Tears of No Return

by David Bernstein

  Melanie would never have a funeral; her loved ones would never know what happened to her. Her family would call the police, report her missing. They would look for her, put up missing person flyers, but Melanie’s disappearance would go as an unsolved case, haunting those who loved her forever.

  Karen had to make it through this, if not for anything else than to give Melanie’s family closure. She might not ever be able to reveal the entire truth, because the people that were after Karen would never relent. She knew this for certain.

  “She was an instrument,” McKlintock said. He held the gun at his side, staring at Karen as if he’d simply disposed of trash. “I tried to make this easier on you, but it’s better this way. No more wondering what’s going to happen to her and no more guessing what kind of people we are. No more bullshit. I hope I’ve made myself clear. You do what I tell you and things will go smoothly. If not...”

  Karen looked from Melanie’s body to McKlintock. Pressure, as if a valve had been turned, was building in Karen’s head. At first, she thought it might be a headache, another gift-inducing one, but this was different. The pressure she was feeling was rage. She had never wanted to harm someone so badly in her life. No, not merely harm, kill. If Karen had her way, Agent McKlintock would be a dead man. Only hard reasoning kept her from charging at his throat. Dead or alive, they would take from her what they had wanted from Josh. Josh had had to burn his insides, destroy every cell, so that they couldn’t use his remains. Fighting these men would do no good.

  “Karen,” McKlintock said. “Get in the fucking car.”

  She began walking toward the car. A man’s voice sounded from behind. “Gentlemen, is there a problem?” the man said.

  Karen turned to see the strange man that had been sitting at the end of the bar. What the hell was he doing here? She couldn’t take another innocent person getting killed.

  “Everything’s…” Karen began, hoping to get the guy out of the area, but McKlintock fired his weapon.

  The gun chirped, sending a bullet into the stranger’s head. A small hole appeared just below the man’s hairline. He went down fast, collapsing onto the ground.

  “No!” screamed Karen.

  “Sir,” one of the men said. “I suggest we leave now.”

  “Karen,” McKlintock said. “Bodies are piling up because you aren’t moving fast enough. What do I have to do? Burn down this hick bar with everyone in it?”

  Karen was staring at the dead man; another casualty. How long could she keep blaming others, telling herself that she wasn’t responsible, before she cracked? Did the guy have a family? Would they suffer the same unknown fate as Melanie? She felt the anger within herself beginning to fade, replaced with a sadness that would surely bring on the waterworks, which she needed to avoid at all costs. Continuing to stare at the dead man, as if transfixed by a spell, Karen heard him speak. Startled, her eyes grew wide. No, she hadn’t physically heard him; she’d read his mind. He was still alive. The man was in pain, but conscious, pretending to be dead, and very much pissed off.

  Karen focused on the men in the matching suits. She had no idea what was happening, but wanted no part in revealing that the man on the ground was still alive. But how could he be alive? His brains had exploded out of the back of his head. She looked at Melanie again, trying to read her mind, but received nothing. Needing to know, she stared back at the man on the ground, her mouth agape as he began rising to his feet. Horrified, she continued to watch, unable to comprehend what she was witnessing. She closed her eyes, squeezing them tightly before re-opening them. The man was up, standing as if nothing had happened to him.

  McKlinotck yelled commands, but Karen barely heard him. She was in shock, remembering what she had heard in the stranger’s mind when she was in the bar.

  The two men in suits turned around quickly. One took aim, but the stranger moved fast, like a blur, and swiped at the man, removing his arm from the elbow down. Blood spewed from the stump as the agent screamed.

  The other agent reached inside his jacket for his weapon. Like a gazelle, the stranger leaped into the air and landed on the man, straddling him. The stranger opened his mouth, revealing sharp fangs, and sank his teeth into the agent’s neck. Karen’s rescuer, if that’s what he was, tore a large chunk of flesh away. A geyser of blood exploded from the exposed artery.

  The agent with the severed limb hobbled toward McKlintock’s vehicle, leaving a trail of blood behind. “We aren’t prepared for this, for a vampire,” he said.

  The stranger sprang up and sailed through the air, landing on the fleeing agent’s back. The force of the impact sent the two tumbling to the ground. The agent extended his arm, and what remained of the other, trying to brace his fall. Karen winced as she heard the man’s good arm snap, the sound echoing through her mind like a crack of thunder. The agent howled in agony, but was quickly silenced when the stranger punched a fist through the back of the man’s neck, ripping out a portion of the spine.

  The black sedan’s engine roared to life and tires screeched across pavement—McKlintock. He was getting away.

  She began sprinting toward the car, but was cut off by the stranger when he landed in front of her. She froze, staring into the man’s blood-splattered face. Backing away slowly, Karen shook her head. “Please, don’t kill me.”

  The man’s eyebrows scrunched together. “Are you all right?”

  Karen looked into his eyes and saw they were gentle, sane again.

  “Miss, are you okay?” The man took a step forward. Karen matched his advance with one in retreat.

  Immediately she dove into his mind, trying to see what his intentions were. She saw he had no desire to kill her and that he was wondering if she was in shock. She began breathing rapidly, her chest feeling as if it were constricted. “I don’t feel so…” she began, but then the world turned dark.

