Author's Entry: Candy is bit, part II

Candy walked faster.  The car slowly followed her, narrowed the gap.  The water swished underneath the car's tires, and pittypatted under her boots.  Candy increased he pace.  The car did the same.  Candy started to get angry.  It was the same guy who harassed her at the club. If steam was coming out of Candy's ears, the rains would douse it. 

Candy stopped.  The car stopped, then slowly caught up to her. 

"Come On, baby, I want a happy ending," the driver said.

"Listen, I do do that sort of thing.  If you are that desparate, then I suggest another part of town."

"But it's raining, and your here...I'm here now." The driver opened the door to the passenger side.  "Get in, please."

"No."

"I'm begging."

"No."

"You don't want me to make you, do you?"

"I can beat you up, any night."

"Oh,. yeah?  We'll see about that."  The driver started to open the door. Candy readied herself.  The driver got out, and as he got both feet out the car, he scrambled back in and floored the gas pedal. The passenger side door still open.

Candy was glad, a but shocked. While she knew she could beat him in a physical fight, she didn't think he'd run away like that.

Candy turned around and bumped into a solid form.  "Oh, excuse me," she said instinctively, and looked up.  A pair of long fangs descended upon her.

Fred Jones Entry: Target: Maria Ramos

He is my master. I yearn to serve him, yet I fear him.  He won't transform me into one, yet I want to be transformed.  He has shown me immortality and strength, for the sacrifice of not being able to go out when the sun is up.  Is it really a sacrifice? It is just a matter of adjusting my waking hours.

If I do what he asks of me - commands me - I may yet be transformed. He has given me some powers.  To transform into animals, specifically, a wolf and a bat.  He has injected his genes into my blood.  Although I am not a vampire, and I cannot transform others, I can spread his genes into others - put them under his spell.

He has asked me to put the journalist, Maria Ramos under his spell.  I asked him why - He said it was none of my business - just that he met her at a party.

There she is.  I transformed into a wolf, but I will act like a dog.

She seems fearful, but I will be docile. She will think I am just a large lost dog.  She is searching for identification on me - talking to me like  I am a baby.  I slobber over her, lick her face.  She puts her hand near my mouth. I bite her, and run off.