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There wasn’t much time, but he knew he could do it. Everyone said it was impossible, but here he was proving how wrong they were!



He stayed as still as possible, using all his training not to touch the rays; he could almost feel the power emanating from them. He placed his hand close to one of them—could feel the heat. He felt proud to know that death was a few feet away and he was not afraid.



He knew he had only one chance; he would be killed the moment he attempted the assassination. Killing him was a once in a lifetime shot. He was always too well guarded, prepared (one could even say paranoid) for these kind of things. The morning sounds, the birds gave him a quiet sense of calm. He was geared; everything in place, he crouched to pounce upon his prey. He could see him in the distance. The man was foolish to have the same routine. It was idiotic; another reason he needed to die.



As the victim approached, the assassin leapt from his perch; everyone turned in abject horror when he leapt. In his peripheral vision, he saw the guards draw their weapons. He stayed focused—he had this only chance. He would not fail.



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NSA Frequency 4593

TCOM: Yankee White



>API Transline: 9:45am

>During his morning run, The President was attacked outside White House grounds.

>Assailant was described as Caucasian male approx. 6 feet tall, pale, dressed in dark clothing.

>Secret service agents were able to subdue the assailant. He died in transit to Bathesda

>Hospital. A White House press conference is scheduled at noon to detail the incident.



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At 0815 hrs this morning, a white male jumped out of a tree to attack President. Initial report indicates assailant vaporized into ash before service operatives could draw and fire. President claims assailant had fangs. The Bathesda lab is currently analyzing the ash remains of the assailant. NSA briefing at JCOM will be at 1430 hrs, briefing room six. All class seven access members required to attend. Above API transmission was released by White House signal.



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The club was full of life. The dance floor was crowded with men and women engaging in various dance moves. He eyed his spot across the floor and began to move. Like a wedge, he pushed way through the crowd heads turned to notice him but he would pass by without regard to anyone.



He sat down on the dais. From his perch he could see the entire clubs activities, even the blowjob in the corner to his right. Like a lion on the plains, he waited. She would come. He would be there when she arrived. Tonight would be the night he would conquer, the night he would drink from her cup.



He sat stone-faced, women would ask him to dance (amongst other things). He would politely refused each request. He finally decided to get a drink, it would look more normal if he sat there with something.



As if on queue, the music changed. The song "Sweetest Taboo" began to play. He knew she was here, he could feel it. He saw her and waited for her to reach him. She arrived after getting a drink and they moved to a booth in the back.



"I’m glad you decided to show up."



"Well I’m glad you were here."



"Missed you the last couple of nights."



"Been too tired to come out, work has been a real bitch lately."



"Oh, sorry to hear that."



"I wish I was as well off as you were, then I wouldn’t have to work."



"Trust me. This lifestyle actually has some disadvantages!"



"Like?"



"Like mainly being a night person, I hardly get up in the mornings anymore."



"Like a Vampire?"



"Watch your mouth!"



"What did I say?"



"Sorry. I just hate that term. It was a nickname I was called when I was a child."



She kissed him. He eagerly accepted her apology. They continued to chat and dance.



"It’s getting late."



"Why don’t you call in sick."



"I could, I guess, but I’m not sure."



"I’m sure."



He lunged at her neck. She moaned in ecstasy. He knew he had won. She was his tonight, and if he had his way…forever!



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"Aren’t you glad you didn’t go work."



"Actually I’m working right now!"



"What!?"



"My job is survival."



She grabbed him. He struggled, but could not shake her grasp. With fangs bared she bit deeply into his neck and drank. She left the lifeless body on the bed, dressed and left the house. She walked a few paces and waited.



The building began to burn. She watched until satisfied turned and left. The club would reopen tomorrow night

The phone rang.



"Hello?"



"Dr. Manera?"



"Yes?"



"This is Dr. Morris, director of the Smithsonian Labs. It seems we need your "expertise" again doctor. I would like to know if you will be busy this afternoon. There is something I’d like you to see."



"Where is it now."



"Langley lab, Monterey complex."



"See you at, say, two-ish"



"Two o’clock...sharp will be fine with us."



"Look you BASTARD I’m not one of you’re-"



CLICK



"Hello? Hello!?!? Son of a BITCH!



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Monterey complex hadn’t changed since the last time he was here. Even the gate guard looked the same (probably cloning the asshole).



"I.D. please."



"Here you go bud."



"Name, sir."



"It’s on the card."



"Your name, sir."



"Dr. Manera, Richard L."



"Thank you. Dr. Morris is expecting you."



The building, elevator and section guard were just as thorough as the gate guard. Must be related!



"Dr. Manera! How good of you to join us! Coffee?"



"No thanks."



"You’ll be pleased to know, we didn’t sedate the specimen like the last time. After the last time, we developed better restraining procedures. It’s in room D14. Shall we?



"Sure"



"So how’s business?"



"Dr. Morris let’s get one thing straight. I don’t like you."



"I see."



"Besides, your people probably know EXACTLY how I’m doing."



The two men moved through the corridors without speaking.



"Here we are. As you can see the manacles are made of a tungsten/titanium alloy. The walls have a reinforced steel and concrete layer that can be electrified if necessary."



"So now we wait till evening."



"No need. Place the control sample in with the test."



It was over in less than a minute. The creature captured it's prey with speed and precision.



"Hey! He’s-What the HELL IS THIS! I thought you had another werewolf for me to examine! What’s going on?"



"Sorry doctor. We assumed that your "science" would also have an understanding of Vampires as well..."

Firstly let me say that I've been FASCINATED with Vampires since I was a child. I don't die my hair black or use any makeup or have "fangs." Goth is OK, but I don't consider myself one.



I have always been fascinated that next to "the great flood" and "armageddon," the myths of evil blood sucking creatures has been referenced in every civilization on earth!



Makes you wonder...doesn't it?



Anyways, these are some stories Enjoy!