lit, and I closed the gap between us, and

I was glad the light of the moon made it easier for me to see. After

maybe 10 more minutes, she stopped in front of 445 Elm Street, a

three story house. It looked like it was ready to be condemned and

torn down, even in the dimness of the moon light. In a couple of

minutes, a second floor bedroom light came on, then a few minutes

later, went off. 5 long nights of surveillance had turned up

absolutely nothing, not even a lead.

I had no gut intuition of Nadia or any other dancer at the Lemon

peel. She seemed like a nice gal. All I knew was my eyes were tired,

and my heart was lonely. I walked back to the topless bar and got in

my car and went home. I was too tired to grab anything to eat. I just went to bed. About 6 p.m., the next day, I returned to Nadia's house.

She had rented it for $500.00 per month. The real estate man said she

had paid 6 months rent in advance. Where does a young university

student come up with three thousand dollars cash to put down on a run

down house?

I decided that I would find a way in, without a warrant. Nadia was at

work, and I had no facts or evidence that a judge would issue a

search warrant. If I got inside and there was nothing found, I would

leave, and at least know she had nothing to hide or do with the

recent murders. I could focus my time and attention on the rest of

the dancer's. One by one, I could rule them out, or find some more

concrete. I knew I was breaking the law by going in without a search

warrant. I didn't even have a gut instinct, just a basic curiosity to

see what I might find inside.

I found a rear basement window broken, and chose that point of entry.

I carefully picked the remaining pieces of glass out, and squeezed

through. The basement was cool, dark, and I did my best to be quiet,

and listen for any sounds upstairs, but heard nothing. Yet, the hairs

on my neck were standing straight up, and I could smell the smell of

death. I knew what a dead person smelled like, and I knew something

was going on. Nadia was becoming more and more a suspect. I had no

flashlight and couldn't see anything. But I could see the stairway,

faintly and made my way over to it.

Squeak by squeaky squeak, I made my way to the top of the stairs, and

reached the door. Even with what I suspected now, no judge would

issue a warrant based on illegal entry. I turned the knob and the

door opened an inch. Good, it wasn't locked. It was a three story

house, but I had a idea of where I was headed. I didn't want to stay

in the house any longer then I had to. I stepped out into a long

hallway. One end faced the kitchen, and the other end opened up into

the stairway leading upstairs. Many of the windows were boarded up,

making everything dim. I hadn't even thought of bringing a flashlight.

I made it to the stairway, and began climbing the stairs to the

second floor. I had second thoughts for a moment, to leave, and

return with a flashlight, but didn't want to risk being in Nadia's

house a second time. Besides, I felt a sense of danger here, goose

bumps, and I'm sure it showed in my eyes. In a minute or two I had

reached the top step and was standing on the next floor, trying to

adjust my eyes to the darkness, when I heard the floor squeaking

right in front of me. Instinctively I pulled my gun, and

yelled, "Freeze, police"! It was then, that something gripped my

throat, like a vise, and I don't recall how many times I fired my

gun, before something struck me, and I flew through the air.

My back hit the banister stairway, and I dropped to my knees in

agony. I had dropped my gun, and suddenly I saw Nadia, and she

reached down, and lifted me off the floor with one hand, my toes

barely touching. I was gasping for breath and I began to pass out.

But before I did, she came closer, and her breath, OMG, her breath

was horrible. With a sneer of resentment, she said, "I don't have

time for you now. But you needn't worry because you and I will talk

again very soon". I don't know how long I blacked out, but I found

myself tied up. I wondered, if any of my shots hat hit Nadia? They

had too! I shot directly in front of me, just before she had gripped

my throat. What incredible strength, super human was more like it!

I tested the ropes that bound my hands and feet to a solid ceiling

post. They were tight, and the post solid, I wasn't going to get

free. Worst of all...I didn't have a back up plan. No one knew I was

coming here there would be no rescue team. I was all alone. As my

eyes became accustomed to the low light I saw candles lit on a table

a short ways away. I saw something else that I didn't want to see,

but there she was. Nadia was sleeping inside a black coffin, lined in

satin. She looked absolutely peaceful, as if she was dead, but I saw

her breathing. I also saw four pearl white fangs glistening. This

couldn't be happening? There are no such things as vampires!

I knew that she was going to kill me, I was terrified. After a few

hours, she began to awaken, turned her head to me and smiled. She

slowly climbed out of her coffin and I saw three gun smoke burned

bullet holes in her gown, but no sign of blood. When she stood, she

gave me a short smile, but her eyes had a demonic look in them. She

walked with confidence, towards me until she was inches away.

Suddenly, she pressed a finger against a vein on my neck. "It's too

bad you had to intrude, I would not have harmed you. But you know too

much now for me to let you live, other's would come. So, I hope you

won't take it personal that it is you, not me that must die. But

there is a perk to being a vampire, I can live forever".

I watched her angry eyes, soften just a little as she

smiled. "There's no reason I can't enjoy you for a little while

before you join the others in the basement, and with that she smiled.

I couldn't believe what she was about to do, and I felt her fangs

brush against my thighs. When she stood smiled, and said she was

going to untie me. "I'm going to take you to the basement, but you

mustn't think of breaking from my grip. For if you try, I'll snap

your neck as surely as if it were a pencil". No one had to convince

me a second time that she meant every word, yet I knew that I was

soon to die anyway. She gripped the back of my neck as if she were a

300 pound wrestler, and she squeezed. She squeezed so tight, I was

sure I was going to hear the bones in my neck crack.

Rather then a slow walk, to where I knew death was surely waiting for

me, I was shoved at a hurried pace, and it was hard to keep up, in

the painful position she held me in. Instead of waiting for a futile

chance to get free, it was all I could do, to catch my breath. Once

at the basement door, she opened it, and turned on the light switch.

Suddenly, I was tossed through the air and my knees hit the concrete

hard, as I tumbled across the cold floor. The room was spinning, as

she lifted me to my feet, and pushed me against a wall. I felt my

hands lifted over my head and handcuffs locking my wrists. As I came

to my senses, I could feel the pain in both my knee caps. That was

when I felt her fangs sink into my neck and everything went dark.