  Chapter 18

  Karen woke in her hotel room. She felt groggy and confused as she glanced around the unfamiliar room. Closing her eyes, she remembered everything: the bar, Melanie’s death, the agents coming after her, and the stranger.

  She sat up, her heart pounding as anxiety soared through her body. Taking deep breaths, she calmed herself, and like a cool glass of iced tea on a hot summer’s day, she felt relieved. It was all a nightmare. Not the part about meeting Josh and having a secret organization after her; those things had happened. They were real. But Melanie dying, and having a strange, supernatural man save Karen was only a dream, or rather, a nightmare. She must have been so exhausted that she simply passed out on the bed after checking in, which meant Melanie was still alive.

  She smiled, putting a hand to her head and laughing. How could she have believed a person could leap into the air like a lion and slaughter trained agents as if they were made of paper?

  She got out of bed, her stomach, amazingly, still full from the rest-stop food. How could that be? Stretching, she felt the muscles in her body tense, then relax. Karen felt good, strong.

  Walking to the bathroom, she stood in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. To her surprise, she was wearing a red T-shirt. She remembered packing one, but not putting it on. Looking down, she noticed she had on a different pair of jeans, too. Her pulse resumed its panicked cadence.

  She leaned on the sink, trying to remember if she had changed after arriving in her room. She must have slipped into new clothes, thinking she was going out to the bar before passing out onto the bed. That was it. She had her answer, and the surge of panic that had begun to fester was quickly exorcised.

  Leaving the bathroom, she looked at the clock radio resting on the nightstand. It was only six a.m. She was used to rising early, but after everything she’d been through, she should have wanted to sleep late. As it was, she felt rejuvenated and decided to take a hot shower before running to get a cup of coffee and breakfast.

  Letting the water run hot, Karen tried relaxing but found little solace. She was alone and that horrible dream was a reassurance tha
t she couldn’t involve anyone else with her problems. As time wore on, a barrage of thoughts flew around inside her head, making her want to scream. She didn’t know where to go or what to do. Josh hadn’t been very helpful in that department during the short time they’d had together. How was she supposed to find an alien ship? It was her against a secret military force with limitless resources.

  She could try disappearing; take a job as a waitress in a small town and start her life anew. But what did she even know about starting over? She would have to find a women’s shelter. If anyone could help her, keep her identity a secret, it would be them.

  She stayed in the shower until her fingers became prunes, matching her toes. She tried thinking back to her time in high school and college when she had learned why that happened. It had something to do with osmosis and the evening out of pressure? She shook her head, unable to remember.

  After shutting off the water and stepping out of the shower, she went to grab one of the towels from the rack and paused. She thought she remembered seeing three last night, but now there was only one. She shook her head again. Man, was her head screwed up. She dried off and then wrapped the towel around her middle.

  Karen turned to exit the bathroom and slammed into something solid. She let out a deafening scream as she realized it was the man from the bar. Retreating, she backed into the sink. It couldn’t be true.

  But it was.

  Chapter 19

  “How are you feeling?” the stranger asked, his voice almost a whisper.

  Karen stared, mesmerized. “No, you can’t be real.”

  “How do you think you arrived back at your motel?” The man leaned casually against the doorway as if everything were normal.

  Karen felt the blood drain from her face. Reaching back, she grabbed the sink for support. The man sprang forward. She let out a scream, putting her hands up protectively. When she didn’t feel the stranger on her, she opened an eye. Peeking under her forearms, she told him to stay the hell away from her.

  “Relax,” the stranger said. He moved aside and motioned for her to pass. “Sit on the bed before you fall down. You don’t look so good.”

  Karen shimmied past. If he had wanted to attack her, he would’ve already. Bending over and putting her head in her hands, she replayed the images from last night’s events. “It was all real, wasn’t it?”

  “Yes,” the man answered, drawing nearer.

  Karen stiffened. “What the hell are you?”

  The man sighed. “It’s a long story.”

  “You’re a vampire,” she blurted, having heard the answer in his head. “No, not a vampire.” Karen was confused. She squinted. “A former vampire. Now something else.” She didn’t know whether to be horrified or amazed. She’d been an avid reader of horror fiction, especially vampire books, but like the rest of the world had never for a second believed them real.

  “My name’s Morgan.” He came closer and held out a hand.

  “Karen,” she said, considering the offer before deciding to shake the stranger’s hand.

  “I might ask you the same question, Karen. What the hell are you?” He smiled. “I felt someone in my head at the bar and now it’s confirmed. That was you, wasn’t it? You’re a mind reader.”

  Silence ensued for a moment. Karen heard Morgan’s thoughts clearly. “I’m running from those people, the ones back at the bar. I’m not, nor have I ever, worked for them,” she said, answering the stranger’s question before he could ask it aloud.

  “You’re definitely reading my mind,” Morgan said.

  “Yes, I am.” Karen wanted to deny it. She didn’t know this man, or whatever he was, but he’d saved her life. She felt as if a burdening weight had been lifted off her soul. It was exhilarating to be able to tell someone about her ability. Staring at the being in front of her, she realized he was special, too; something different, like her. She’d seen him take a bullet to the head and survive. “Please, sit,” she told him, patting the bed with her hand, needing and deciding to tell the stranger everything.

