My Anti-hero Fairy System-Chapter 63. Vampire Sextapes

He leaned closer to the bars, lowering his voice. "I don’t know exactly who yet, but I’ve got suspicions. The evidence they’re throwing at me—it’s too clean, too convenient. It’s like they’re tying a bow around my guilt."

Cara studied him carefully, her sharp gaze combing his features for any hint of deception. Yet his desperation seemed genuine. "You think this is more than just bad luck, huh?"

"I know it is," Travis insisted, his voice trembling with fervor. "Look, I don’t have all the pieces yet, but if anyone can figure this out, it’s you. You’re damn good at this, and I trust you won’t let an innocent man rot in here."

[This guy doesn’t know you actually wanted him locked up,] Hagrit chimed in.

’Yeah, I did want him locked up.’

[Did? You’re having second thoughts?]

’I’m still working that part out.’

Cara tilted her head, weighing his plea. "Alright, let’s say you’re right. What exactly do you need me to do? Your father’s got lawyers and fixers at his disposal. Why come to me?"

Travis’s grip tightened on the bars. "I need you to dig. My father might manage to clear me of these allegations, but this isn’t just about me, Cara. There’s a bigger game at play. I’ve got this gut feeling—more women are going to die."

Cara’s brow furrowed. ’He’s not lying, Hagrit. He actually thinks some people’s lives are in danger. What if we’re dealing with a serial killer? I can’t just walk away from this.’

[You still haven’t solved Cara’s murder, and now you want to take on another case?]

’I can walk and chew gum at the same time, Hagrit. Solving this might even bring me closer to the bigger picture.’

Cara exhaled sharply. "Fine, I’ll help you," she said, her voice firm. "But you’d better tell me everything, Travis. I don’t do blind missions."

"I swear," he said, a flicker of hope brightening his eyes. "I’ll tell you everything I know."

"Alright," Cara said, crossing her arms. "Let’s start with what you’ve got."

Travis hesitated briefly, then spoke. "Two of the girls who were murdered—recently, they had a sextape leaked online. After that, their social media accounts were flooded with hate comments."

"It’s just a sextape," Cara said, raising a brow. "Why would that cause such an uproar? Don’t people usually love that kind of thing?"

"This wasn’t just any sextape," Travis countered.

"What exactly were they doing?" Cara asked, her tone skeptical. "Something disgusting?"

"They were having sex with a vampire," Travis admitted.

Cara blinked, her expression unreadable. "Really? And people lost their minds over that? Why?"

"You might not know this," Travis said grimly, "but most humans despise the idea of humans intermingling with vampires—especially in a sexual way. I hate it, too, but not enough to kill anyone."

"So, you think the killer targeted them because they slept with a vampire?" Cara asked.

"Not just slept with," Travis corrected, his voice edged with disgust. "It was aggressive, ferocious sex. Plain and simple."

Cara raised a brow. "Have you shared this with the police?"

"No," Travis said, his tone firm. "I don’t trust Sheriff Hader or any of his cops."

"Hmm. But you trust me?" Cara said, arching a brow. "Even after you’ve made me uncomfortable with your perverted little demands?"

Travis’s expression turned somber. "I’m sorry," he said earnestly. "I promise I’ll stop pestering you. And I’ll ignore your friend... unless you change your mind."

"That’ll never happen," Cara said flatly.

"Well," he said with a faint smile, "a guy can hope. But okay, I’ll leave you alone."

Cara studied him for a moment, sensing he was sincere. "I’ll do what I can with the information you’ve given me," she said, "but I’m making no promises."

"I understand," Travis said, his hands still clutching the bars.

As Cara turned to leave, she could feel his eyes burning into her back. She walked through the bullpen with purposeful strides, the sharp clicks of her heels echoing off the tiled floor. Sheriff Hader spotted her immediately, his piercing gaze locking with hers. Without hesitation, he moved toward her, his expression as unreadable as ever.

"I was hoping to see you," Hader said, his voice low but firm. "We need to talk."

"What about, Sheriff?" Cara asked, keeping her tone casual despite her curiosity.

"I’d prefer to discuss it in my office, if you don’t mind," Hader replied, taking her hand gently. Before she could respond, he was already guiding her toward his office.

As Cara stepped inside, her eyes swept across the eggshell-painted walls. The room was modest but carried an air of authority, with six plaques displayed proudly, each a testament to the sheriff’s dedication and accomplishments. Hader walked around his dark mahogany desk and sat down, gesturing for her to take a seat.

"Have a seat, Cara."

She eased into the chair across from him, her posture relaxed, though her mind raced. His uniform’s silver pins made it impossible to read him with her abilities, leaving her feeling slightly off-balance. She decided to cut straight to the point.

"So, why did you want to see me?" Cara asked, careful not to hold his intense gaze for too long.

"Have you remembered anything from that day yet?" Hader asked, leaning forward slightly.

Cara hesitated for a moment before answering, "No. I still don’t know who killed me, but I’m working on it."

"So, you’re investigating?" he asked, his expression carefully neutral.

"Yes, I am," Cara said, meeting his gaze now. "And once I find out who did it, you’ll be the second person I inform."

Hader’s lips quirked in a knowing smirk. "What are the odds of that actually happening? You’re a journalist. I’m pretty sure it would hit the front page of the Hemridge Globe before I even got wind of it."

[Wow, he’s sharp,] Hagrit chimed in Cara’s mind, his tone amused.

Cara smirked slightly. "Either way, you’ll know. That’s what matters. But I don’t want to discuss that anymore. What I do want to know is whether you have anything on Travis."

Hader leaned back in his chair, studying her for a moment before speaking. "Yes, we do. And unlike you, I’m not in the habit of withholding the truth," he said, his tone edged with subtle sarcasm.

Cara couldn’t help but chuckle. "Fair enough. So, what do you have?"

Hader folded his hands on the desk. "Travis was seen leaving the scene of the crime—specifically, the home of the third victim. And his DNA was found on all three of the murdered women."

Cara arched an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. "Don’t you think all of this evidence is purely circumstantial?" she asked, watching as a flicker of frustration crossed his face.

"How do you figure that?" Hader asked, his tone calm but his expression tightening.

"Hear me out," Cara began. "Travis knew these women, right? He had sexual relationships with them on multiple occasions. That explains the DNA. But unless you’ve found the murder weapon, your case doesn’t hold water. Am I wrong?"

Hader’s jaw tightened as he processed her words. His usually unflappable demeanor wavered, just slightly, as though he were hearing a truth he didn’t want to accept.

Cara leaned back in her chair, her tone softening just enough to carry a hint of challenge. "I’m just saying, Sheriff—you’re building a house of cards. And without the weapon, it’s bound to fall apart."