Berlin Germany, December 28th 1942.
Twilight.. It is the time of magic for your kind. It is cold here.. Dark.. The perfect setting for you, the sun is buried deep within the belly of slow rolling snow clouds, and is of little consequence. On this evening, It is a familiar burning that you feel deep inside of you that brings you out into the world of humans.. It is at a time when the worlds thoughts are mostly plagued by the ravages of war, there are soldiers everywhere, mistrust runs rampant in the Nazi party and they are suspicious of everyone.. Especially strangers.. And yet you have been here for three nights now and have gone largely unnoticed. And it is here amongst the bustling crowds that you see her.. See is crossing the street now.. Tall.. Blond.. Beautiful.. You.. Must have her.. So you follow behind but not too closely.. You stalk her.. Hunt her.. And just when the time is right you allow her to see you.. Your eyes meet as she enters the hotel and immediately heads for the stairs.. But you are a man of special talents and you are waiting for her in the dark hallway, and as she slides the key into the lock she turns to see you.. The door swings open as she turns..
Your hands begin to touch her as she slowly backs into the dark hotel room gently pulling you behind her.. The door swings closed just as you put your arms around her and pull her to you.. She draws in a deep breath as your lips softly brush against hers.. And you begin to undress your prize.. She slowly lies down on the bed and your hands begin to roam over every curve of her perfect young body.. She begins to moan softly as your tongue begins to lick her breasts.. Her legs open willingly, and as you lower yourself down between her thighs you can feel her passion building , her breathing becomes erratic.. You can feel her heart pounding.. The beautiful warm luscious blood coursing through her veins.. You bury you face down next to her neck and she begins to moans softly, arching her back, never once realizing that what she feels gently tugging at the skin around her jugular are fully bared Canines. But you then realize that something is wrong, you find yourself unwilling to relent and yet you pull away, it is only then that you fully realize.. That it isn’t the lure of fresh blood that you hunger for this night deadman.. It is the touch of human flesh..
Present Day.
It wasn’t the bitter cold, or the sound of rolling thunder raging against the stormy skies that caused him to stir, much as in the world of his distant memories and dreams, on this night it was the faint echoes of human screams that pulled his eyes apart. He stood and slowly moved to the edge of the bell tower.. The rain was pounding along the sides of the semi abandoned Delorian Street church. He could almost hear the voice in the back of his mind. “Do not concern yourself with the petty differences of humans Chapel. Their cause is lost.” and yet his curiosity pulled him yet again out into the cold and dark rainy night. He followed the sounds a full five blocks away until he’d reached the rooftop of a deserted waterfront warehouse overlooking Piedmont bay. The screams he’d heard had fallen silent, but now something new pulled at his senses. A peculiar smell that he could not outwardly place, his eyes came to rest on something lying out on the dock near the waters edge. He leapt to the ground and went closer to investigate, and the closer he got, he could see that it was a human body that had been set on fire. the rain had doused most of the flames, but the remains were so charred the body was barely recognizable as human. He drew in a deep breath.
“And I’m the monster.” he thought to himself.
The sound of clinking glass against the ground turned his attention sharply back in the direction of the warehouse. His eyes narrowed and scanned through the dark.. Someone.. Definitely running.. Cans being kicked, hurried footfalls beating hard against wet concrete.. A voice softly cursing aloud as the person lost their balance and fell to the ground. Within a millisecond Chapel was on them, pulling at their collar dragging them behind him as he effortlessly scaled the side of the warehouse wall until he’d reached the roof. He threw them hard against the surface. He could see that it was an older man.. Thin.. Frail.. Long dirty gray hail, ragged clothes.. His thin boney face dirty and unshaven… with shaking fingers he nervously push the wire rimmed spectacles onto the bridge of his nose.
He pointed nervously towards the edge of the rooftop.
“Hey man.. How’d ya do that??”
He didn‘t answer.
“P.P. Please mister… I didn’t see anything.. I swear.. If you let me live I won’t tell the cops.. I swear..”
Chapel knelt down and looked him in the eyes.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I just have a couple of questions.. Ok?” he said.
The old man nodded nervously.. Chapel helped him to his feet and led him to the edge of the rooftop. He pointed out towards the dock at the smoldering human remains.
“Did you see who did that?” He asked.
He wiped the glasses off on his sleeve and looked up at Chapel.
“uhhhh. Are you sure you ain’t one of them?”
Chapel almost choked on his laughter when he made a crossing gesture across his chest as if swearing to the frail old man that he wouldn’t harm him.
“I’m not one of them.. Okay?” He assured him.
He slowly sank down onto the roof top.
“His name was Chico Jimenez.. And yeah I saw who did that to him.” he looked sadly down at the dock.. “It was the same ones that torched Carl and Kimmy..” He told Chapel.
“So.. What is your name?”
“Ummmm. Henry.. Henry Peete.”
He slowly extended his hand to him.
“Well its nice to meet you Henry… My name is Chapel.”
They found themselves down on Caroll Street, where Chapel stopped at a payphone to call the police to tell them the location of the charred remains of Chico Jimenez. He took Henry Peete to a small rundown diner two blocks away called; The Bouncing Burger. They entered just before 10:00pm, run down didn’t begin to describe it, The walls and ceiling were a smoke stained white, and looked like they still had decorations from the 1950’s, the floors were a yellowish colored linoleum worn thin by years of foot traffic, the table tops and counters were chipped, worn and stained and the faux red leather stools, chairs and benches had definitely seen better days. Sure it was old but it looked like a million dollars to Henry Peete. The short, pudgy, gray haired waitress led them to a booth near the window. For the most part they were alone except for a couple of people sitting at the counter. Henry Peete cautiously sat down in the booth and Chapel slid in the spot directly across from him.
“Order anything that you want Henry.. Its on me.” he told him.
“Ummm. Well.. Do ya got Steaks?”
The waitress silently nodded..
“And baked taters?”
Again she nodded.
“Ok.” Henry said.. “I’ll have that and a tall glass of iced tea if you have it.”
She looked at Chapel who held his hand up..
“Nothing for me thank you.” he told her.
She gathered the menus and headed for the kitchen. Henry looked at Chapel, and then turned his head to look out the window to see what he was looking at. There was a young girl across the street who was nervously pacing back and forth. And finally when she’d seen them watching her she slowly moved down the street looking back over her shoulder at them.
“Oh.. You noticed her too did ya?” He asked.
Chapel smiled..
“ Yes.. She’s been following me every time that I step outside.. For the past three nights.. Tonight she’s been following us since we left Mott Street. Do you know who she is Henry?”
“Yeah I’ve seen her around a few times I think she was a friend of Kimmy’s. Her name is Emma or something like that. The waitress brought Henry his dinner and Chapel sat and watched him curiously as he devoured the whole meal in what seemed like seconds.
“So Henry.. Tell me something, if these men have burned three people alive why hasn’t anyone told the police yet?” he asked.
He shrugged his shoulders.
“Oh.. The police know all about what happened to Carl and Kimmy.. I just don’t think they give two cents of a rats ass what happens to street people. To them.. Its just less garbage for them to wade through.”
Chapel leaned back in his seat and stared out the window at the rain soaked city, and it was then he saw the long black town car with three men in it parked across the street. It appeared as though the girl wasn’t the only one that was following them.
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