I spun around and spotted the figure stepping toward us, seeming as an apparition gliding through the air. Coveton took the form of a man half my age, with dull red hair and opaque skin. He wore a sports tee shirt and shorts, which seemed bizarre for a child of the night. As he continued his pace, his countenance changed and softened, taking a more human palette, possibly a spell for the sake of the woman beside me. What an amazing creature he was!
“What is he doing here?” he said, with a tone that boomed against my eardrums like the voice of a preacher.
“I have come for you, Coveton. I know what you are and I’m here to put an end to this.”
He peered at me with dead black holes.
“Know who I am? Put an end to what? Emily, what is he talking about?”
Emily suddenly burst out – “he thinks you’re a vampire.”
Before my hands could reach out to stop her, she rushed into the arms of Coveton. Her yellow hair fell against his face, hiding all but his eyes that pierced through the distance and carried with them dire words.
“You will die tonight, old man,” I heard in my head. He was using some sort of telepathy to implant his thoughts in my brain.
Whereas this threat would make a normal man run in fear, I was not here to succumb to his intimidation. I dropped my bag to the ground, opened it, and removed the large silver crucifix and wooden stake.
“Emily, go inside and wait for me,” Coveton said. He let out a cough.
“Should I call the police,” she said, pulling away and starting toward the house.
“No,” he yelled. “That won’t be necessary. He’s just confused. There’s no need to get anyone else involved.”
I brandished the crucifix up and marched toward Coveton. He recoiled slightly, taking several steps backward, feet shuffling against the dirt and grass.
“Of course he doesn’t want the police here. He wants nothing to stand in the way of drinking our blood. But I won’t allow it, not while there is still life left in this body.”