  “That’s an incredible story, “Morgan said, after Karen was finished. “But aliens?”

  Karen couldn’t believe it. She began to laugh. “I’m sitting here talking to a vampire and he’s questioning me about aliens? I don’t know which one is harder to believe in, vampires or E.T.s?”

  “First,” Morgan said, holding up a finger. “I’m not a vampire, as you said earlier. At least not anymore. And second,” he paused as if thinking about something. “Stop that.”

  “What?”

  “You’re in my head again. I can feel you poking around.”

  “You can?”

  Morgan nodded. “I felt it at the bar; a presence.”

  Karen released her connection to him. She wasn’t sure how she was able to connect and disconnect so easily now, but it was a welcomed thing. Then just as easily, she began probing the man again.

  “Hey, stop that,” he told her. “How would you like the feeling of someone in your head? Let me talk out loud.”

  Karen shrugged. “So what happened last night, after I passed out?” Immediately she wanted to dive back into Morgan’s head, find the real answer, but decided not to.

  “It wasn’t pretty. You went into a convulsion and were clearly in a lot of pain. I carried you to your car and placed you inside while I cleaned up the lot.” He began nodding his head as if proud of himself. “All that’s left are a couple of large stains.”

  Karen tried not reading his mind but couldn’t resist. “You put the bodies in the trunk of my car?” she said, jumping to her feet.

  “Stop doing that. It’s creeping me out. And no, they were in the trunk, but not anymore.” Karen disconnected from Morgan’s thoughts. The dark realization of what occurred behind the bar hit her. She only cared about one of the victims. Swallowing, she asked, “What did you do with the woman’s body?” She sat back down and closed her eyes while trying to control her emotions. She did not want to cry.

  “I assumed that she was your friend. I buried her body deep in the woods near here. I left a marker so you could find her again.” Morgan placed an arm around Karen’s shoulders.

  She looked at him. “So she’s not with…?”

  “No,” Morgan assured her, shaking his head slightly. “I didn’t put her with them.”

  Karen pulled away from Morgan. Her body trembled, but she held the tears back, knowing she could never allow herself to cry again. She was too dangerous now, a living weapon. She couldn’t risk anyone else, former vampire or not, becoming infected with what she had. Never being able to cry again made her want to cry more. She thought about running to the shower, a place she could cry and not worry about another person becoming infected, but would her tears contaminate the water supply? She didn’t know.

  “I need your help,” she said. “I’m all alone and everyone I love is in danger, not to mention the world. I need to find that spaceship I told you about, the one with the dead alien still inside, and stop those people from getting their hands on it.” She looked down to see that at some point during the conversation she’d gripped Morgan’s arm. “Sorry,” she said, releasing him.

  He looked her in the eyes, catching her stare. “Normally I’d say no. I don’t get myself involved with others’ affairs. I work mostly alone. It’s better that way. But in this case…”

  Karen’s face brightened. “So you’ll help me?”

  “I’ve dealt with these people before. Well, people like them, but at an earlier time many years ago. From what you’ve told me, it sounds like the Murphy Unit, known as the Murphy Group during the early eighties.”

  Karen wanted desperately to read his thoughts, hear everything fast, not wanting to wait for his words, but she listened aloud. Morgan went on, telling her about his time with the Murphy Group and what had become of them.

  Karen was speechless when Morgan finished with his tale. What could she say? “And the sun actually heals you?” was the first thing out of her mouth.r />
  Morgan laughed. “Yes. Being captured wasn’t all bad. I’m grateful for it, actually. I’m no longer a monster of the damned, now an instrument of good.”

  “You’re an anti-vampire?” Morgan shrugged. “Why do you want to help me? The real reason.”

  “The doctor I reported to became like a father to me. He was working on a possible cure to make me human again.” A note of sadness fell over Morgan. “The Murphy Group had him killed. His wife, too. Those bastards didn’t want me to become human. I was too valuable a tool for them.”

  “I’m sorry,” Karen said.

  “They’re evil men. They needed me because they were afraid the vampire population was growing out of control. I was the experiment designed to even the odds.”

  “Are there any more of you?”

  “From what I know I’m the only one.”

  “And they just sent you out to kill as many vampires as possible?” Karen asked. “Wouldn’t the undead come after you?”

  “I made sure to blend in. I pretended I was still a bloodsucker. They couldn’t tell that I was no longer one of them. I kept an ear out, listening for any vampire-related news when it hit the streets. I assassinated certain threats. I had to eliminate the enemy with extreme care. If the vampire world found out about me, I’d be their biggest threat and hunted from inside as well as out.”

  “And you think the people after me are the same people that changed you?”

  “I can’t be certain, but word went out that the military was getting involved with supernatural occurrences. Of course it couldn’t be made public, so The Murphy Group, what remained of them, became a secretive branch of the military known as The Murphy Unit. I was their main target for years, but then one day not too long ago they stopped chasing me. It was as if they had something more important to do.” He stared into Karen’s eyes.