The vampyre:- Part 10( 13th July,2008)

Hi, this is Zack…Zack Maverick, sergeant Blaine’s friend, although he preferred the word colleague. It’s all so much confusing and unclear that I am unable to get to a final conclusion. The way everything happened makes me shudder.
I must submit here the chronology of everything that happened to my friend…my mentor.

28th June
For the last few weeks, complaints of some people getting kidnapped and some being bitten by unseen pests were reported in the Rontec locality.
On 28th Sergeant busted the Vampire cult residing in the old castle. Those people were indulged in all sorts of inhuman activities. Blood slurping, sacrifices and all.
He had a great discussion with the cult leader, lasting some hours. We were unaware of the matter they discussed, but it was sure that the leader didn’t speak anything pleasant. Sergeant slapped him on the face before he left.
The whole night the man did not eat, neither he drank but kept smiling behind the bars. Occasionally injuring his lips and then trying to lick the oozing blood.

29th June
Thousands of bloodthirsty, menacing vampire bats were poisoned to save the town from any lurking danger of rabies or plague. As far as our records are concerned the remaining cult members were tracked down and were arrested.
They will be prosecuted for their barbaric acts.

30th June
The headquarters for his commitment and bravery rewarded Officer Blaine.

1st July
He was asked to carry on further investigation with me. The cult people were sent to the prison.

In between he was out of touch that led me to believe that he was on leave.

6th July
He sent in his resignation letter, which was not accepted. I was asked to check in and see if my partner is okay. I tried to contact after my duty hours were over, but in vain.

8th July
I tried to contact him early. He asked me to come over, but when I came, he was out with his doctor friend Maurice. I left back the note “I was here…” duly signed by me.

11th July
We got another complaint from a resident of Rontec locality, but this time of some foul odour, which she suspected to be of some dead animal. We had earlier reports that one pet dog was killed on 3rd July.

12th July
Sergeant called up. He reported a murder.
When we arrived, we found him in the lobby in an intoxicated state, with perhaps a drug overdose. He looked horribly pale. He was injured too. The shirt he wore was completely drenched in blood; we later found that it was Miss Nicholson’s. An ambulance was called for help.

Later
In the evening, after a great search, we discovered the corpses of reporter Ana Nicholson in the castle and that of Dr. Maurice in the backyard. It’s sure that someone had tried to provide it a grave or may be he wanted the police to notice it with little effort.
We found the doctor’s mobile near a flowerpot with sergeant’s fingerprints on them and also we discovered many syringes, which were perhaps used for illegal drug intake.

The reports conclude that there was a high amount of heroin in officer Blaine’s blood.
And the forensic evidence suggests that the murderer is he.
He has not spoken since this morning.
We are unsure if his mental stability still exists or not.

I am unable to convince myself that why???
What led this hearty man to rely on drugs?
Why did he kill his closest friends?
There are no reasons.

13th July
Officer Blaine was declared mentally unfit and was stripped off his position. He may be charged with homicide and it is a possibility that he will be sent to an asylum.

I am not satisfied, and after visiting this place through his seized laptop, I am confident that what we see is not always the truth.
Firstly, there are no concrete reasons for the murders. Secondly, I am unable to get to the core of this case of ‘chits’. He has mentioned that he received chits, but we did not recover any, except the one, which he had clutched hard to his heart and is duly mentioned here by him. Thirdly, we had no news from the prison people if the cult leader was there or not. It’s only today evening that they have confirmed their arrival. And finally, all these days, my friend was on high drug dosage and in such a state the mind loses ability to think properly, so it is almost impossible that he cooked up this story and wrote it here.
Let’s see if I can get to the core of the things.
First I have to meet him. I have got an appointment for day after tomorrow.
I will try my best to make him speak, not to a cop but to a friend.