The Bakeneko: A Lawson Vampire Short Story by Jon F. Merz – Part Three
The Bakeneko: A Lawson Vampire Short Story
By Jon F. Merz
Niles’ report detailed a couple of suspicious deaths that had happened in a small town northwest of Kyoto called Satoshima. Supposedly, the corpses had been drained of blood. And there was a witness – an elderly woman – who swore to police investigators that she had seen a giant cat stalking the woods nearby. I was going in impersonating a Canadian consulate official since one of those killed was Canadian. Niles’ directive was simple: ascertain if one of our people was hunting humans illegally and, if so, deal with it.
Deal with it, in my case, meant putting a couple of wooden-tipped rounds into their chest to make sure they never compromised our race ever again.
That’s what I do. I’m a Fixer.
Supposedly, I was born into this profession. Destined for the Service; a whispered rumor that existed only in the shadows until such a time as my skills were needed to safeguard the existence of a race of living vampires.
We’ve been around for millennia; a strange offshoot of evolution that broke away and ingested blood way back in history until the life-force contained therein altered us a bit from our human cousins. Those legends? The myths? They’re blown way out of proportion, but they come in handy. Only one of them has any truth to it: wood kills us.
Everything else is pretty much junk. I happen to love garlic. I can gargle holy water if I want to.
But wood? Dangerous.
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