THE HERO'S SON IS A MONSTER-Chapter 67: Vampire

I was one of those who used to watch investigation channels all day. It was mostly to have a background noise when using my phone but I did learn a few things from them. Errors I shouldn’t make if I didn’t want to be caught too easily for instance.

Which is why I was utterly baffled when I realized the only conclusion she reached was that she should wrap the body in a blanket and drag it to her basement. Like, seriously? That was like willingly stopping on the ’go to jail’ case in Monopoly!

Each move I made was worse than the last and trivial compared to the following. You know about that – trying to fix a thing you care about again and again even when you know it is pointless. You just make it worse and worse because you can’t stop yourself when you don’t have what it takes to repair it.

And here, I was trying to fix her life.

At that moment, I could understand the horror some killers must have felt. Make of that what you will, but I wished I had planned to kill this girl from the very beginning. I would probably have made fewer errors if that was the case . Well, that was what I was thinking about when she noticed something.

For some reason, I felt as if the corpse was looking at me.

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"Greetings."

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Blood drained from my face. I stayed silent, paralyzed. The girl I shot in the head a few minutes earlier had just started talking out of nowhere. She tilted her head and stared at me with what could be only described at puzzlement. It was like she was observing a funny animal who fell into her trap.

"Hypothesis. Could you perhaps be the owner of this house?"

That was her first question. The corpse (?) looked around the room before turning to me, with a little smile. Either I was getting crazy or this vampire was still alive but I wasn’t sure which it was so I decided to ask.

"Huh..."

"Serial killer?" the vampire girl asked with so much calm that it was eerie.

"...eh?" I mumbled to herself. I instinctively looked around the room to see what she was talking about, before understanding what she was actually asking me: "Are you a serial killer?"

"...No," I replied. Why would she think that?

"You sure? What about those weapons?"

She pointed at the wall on my right side. Here weapons of all kinds were hanged but they were just common uncanny blades used at my school. Well, not that I could say that to her, so I just kept silent.

"Hm, I see, I see," the vampire girl said, pushing her glasses upward.

What does she see? I asked myself. I sure hoped the girl didn’t reach a weird conclusion. Though I wouldn’t have been surprised if she did.

The girl pointed to the wall on my left side, "What are those? Did you take them from someone?"

"..."

Again, I couldn’t say anything. On that shelf some organs were kept in transparent containers but I also used those at school. It wasn’t as if I wanted them to be here. That’s just how strange my school was. Truly!

But well, even I had a hard time convincing myself of that so I kept silent again.

The vampire girl nodded and slowly got up. In panic, I pointed at her with my revolver again.

"Stay where you are!" I warned but the vampire didn’t seem to listen at all.

"A teenage girl with a firearm in an apartment which belongs to no one in particular. Skilled at handling corpses, finding them beautiful, exposing them like trophies. Then, when they whither, she takes their organs using her wide collection of blades and exposes them for eternity."

The girl got closer and closer simply uttering sentences in rapid succession as if they escaped her before stopping just before me.

"How twisted," she simply said, her red cast downward towards me. That’s when I realized the vampire girl was quite taller than me.

I couldn’t shoot. I felt I was in danger, but I couldn’t shoot. It was as if she owned the place and was just an insect. I don’t know if it was because of her incorrect but understandable conclusion or the fact she just raised from the dead but I felt powerless. There was a vampire unable to be killed by a bullet and thinking I was a serial killer. I couldn’t object if she just sucked me dry right there.

The vampire girl put her hands on my shoulders. I felt an urge to run away, but my legs wouldn’t move. In the past, I already found myself in life-threatening situations but never before my legs let me down. I was a coward, I should have been able to run away, but I couldn’t. Maybe that vampire girl had hypnotized me? I heard some vampires could do that. If that was the case, I just had to give up. My hands were growing weaker and just when I was about to drop my gun, the vampire girl took my hands and smiled.

"Hey, I always wanted to meet a serial killer! Request. Could you give an autograph, please?!" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Her eyes were shining like a kid lost in a toy shop who didn’t yet realize their parents were missing. Everything about her has changed, she was no longer the heavy presence walking towards me earlier, she was a fan-girl who could suddenly talk to that star she never imagined she could even approach. Needless to say, I was confused.

"Can you talk to me about your former victims? Was there a profile? Confidence. I would be really honored to hear that I was right into your strike zone! So was I? Do you usually kill girls like me? I don’t smell much human blood here, that must mean you are super skilled when it comes to washing blood! How do you do that? What do you use? I—"

*gunshot*

I shot her again. This time it was in the chest. She touched the zone of the impact with a dumbfounded expression. Blood was starting to stain her already red pullover, giving it a darker hue.

"Eh~..."