Out For Blood 21

Gregg had to admit she was right; he didn’t want that lot chasing him around the woods again. He went over to the desk and pulled open one of the drawers, he then took out his own gun which Hal had put there hours earlier, he checked it was still loaded. Then placing Hals’ gun on the desk he sat in the chair and put on his other boot, first checking inside it. ‘Hey, where’s my cell-phone?’ he asked.

Jill pointed to the crushed pieces by the cell door. ‘I found it lying next to you after I hit you with the car; somehow he knew I had it.’ She said indicating towards Hal.

Gregg then picked up the phones receiver.
‘I tried that already, it’s dead.’ Said Jill.
He put it down then took a leather wallet from out of the drawer and taking out his ID he passed it to Jill. ‘Are you Satisfied now?’ he said.

‘Okay, so you are Gregg Pierroni, but you have some explaining to do.’
‘Fine, but first I want some answers of my own! Who are you for starters?’

‘I’m Jill Gordon, and that,’ she indicated to the girl lying in the cell. ‘Is Vicky Meredith. We were on our way to Richmond when you decided to run into the road. Then Super-cop of the fucking year here decided to haul us in.’

Vicky was still motionless on the cell floor and Hal was stood holding the bars, his face pressed between them staring at Jill and Gregg.

Gregg walked over to him. ‘What the fuck was that with the rain?’
Hal smiled. ‘You can’t guess?’
Gregg pointed his gun at Hals’ head and chambered one of the rounds. ‘I’m just not in the mood for guessing games right now! What the fuck was it?’

‘You my little buddy, are one of us now!’
‘What do you mean “one of us”?’
‘Chupacabra,’ he hissed. Then showed his huge white teeth as he smiled.
Greggs’ eyes narrowed. ‘And just what the fuck is—.’

‘No fucking way.’ Interrupted Jill. ‘You gotta be shittin me!’
Gregg turned to face her. ‘What? What’s a chubwaccarawarra?’
Jill moved over to Gregg. ‘Chupacabra Gregg,’ she said correcting him, and then glanced over to Hal. ‘That would explain why you didn’t die when I hit you with the car.’

‘Fine!’ Gregg neared his face to Jills’. ‘But what the fuck is it?’

She moved over to the desk and sat on its edge. ‘I did a paper on this at high school a few years ago, it actually got me an “A star”. Which was cool!’ She then recited what she could remember from her paper.

"Chupacabra is a cryptid rumored to inhabit parts of the Americas. It was associated with sightings of an allegedly unknown animal in Puerto Rico, Mexico, and the United States.’ She said counting them off on her fingers. ‘Especially in the latter's Latin American communities. The name comes from the animals’ reported habit of attacking and drinking the blood of livestock."

She then stood upright from the desk, folded her arms and said matter-of-factly. ‘Gregg… you’re a fucking Vampire!’ Her words punctuated by a loud clap of thunder directly overhead.

‘Bullshit!’ Laughed Gregg. ‘No such fucking thing as Vampires.’ He looked over at Hal who raised his eyebrows as if to say... “Ya wanna bet?”

Gregg was still looking at Hal when he heard the cock of a hammer directly behind him. He turned to see Jill pointing Hals' gun at his head. ‘You are kidding right?’ he said.

Jill raised an eyebrow. ‘Do I look like I’m kidding?' she indicated to the wet floor of the open cell. 'Place the gun on the floor, and kick it into the rain.’