Fallen Blood by Martin C. Sharlow Read Free Book Online

among the best he could remember, and the morning was slowly becoming the worst. He had to get the two of them off the street, and the SUV was the best place to put them for the moment. Grabbing the second agent, Brian picked him up, and put him over his shoulder. The first one began to stand up, grasping at his chest. Blood was now starting to froth out of his mouth, as he turned and began to stumble away from the scene.

    "Not today pal," Brian threw the man's gun at the retreating agent, cracking him hard against his head and sending the man sprawling to the ground, where he lay face down and unmoving.

    It took only a few minutes for Brian to collect the two and throw them in the back of the SUV, where he to climbed in and shut the doors, just as a garage door across the street began to open. A quick search of the vehicle revealed nothing. It was as if no one had ever used the SUV before as nothing was in the glove compartment, or even on the floor. It was spotless.

    Another search of the two men revealed their ID cards, a bit of money on both, as well as keys. The second agent seemed to be dead. The blow to his head had been a little too hard. Brian had avoided fights most of his life, and to be honest he didn't know his own strength.

    The first agent began to move again as Brian tried to think of what he was going to do now.

    "Who are you people?" Brian flipped the agent over so he could face him. The man coughed pink spittle. "Talk to me, damn you, what's so important about Heather?"

    "You picked the wrong fight, boy."

    "I think you better take a look around and get a clue."

    The agent laughed and spit as he did so. Brian hated it when people laughed at him. They were always so smug about it, and he had to always put up with it, never being able to show them how much more special he was than they. Not today. Today, he wasn't going to put up with it. He hit the agent solidly in the face, in an attempt to wipe the man's smile off. A loud crack erupted from the agent's neck as his head twisted in response to the blow, and brought a sick feeling to Brian's gut, as he realized he had just killed his only source of information.

    "Damn it. Now how am I going to get any answers?" He sat back and studied the two dead men. His entire plan had failed. Two men now lay dead by his hands, and he had not a clue what was going on. Plus, he had to get rid of the bodies and the SUV.

    Could this get any worse? Idly, he licked the first agents blood from his knuckles, and considered where he was going to drop the bodies off at.

Chapter 5

    The sounds of all the various birds hanging around outside filled the house with all their songs. Personally, Brian never liked them very much. Not only were they loud and bothersome, but they were too damn happy sounding in his opinion. Where were all the birds that were depressed? Surely not every bird in the whole world was that damn happy . He wondered what kind of sounds they would be making if the shadow of a hawk, or even a falcon, flew overhead. Would they still sound all chirpy? Too bad he couldn't shape change, like some of those vampires he'd seen in those old movies he used to watch as a kid. Then he could turn into a big hawk and fly around his house for a bit. I bet they would all stop singing at the top of their voices then .

    He shut the kitchen cabinet that he had just filled with possible breakfast foods his guest might want when she woke up. He began to wonder if she were ever going to wake up today. Perhaps he had put her into a coma and he needed to wake her up? After all, he hadn't ever actually told someone to sleep before. Do I have to tell them to wake up? He wasn't sure exactly what he was supposed to do, so he just headed up to see if perhaps she needed a little help in rousing herself. The sight of her laying there was enough to make him forget the reasons he had come up to begin with. There was something angelic about her, the way her hair reflected the sunlight as