The Bakeneko: A Lawson Vampire Short Story by Jon F. Merz – Part Twenty-One

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

Part Twenty-One

I stood and looked over my shoulder at Higashi.  He shook his head, and then walked out on the verandah to light a cigarette.  I joined him.

“Giant cats,” he said after taking a long drag on the butt.

“The world is a crazy place.  Full of strange things.”

He blew out a trail of smoke.  “Cats in Japanese history…we’ve always believed they had magical abilities.  Split-tail cats, shape-shifting cats…you name it, we’ve got them embedded in our culture.  But I never thought I’d see it become a reality.”

“Maybe you could just write it up as something else.”

“Like what?”

I shrugged.  “A bear attack?”

Higashi eyed me.  “That would be lying.”

“Think of it more as keeping a secret that people don’t want to know about anyway.”

He took another drag on his cigarette.  “What about you?  What will you tell the parents of the Canadian man who was murdered?”

I looked out into the night.  The rain continued to fall.  “We understand bears back home a whole lot better than we understand shape-shifting cats.  It’s probably a lot easier to just let them think one thing over the other.”

Higashi nodded.  “That seems to be the case with a lot these days.”

“Oh?”

Higashi smiled and sucked on his cigarette.  “You’ll be leaving soon?”

“Nothing more for me to do here.”

Higashi finished his butt, turned, and shook my hand.  “In that case, it’s been a pleasure meeting you.  I’d better get back to the station and summon some help to get this cleaned up.”  He started to walk down the gravel path.  “Oh, by the way…”. He looked back at me.  “Be sure to say hello to your colleague.”

“My colleague?”

“Yes, the nice man from the Canadian embassy who came here two days ago.  Just before you arrived.  Mister Anderson, I think his name was.”  His smile deepened.  “But I’m sure you know all about him.  Don’t you, Lawson-san?”

I started to say something, but then Higashi merely waved, turned, and walked back down the path.  Back to his world.

And soon enough, I’d be back in mine.

THE END

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

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

Part Twenty

I walked over to the white cat and squatted down next to it.It looked like Kiyoko had donned a cat Halloween costume.She looked up at me and smiled as blood ran from her mouth and stained her whiskers.

“Lawson-san.So…you see me as I am…at last.”

I nodded.“But I don’t know what you are.”

“And yet you don’t seem surprised.Perhaps…” Her voice trailed off as she tried to gather the strength.“Perhaps…you are more accustomed to oddities of nature than I thought?”

I glanced around.Higashi stood by the entrance of the house, surveying the scene, a look of disbelief on his face. 

I looked back at Kiyoko quickly and let my fangs extend for the briefest of moments before retracting them again.Her eyes widened and then she merely smiled.

“I wondered.”

I nodded.“I’ve seen many things but nothing like you.”

“We came from India through China and Korea many centuries ago.Japan offered us the isolation we needed.But our numbers have dwindled.Our birth rates plummeted.I never knew why.There are few of us left.The change only begins once you are older.In recent years, more of my kind started falling victim to psychotic episodes.Instead of growing into our abilities, they caused members of my race to lash out and start killing.”She looked over at the striped cat.“That is what befell Saigo.At first it was only blood that he craved.And then tonight…”Her voice trailed off.“Well, you saw the results of his handiwork.I tried to bargain with him.Help him.But he saw it as a threat and attacked me instead.”She glanced down.“And he did a marvelous job of ensuring I won’t live much longer.”

“What can I do?”

She smiled.“Let me die with dignity.I am old anyway…and should have shuffled along years ago.But I was kept here by my promise to look after Saigo.”

“What are you called?”

Kaibyo,” said Kiyoko.“And in the case of my family line, bakeneko…shapeshifters of the cat species.Maybe you’ve heard of werewolves?”

“Maybe.”

“We were always better,” she said with a smile and a sigh.“Now…at last, my time has come.Thank you for listening.”

A paw reached out and covered my hand.It felt warm to the touch and as I looked back up, Kiyoko’s eyes rolled back and she shifted completely into the form of a cat.I watched as her body shrank to half its size, amid the pool of blood and gore, her white fur stained a dark crimson brown.

She was gone.

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

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

Part Nineteen

As I approached, the light from within threw shadows up against the shoji screens and I paused in mid-step.  There was an image of one creature standing on its hind legs swiping at another creature also stood on its hind legs.

Not one cat.

But two.

I kicked my way through the front door and before me stood the two cats locked in battle.  They circled and swiped the air with vicious claws that looked like they could disembowel a man with one glancing blow.  The cat on the left was covered in white fur tinged with silver while the cat on the right was striped like a tiger.  It was also showing blood on its coat.  Was this the creature that I’d shot in the forest?

I didn’t have time to think because they leapt and crashed all around the house, tearing it apart completely.  Both of them snarled, swiped, and bit at the other.  Spittle and blood stained the air and every wall as the battle increased. 

And then striped cat caught the white one across its belly with a single horrible swipe.  The white cat fell away with a howl that made my ears cringe.

The striped cat then turned to me and hissed.  I saw a mouth full of fangs that dripped with blood.  Its eyes bore into mine and then it leapt right at me.

I fired.

And kept shooting until the magazine was empty and I heard the click of the hammer falling on an empty chamber. 

The striped cat sprawled on the floor, bleeding from all the gunshot wounds.  I watched as its lungs heaved and then finally stopped.

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