The Bakeneko: A Lawson Vampire Short Story by Jon F. Merz – Part Three

The Bakeneko: A Lawson Vampire Short Story
By Jon F. Merz

Part Three

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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