Post by lanaia74 on Sept 26, 2007 2:15:14 GMT -5
I have been a homicide detective for about ten years now, but the case I am to investigate is like no other. This case cannot be based on science. Nothing makes sense, so to crack the case I turn to the supernatural
So far we have found about twenty bodies and the only factor that is clear, their body has been entirely drained of every drop of blood. I'm having a very hard time trying to do a profile on this sadistic killer, because they have no regard for sex, gender, or age. To me the motive of all these killings is evident, to obtain the victim's blood, but why?
I have never been one to dabble in the supernatural, but I have to take a look at the possibility, because I can't find an answer else where. To me, it looks like each victim was taken by surprise. Even a murder done within a home, there was no sign of forced entry and most of the doors were locked from the inside. Now this would make anyone scratch their head trying to come up with a logical profile. So I am forced to turn to the unlogical to see if I can find an answer.
Our town is so small. We have no tourist attractions, nothing to bring strangers to our little town. Anything that happens here, the gossip travels like wild fire, so something like this would be considered a primary topic. Nothing can be kept a secret in our close knit community, especially something of this magnitude. This sadistic killer has been at large for about a month.
It is very late and I am so tired, as I have worked to my wits end on this case. So I decide I will go home, so I can regroup to face another day. So I leave the station, headed home to try and get some much needed sleep. There is a storm brewing as I see the flashing lightning and hear the heavy rumble of thunder. Now it has started to rain, I let out a sigh of relief, thinking to myself, no fool would be out on a night like this.
I am one of the few female detectives in our little town. The female gender is usually more passionate than the male, so my boss thinking these were murders of passion so he gave it to me.
I pull my car into the driveway, and the house is dark, signaling to me my family is already asleep. I push my tired body to walk into the house. In my bedroom, my husband is calmly sleeping. I walk down the hall, to look in on my two small children, looking like little angels as they sleep.
Back in my bedroom, I prepare to take a long awaited shower. The warm water from the shower feels so soothing on my over worked body. Here I can escape to my own little world. But suddenly I am brought back to reality from a noise downstairs. I turn off the water, not wanting to, so I can hear better. I hear another noise from downstairs, sounding like something was turned over. This time I leave the shower, going back to the bedroom to get my gun just as a precaution. I am sure no one could get into the house by a door, because I checked them myself, and they were locked. But there are other ways to obtain entrance to a house.
On this note, I slowly and quietly creep down the stairs. Hoping not to make a sound, just in case someone is here. Sure enough in my living room, stand three people adorn in black from head to toe. I scratch my head, thinking to myself what could they possibly want?
I try so hard to be quiet but the floor creaks, making my presence known. They turn around and look directly at me. I have my gun, so I fire a whole round of bullets at them, without even touching them.
My husband and children hear the gunshots, and come running downstairs. My husband seeing the strangers coax the little ones back upstairs. My husband tries to help me, but these people have the power to keep him at bay. All he can do is fearfully watch.
They are still standing and walking directly toward me. There are two women and one man. The man looks down at me and says, " My child, don't be afraid! I am here to release you, so you may join us." Really I have no idea what they are talking about.
Then it dawns on me, with the research I did on the supernatural, when you think about it the murders could be linked to vampires. At first being a nonbeliever, but now I know they are real. The man says to me again," My wives and I are of the undead. We want you to join us, as we have seen you several times at places we have visited and fed. But for you to join us, my child, you must drink of my blood.
I am then attacked, but before they drink my blood, the women hold me down, as the man makes a small cut on his self and makes me drink of his blood. I have now solved my case and became a member of the cult of the damned.
So far we have found about twenty bodies and the only factor that is clear, their body has been entirely drained of every drop of blood. I'm having a very hard time trying to do a profile on this sadistic killer, because they have no regard for sex, gender, or age. To me the motive of all these killings is evident, to obtain the victim's blood, but why?
I have never been one to dabble in the supernatural, but I have to take a look at the possibility, because I can't find an answer else where. To me, it looks like each victim was taken by surprise. Even a murder done within a home, there was no sign of forced entry and most of the doors were locked from the inside. Now this would make anyone scratch their head trying to come up with a logical profile. So I am forced to turn to the unlogical to see if I can find an answer.
Our town is so small. We have no tourist attractions, nothing to bring strangers to our little town. Anything that happens here, the gossip travels like wild fire, so something like this would be considered a primary topic. Nothing can be kept a secret in our close knit community, especially something of this magnitude. This sadistic killer has been at large for about a month.
It is very late and I am so tired, as I have worked to my wits end on this case. So I decide I will go home, so I can regroup to face another day. So I leave the station, headed home to try and get some much needed sleep. There is a storm brewing as I see the flashing lightning and hear the heavy rumble of thunder. Now it has started to rain, I let out a sigh of relief, thinking to myself, no fool would be out on a night like this.
I am one of the few female detectives in our little town. The female gender is usually more passionate than the male, so my boss thinking these were murders of passion so he gave it to me.
I pull my car into the driveway, and the house is dark, signaling to me my family is already asleep. I push my tired body to walk into the house. In my bedroom, my husband is calmly sleeping. I walk down the hall, to look in on my two small children, looking like little angels as they sleep.
Back in my bedroom, I prepare to take a long awaited shower. The warm water from the shower feels so soothing on my over worked body. Here I can escape to my own little world. But suddenly I am brought back to reality from a noise downstairs. I turn off the water, not wanting to, so I can hear better. I hear another noise from downstairs, sounding like something was turned over. This time I leave the shower, going back to the bedroom to get my gun just as a precaution. I am sure no one could get into the house by a door, because I checked them myself, and they were locked. But there are other ways to obtain entrance to a house.
On this note, I slowly and quietly creep down the stairs. Hoping not to make a sound, just in case someone is here. Sure enough in my living room, stand three people adorn in black from head to toe. I scratch my head, thinking to myself what could they possibly want?
I try so hard to be quiet but the floor creaks, making my presence known. They turn around and look directly at me. I have my gun, so I fire a whole round of bullets at them, without even touching them.
My husband and children hear the gunshots, and come running downstairs. My husband seeing the strangers coax the little ones back upstairs. My husband tries to help me, but these people have the power to keep him at bay. All he can do is fearfully watch.
They are still standing and walking directly toward me. There are two women and one man. The man looks down at me and says, " My child, don't be afraid! I am here to release you, so you may join us." Really I have no idea what they are talking about.
Then it dawns on me, with the research I did on the supernatural, when you think about it the murders could be linked to vampires. At first being a nonbeliever, but now I know they are real. The man says to me again," My wives and I are of the undead. We want you to join us, as we have seen you several times at places we have visited and fed. But for you to join us, my child, you must drink of my blood.
I am then attacked, but before they drink my blood, the women hold me down, as the man makes a small cut on his self and makes me drink of his blood. I have now solved my case and became a member of the cult of the damned.
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
