“Crazy, right?” Isidor said. “It was like the statue had been the corpse that had chased after Kayla and the boy!”
“Crazy,” Potter whispered and looked at me.
“You don’t know what that could mean, do you?” Isidor asked.
I looked at Potter, who stared back at me.
“Was the statue of a girl?” I asked Isidor.
“No, the statue was of a male, although it was hard to tell as it didn’t really have a face. But it was dressed like a man.”
Hearing this I thought of the nightmare I’d had in which the statue of a male had crawled from some bushes in a wooded area, and asked for someone called Alice.
“We’ve seen one of these statues before,” I told him.
“Where?” Isidor frowned.
“Back at the manor,” I said.
“So why didn’t you say anything?”
“What could I have said? I couldn’t explain why it was there myself,” I answered, but really I had wanted to forget the statue, I was scared that I was becoming one, too.
“What do you think they are?” Isidor asked me.
“I don’t know, Isidor,” I whispered. “I really don’t know.”
Sensing that I was beginning to feel uncomfortable, Potter flicked his cigarette end into the sink and said, “So have you managed to get that camera working yet or not, Einstein?”
Isidor looked away from me and back at the laptop. “Sure, I’ve got it working. Take a look.”
The screen flickered on but only showed a picture of darkness. In the top right-hand corner of the screen was the time and date in neat white text. It had been recorded seven days ago and the time read 23:43hrs. Nothing seemed to be happening on the screen, so Isidor fast-forwarded the image. He stopped the picture at 02:17hrs, when suddenly the image on the screen burst into life. The video showed a wide-angled shot of Emily’s bedroom and I could see her lying asleep on her bed. Even from the angle that the camera had been set at, and the gloom of the room, I could see that she was identical to her sister, Elizabeth. The covers had come away and I could see she was wearing jogging bottoms and a t-shirt. The image had burst into life, because out of camera shot, someone had obviously entered her room and switched on the light. Emily stirred slightly on her bed and rolled over, then fell back to sleep.
Morris McCain then walked into the frame. There was no mistake — it was him. I glanced at Potter then back at the screen and watched as McCain crossed the room and began to shake Emily violently. I could see Emily was stunned or maybe it was shock. Although there was no sound, I could see by McCain’s actions and body language that he was shouting at Emily.
Emily appeared to be motioning him away by waving her hands at McCain and shaking her head. McCain then began to wave his arms and hands in the air and point angrily at Emily. I snatched another quick look at Potter and he looked coldly at what was unfolding before him.
I looked back at the screen and it looked as if Emily was trying to get off the bed. She was shaking her head and trying to move McCain out of her way, who was now standing directly in front of her and shaking his fists in the air. I watched as Emily managed to get free of her bed by pushing McCain in his chest to move him out of her way. McCain then punched Emily straight between the eyes. All of us flinched in our seats. Emily stumbled backwards, landed on her bed, then rolled off onto the floor. I watched as she shook her head wearily from side to side, as she tried to fight off oncoming unconsciousness.
Watching the video made me feel sick. I stared as McCain then set about Emily in a frenzy of kicks and punches. He repeatedly punched Emily about her head and I struggled to hold back my tears as I watched Emily desperately try to fight him off. She paddled her arms in a vain attempt to protect herself. Then, sitting astride her on the floor, McCain began to change. It was his hands that I first noticed. They seemed to grow into the shape of giant paws. His back arched and his clothes began to fall away in strips as his body took on the shape of a giant wolf. McCain rolled his head back, as his neck began to thicken, and his slicked, black hair which covered his head, started to cover him. His already bulbous nose twitched then protruded from his face forming a wet snout. Raising his giant paws into the air, he opened his vicious-looking jaws and lunged at Emily who lay beneath him. From the amount of blood that jetted from her and splashed the walls, her death was quick and within moments she had stopped struggling and lay motionless on the floor of her bedroom.
“That fucking animal,” Potter hissed.
Emily was dead, her eyes wide open. I looked at the screen and I felt goose flesh run up my back as I looked into her eyes. She had died looking straight up at her secret camera. It was like she lay there staring straight into
We continued to watch as McCain leapt from Emily and stood there looking down at her for a short time, his giant tail swishing back and forth. He then sauntered out of camera shot, leaving Emily dead on the floor. Isidor forwarded the video again until McCain re-entered the bedroom. This time he was back in his human form, but someone or something had returned to the room with him.
“What the fuck is that?” Potter said, squinting at the screen.
“It looks like some kinda elf with a melted face,” Isidor suggested.
“That’s a small boy,” I gasped. “It’s a boy who’s suffered horrific burns to his face and hands.”
“This just keeps getting weirder and weirder,” Potter said. “I thought the world was pretty screwed up before it got pushed — but this takes the piss.”
We watched as the small boy with the burns yanked the blankets from Emily’s bed. Together, McCain and the boy laid them out on the floor. Then between them, they rolled Emily face down onto the blankets and covered her. They then rolled her over until she was wrapped tightly. McCain then took one end of Emily, and the boy took the other. They then carried her out of camera shot.
There was nothing else recorded on the camera. Isidor switched it off and turned to look at me, his face ashen. “What now?” he asked me.
“We go and rip that fucking arsehole’s lungs out,” Potter cut in.
“No!” I snapped and raised my hand. “We can’t do that. It won’t solve anything. We need to do this by the book if we are going to get justice for Emily and her sister Elizabeth.”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” Potter spat, “but there doesn’t seem to be too much justice in this new world that we now find ourselves in.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I told him. “We follow the rules and do it properly.”
“I was wondering when Kiera’s rule book was going to come out,” Potter sighed. “When are you going to get it, huh? These animals don’t follow any rules — they’re nothing but dog shit.”
“Kiera’s right,” Isidor said. “We should tread carefully — we don’t want people to find out what we really are…”
“Says the Terminator impersonator!” Potter growled at him. “I should’ve guessed that you would side with Kiera. Why don’t you show some backbone for once…”
“It has nothing to do with what Kiera thinks or about how much backbone I have,” Isidor said, jumping up from his seat. “In case you’ve forgotten, my sister is trapped in that school with that animal. And if it hadn’t have been for Kayla’s backbone, you wouldn’t even have that tape. So back off, Potter, because you’re beginning to get on my fucking nerves!”
“Okay, enough already,” I said. “This constant bitching isn’t going to get us anywhere, nor is crashing into that school and killing McCain.”
“So what do you suggest?” Potter snapped. “We sit and wait for McCain and the Munchkin lookalike to rip apart another young woman?”
“No,” I said staring back at him. “We take this video to Banner and…”
“Are you for real, sweetcheeks?” Potter barked. “You said yourself that Banner was a waste of space. If we go marching into his station with that video, he is going to make us feel about as welcome as a fart in an elevator!”
“We have to try, Potter,” I snapped. “Isidor is right. We can’t risk revealing who and what we truly are. This place is messed up enough without throwing Vampyrus and half-breeds into the mix. We take the camera down to Banner and if he’s not willing to help us…”
