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time. She was
starving.
    Gene angrily walked through the double glass doors
outside and onto his balcony toward her.   Fumbling for a cigarette, he still didn’t see her standing in the middle
of his yard below.   He cursed under
his breath and grabbed for the lighter on the ledge. Damn. She hated smokers.
They didn’t taste good.
      “Please,
don’t,” she requested from below.   He dropped the cigarettes in surprise. His head snapped in the direction
of her voice and he saw her for the first time.
    Her looks and the fact that she was a woman, confused him. Was she a reporter? His mind raced, his eyes twitching as he
tried to understand.   She didn’t
have a notebook, a purse or anything. What was she doing there? She looked so
calm it was unnerving. “Who the hell are you?” he asked.
      “Why do they
always ask that?” she said, shaking her head to herself, annoyed. She jumped
powerfully up, clearing the twelve feet high distance to land in front of him
on the balcony before he’d even blinked and said, eyes sparkling, “I’m your
worst nightmare.”    He gasped
and fell backwards as she smiled the most terrifying smile he’d ever seen.   Scrambling from the ground, he clumsily
bolted back inside.   She laughed,
picked up his fallen pack of cigarettes and crushed them in her hands.   “God bless them, they always run.” She
watched him heading for his phone.   Quaint.
    She beat him to it.   As he reached for it, it disappeared and she was there, holding it,
smiling like a she-devil. “No one would take your calls, Eugene.   Why keep trying?”
      “Oh my God.
How long have you been watching me?”   he spat out.
    “Too long.   And then I got bored.”   She chucked
the phone out the window and it landed with a thump on the grass below. “I’d
crush it but then people wouldn’t guess suicide. Have to think ahead, you
know.” He rushed about, wild and discombobulated - not knowing what to do,
where to turn. “I’m sure you wished you’d thought ahead didn’t you, when
you forgot the third phone?   Let me
save you and the taxpayers a lengthy trial…”
    She didn’t stop him as he made a break for the stairs. He
scrambled down them clumsily, fear and confusion mounting. She walked out onto
the balcony, jumped down and gracefully hit the ground below. With her right
boot she smashed the glass door and strolled into the living room.    She blocked his exit easily,
standing between him and the front door as he yelled out, stricken and backed
away staring at her. “Hello, Gene, rough day, huh?” She smiled and allowed her
fangs to show.   He fell to the
ground in horror as his brain wrapped around the truth before him.  
      “You’re
real.   Vampires are real.   Oh God, don’t kill me.   Please don’t kill me,” he whimpered.
“Why’d you shatter my door if you want to make it look like a suicide…” he
stalled.
      “That’s what
the sculpture is for.   A four foot high mermaid statue?   Really?   Let’s put that to some use.   It’ll amuse me to read about it in the
news. ‘No good thieving accountant loses shit and throws a weird and ridiculous
mermaid sculpture through window, before swimming into the Pacific Ocean, never
to return.   Never to take what isn’t
his again.’”
      “Pacific
Ocean?” He asked, cowering as he shot a look to a security camera above them.
    She laughed, fangs bared, eyes shining brightly. “I
turned off the security cameras a week ago, Gene.   Gave a nice little cushion of time you
know, to make it look nice and accidental.” She imitated what the cops would
find, “Oops.   What happened to the
cameras? Looks like they must have malfunctioned. Can’t be connected to the
murder though. Nope. Looks like a glitch and nobody caught it. Bad timing, too,
bummer.”   She dropped the smile and
said, deadly serious, “I know I’m female, but I am really good with
computers. I’ve had eternity to study.”
      “Shit.