"That's a good question,” I
admitted.
"I think it's aliens,” Karl stated seriously. “They're bored of abducting and butt probing humans, so now they've moved on to Inhumans.” He paused, probably waiting for our applause. Instead, he found both Toby and I simply staring at him in awe. “What?” he said, lifting his arms. “Area 51 is just down the road! That's UFO central, baby. It makes sense to me!" "Karl,” I said exasperated. I couldn't even finish the scolding. Toby scooted closer on the couch and patted me on the thigh. “What do you think, Rosy?" "I think...” I ran my hand through my hair while I processed the details in my brain. A thought occurred to me. “I think we need to recover the Vampires’ bodies from that nest." Toby took a moment, but nodded in agreement. “Thinking fun with science?" I smiled. “It's dissection time, kids." "I don't want to cut open a dead suckhead. That's freakin’ gross.” Karl slid off the couch and started toward the bathroom. “I think I'm gonna hark." Chapter It was cool, yet unforgiving in its hardness. Making no false presumptions of its use, it simply stood quietly in the center of the room. Running my hands over the perfect silver surface of the examination table, I couldn't ease the feeling of dread that tugged at me. I wondered how many humans and Inhumans this table had supported with their bodies unceremoniously sliced open in the pursuit of justice. Certain the number was staggering, I stepped away. The autopsy lab resided deep within the Brimstone building. Despite how well lit the room was it still seemed as if darkness clung to this place, like the very hand of death hovered just below the ceiling. The fluorescent bulbs above buzzed as they spilled their harsh green-hued light over the lab's sterile veneer. Mint green counters, matching the tile on the floor, occupied every flat surface. My gaze wandered the floor until it settled on a large, silver drain in the center. It was where they washed the blood and chunks of flesh that spilled on the floor. I wasn't entirely certain why this room unsettled me so. It was a room like any other, yet its purpose seemed undeniably macabre. Perhaps it was because this room's function was bound unbreakably to death.
As if fingers had snapped, an epiphany explained my fear. As a Vampire, I had been the cause of death more times than I wished to remember, but there was something different in facing my own mortality. I've never done so, nor would I hopefully have to anytime soon. Yet this room reminded me that all things must end. Even for me. Someday I would die. There was no escaping that. I didn't want to think about it anymore. Luckily, Dr. Yazgren walked through the double doors just in time to take my mind off it. Yazgren, known around the office as “Yaz,” was a short, portly man with an obvious Asian pedigree. A traditionally trained Shaman, Yaz had also completed medical school making him one of the few Inhumans capable of treating both humans and Inhumans. A Sudis Demon, Yaz was basically human in
"I think it's aliens,” Karl stated seriously. “They're bored of abducting and butt probing humans, so now they've moved on to Inhumans.” He paused, probably waiting for our applause. Instead, he found both Toby and I simply staring at him in awe. “What?” he said, lifting his arms. “Area 51 is just down the road! That's UFO central, baby. It makes sense to me!" "Karl,” I said exasperated. I couldn't even finish the scolding. Toby scooted closer on the couch and patted me on the thigh. “What do you think, Rosy?" "I think...” I ran my hand through my hair while I processed the details in my brain. A thought occurred to me. “I think we need to recover the Vampires’ bodies from that nest." Toby took a moment, but nodded in agreement. “Thinking fun with science?" I smiled. “It's dissection time, kids." "I don't want to cut open a dead suckhead. That's freakin’ gross.” Karl slid off the couch and started toward the bathroom. “I think I'm gonna hark." Chapter It was cool, yet unforgiving in its hardness. Making no false presumptions of its use, it simply stood quietly in the center of the room. Running my hands over the perfect silver surface of the examination table, I couldn't ease the feeling of dread that tugged at me. I wondered how many humans and Inhumans this table had supported with their bodies unceremoniously sliced open in the pursuit of justice. Certain the number was staggering, I stepped away. The autopsy lab resided deep within the Brimstone building. Despite how well lit the room was it still seemed as if darkness clung to this place, like the very hand of death hovered just below the ceiling. The fluorescent bulbs above buzzed as they spilled their harsh green-hued light over the lab's sterile veneer. Mint green counters, matching the tile on the floor, occupied every flat surface. My gaze wandered the floor until it settled on a large, silver drain in the center. It was where they washed the blood and chunks of flesh that spilled on the floor. I wasn't entirely certain why this room unsettled me so. It was a room like any other, yet its purpose seemed undeniably macabre. Perhaps it was because this room's function was bound unbreakably to death.
As if fingers had snapped, an epiphany explained my fear. As a Vampire, I had been the cause of death more times than I wished to remember, but there was something different in facing my own mortality. I've never done so, nor would I hopefully have to anytime soon. Yet this room reminded me that all things must end. Even for me. Someday I would die. There was no escaping that. I didn't want to think about it anymore. Luckily, Dr. Yazgren walked through the double doors just in time to take my mind off it. Yazgren, known around the office as “Yaz,” was a short, portly man with an obvious Asian pedigree. A traditionally trained Shaman, Yaz had also completed medical school making him one of the few Inhumans capable of treating both humans and Inhumans. A Sudis Demon, Yaz was basically human in