An excerpt from Generic Vampire Novel #937 Part Two Horrorcaust by C Z Hazard
CHAPTER ONE
Whatever Happened to Shamus Ohio?
WEDNESDAY, EVENING.
‘Are you a cult leader?’
‘Your desktop computer is in our hands. Is there anything you think you should tell us now?’
‘Are you responsible for the terms “tracking” and “draining” in relation to the practice of mutual bloodletting?’
‘Who have you spoken to in the last twenty-four hours?’
‘Why are you in the US?’
‘Did you have any help writing the novel?’
‘Were any characters based on any real people, living or dead?’
‘Do you have any other aliases we should know about?’
‘Give us all of your addresses from the last twenty-four months.’
‘Has anyone contacted you, or threatened you in regards to your writing?’
‘Who do you work for?’
‘Are you a cult leader?’
‘Why have you moved around so much?’
‘Did you report these death threats to your government? Did they give you an incident number?’
‘What do you know about Vampires?’
It was going to be a very long night for Shamus. Already he had lost track of the many questions he had been asked and the answers he had given, but he could remember the blunt answer to the lone question he himself had posed: ‘No, sir, you cannot have a fucking lawyer.’
CHAPTER FIVE
THURSDAY NIGHT
The first officer had more than recovered from the glancing blow.
‘Do you want me to plug him?’
‘No, it’s alright. Just cuff him.’
‘C’mon man, look around. Who would know?’
‘Put your fucking gun away, McMurphy, now! That's an order from a superior officer.’
‘But he fucking hit you.’
‘I’ve been hit worse sparring in the locker room. Pick him up.’
‘Screw that, he hit a cop.’
‘Goddamnit, McMurphy, this is not your finest moment. This is not your last stand, so stop acting like it. We’re police, even when shit hits the fan. Especially when shit hits the fan. Act like police.’
The officer helped Stephen up, and forcibly invited him into the rear seat of the cop car.
‘Sir, I’m arresting you for assaulting an officer of the law...’
Stephen interrupted, ‘I think I broke my hand.’
‘Yeah, that’ll happen.’
Officer West froze, his stance stiffening suddenly as he looked towards Stephen’s car.
‘Sir, did you have someone else in the vehicle with you?’
Stephen caught himself just before blurting out that it wasn’t even his car. ‘No,’ he answered.
‘Well there’s something in it now,’ said the Cop, pushing Stephen into the rear seats of the police cruiser. ‘McMurphy, get in the car this second.’
‘What is it?’ Stephen asked.
As the two officers got into the front seats, West glanced at the sunset and back at Stephens’s car as a door swung open. ‘I don't know. I don’t wanna know.’
The two officers and their arrestee drove away; McMurphy turned to look at the car behind them and saw movement. He thought he saw something get out, but he couldn’t swear to it. They were all silent on the way back to the police station.
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