Chapter 19
“We need to find Zwick,” Sonya said. “He has to be around here somewhere. He has to be aware of what’s been going on.”
“Do you think he might be in his office at this time of night?”Dr.Ang said.
“We’ll go and find out.”
Sonya led the way to Zwick’s office. With soft steps they walked through the hall, an acrid smell reaching them as they closed in on the producer’s office. They reached his door, looked at one another and silently nodded. They stormed in.
“Oh, my Goodness,” Sonya let out.
“Well, I’ll be,” Dr.Ang said.
“Plot twist,” April muttered.
Zwick sat in his office chair, but he wasn’t alone. He also wasn’t alive.
Connie had said that no vampire wanted his blood, but apparently one vampire was willing to give it a try. The large bat standing over him seemed to lack the disdain the other vampires had.
“Game over, Bat,” Sonya called out as she approached the large creature.
He was big, even bigger than she’d thought. Up close, just feet away from him, she suddenly felt so small and frail.
“Careful, Sonya,” Dr.Ang said as the Bat turned to her, its fangs bloodied and ready for another victim.
He left Zwick and straightened to his full height. His bat ears almost touched the ceiling. He towered over Sonya, the breadth of his shoulders and chest hinting at the power within.
She was no longer confident that they could take him down, even three against one.“You’ve just killed your cash cow,” Sonya said as April inched her way around to his left.“Zwick owns this studio. Why would you get rid of him?”
The Bat looked at her, confused. She hoped to keep him distracted long enough for Dr.Ang to circle around to his right. The Bat remained focused on Sonya, barely aware of the other two.
April held her sword out, ready.
“There’s no point going on with this charade, with this mask that you wear,” Sonya said. “We know who you are. There’s no place left to hide. It’s all in the report that Baker filed.”
The creature, its stained fangs visible as it looked at Sonya, cocked its head to one side as it tried to understand the words she spoke.
“The FBI agent, Rhonda Baker. You thought you’d killed her, right? Well, you didn’t. She’s alive and she’s written a detailed report about you. Your time is up.”
“No,” the Bat said. “She’s dead. I drained her of every last drop. When I left her, she was drier than Death Valley in July.”
“You are mistaken. You misjudged.”
The Bat took a step back. Its leathery skin shriveled up and peeled away, leaving human skin. He took on a human form. Nearly nude, he stood there, a man. A man with little defenses.
“I don’t believe you,” he growled. “I never misjudge.”
Sonya smiled. Without the added protection of its leathery armor, he would be an easy kill.
“What are you talking about?”the Bat shouted, desperate for answers.
The near human changed and morphed. He was monstrous one moment and stylishly attractive the next. He finally ended his transformation, resuming his true identity; a man Sonya knew.
