Present Day
2 am
N's POV
Tears are flowing from my eyes and covering my mouth after hearing everything that Mike revealed to me. I don't even want to look at him; I need to focus on my thoughts and reflect.
First of all, I can't believe that my real name is Njau. I don't even know what it stands for, but it fits perfectly for me. No longer I have to refer to myself as N.
After decades of trying to figure out where I come from, I'm glad to know that I am from Sierra Leone. I did learn about the country when I self-taught myself as a growing adult. But all I mostly took away is that they were slaves, there were ethnic cleansing going on, blood diamonds, and war. After what Mike told me, my country is more than that. It has beautiful languages, culture, and people. After all this, I will continue to learn about my country.
The best information he gave to me were my parents. I finally got to learn about them. They were both vampires, which means I was always a bloodsucker. They were loving, protective, hilarious, strict, supportive, and they made for a perfect couple. I could picture them right now in my head. I wish I could hug them and tell them how they mean so much to me.
But sadly, I can't. It's all thanks to the real killer, G. Adams. I don't know if he's still alive or not. I don't know if he still lives in Virginia or lives somewhere else. I don't know if he still works as a police officer. But all that matters is that I hate him. I must know more information about him. I don't care how long it takes me; I will find and kill him.
Before I head out, I need to ask Mike if he still knows about Adams and his whereabouts. Also, I need to teach him a lesson. I turn around and confront him, wiping my tears in the process.
"I told you everything you need to know. Now, are you going to let all of us go?!" He shouts, aggressively moves the chair. His family members are trying to yell, but the tape is silencing their voices.
"No, I'm not letting your family go. There's still more information I need you to tell me." I tell him. His family continues to whimper and freakout. He looks at them, signaling to stay calm. They stop yelling, but their eyes are filled with fear and sadness.
"What more do you want to know?" He asks, giving me a desperate pleading look.
"I need to know more about G. Adams and his whereabouts. He's the guy that killed my family and ruined my life. I'm not leaving until I get what I want. So you better start talking." I explain to him. He sighs and starts speaking.
"His name is George Adams; he worked for the Charlottesville Police Department since the mid-90s. Then in 2003, he became and the commissioner of Charlottesville." He explains.
"That's it? Do you know where he lives?" I ask.
"I don't know where he lives; I haven't seen him since 2017. All I do know is that he is still the commissioner. So you can find him in Charlottesville. You should check the police department; his office is there. Now I told you everything, so can you please let us go?" He explains some more and begs.
"Before I leave, I got six more questions."
He rolls his eyes and groans.
"The first question I want to know is, why did you guys raid our house when you know that we weren't criminals?" I question him.
"The lieutenant at the time gave us directions on the area that the robbery took place, and it happened in your neighborhood. George thought he had the right address. I wasn't expecting him to go berserk and murder your family." He explains.
"My second question is, why did you just stand there while George terrorized and killed my parents? You knew it was fucked up, but you allowed it to happen."
"I was in shock. I didn't know what to do or say. Plus, even if I wanted to stop him, he would have reported to the lieutenant that I wasn't doing my job. I didn't want to get fired when I just started working."
"Third question; I did some research about you, and I read that you stopped working for the Charlottesville Police Department; why is that? What happened?"
"After what happened in 2017 when the KKK terrorized Charlottesville, Commissioner Adams fired a bunch of officers, and I was one of them. He reasons that he was afraid that the American public would think the Charlottesville police department is racist. Plus, he wanted new members, and there were budget cuts."
"Fourth question; Did George kill anymore African Americans? I know he arrested a lot of them since American prisons love gathering up black people."
"Yes, I did witness him murder a lot of African Americans. Most of them were criminals, but some of them didn't do anything. I don't know if he still targets black people since I haven't seen him in over nine years."
"The fifth question; Is Commissioner Adams and the Charlottesville police department racist?"
"Yes, Commissioner Adams is racist. Before he was a police officer, he told me he was a part of the KKK. I don't know the reason why he hates black people. But I do know that the majority of prisoners in Charlottesville are African American men and women."
"The last question; Are you racist?"
He goes quiet and stares at me. I slap him because I hate that he's ignoring me now. His family members start to freak out again.
"What was that for?" He asks.
"You were going quiet on me. You weren't afraid to answer the other questions, but when I asked if you were racist or not, you look at me like I am a ghost. This lets me know that you are a true racist." I lash out.
"Hey! I am not racist. I am a God-fearing man who loves all races and creatures. I would never cause harm to a human soul." He defends himself. I laugh at him.
"Is that so? So out of all those years of being a police officer, you never questioned, arrested, harmed, cursed, pulled-over, or killed any African Americans or any other race that isn't yours?" I put more pressure on him.
"Okay, I did do all those things. But I didn't do it because of their race; those people were actual criminals. No matter who you are, if you committed a crime, you deserve to face the consequences. You know what? I'm done explaining myself. Let me and my family go. Get the fuck out of my house!" He exclaims.
Should I let him and his family go? Probably I should since he wasn't the one that killed my family. He seems to be telling me the truth. Plus, I did promise myself never to harm women or children.
Then I remembered the chubby ginger Officer I killed. He seemed like a nice guy that showed sympathy for African Americans and me. He did confront his racist partner about the damage he caused. But just like Mike, he stood there and allowed his partner to commit the atrocity. He was not doing anything to stop it from happening. I hate anyone that stands around and does not help victims. They piss me off equally as racists and evil beings.
Mike Benson is no exception. Plus, unlike the ginger Officer, Mike did help burn my family's house. So I'm not going to show sympathy to him anymore.
I walk to the kitchen, turning on the stove, and grabbing matches and paper towels.
"Hey, what are you doing? Get out of my kitchen and turn off my stove. There's nothing for you over there. Come untie us!" He freaks out, yelling at the top of his lungs.
"Since you burned my house down, I'm going to do the same to yours. This will teach you a lesson for not helping out." I hissed.
"But what about my family? They weren't at the incident. They didn't burn your house. So why can't you let them go and kill me instead?" He asks.
"I was thinking about letting them go because I hate harming women and children. But if I let them go, they can report me to the police. You already know how much I despise police officers. Plus, I don't want your children growing up and burn more houses owned by African Americans. Also, you and George showed no sympathy for my family. So I got no remorse for you or your family." My rage has escalated. The vampire within me is ready to feast, but I need to burn everything he owns.
I put the paper towels on the stove, watching it burn. I walk out of the kitchen, leaving the stove on. There's sniveling and fear I'm witnessing from everyone. Everyone is trying their hardest to break free. But that didn't stop me from throwing the burning paper towels near them. I cover Mike's mouth with tape so that no one cannot hear his pathetic cries for help. Then, I light several matches all around the house so that it could expand.
So this is what it feels like having a house burning? All those nightmares and flashbacks of witnessing a fire as a child is now a reality.
I should be happy seeing Mike and his family suffer, but I'm not. The killer is still out there. I need to leave before I get burnt to death, and I can find Commissioner Adams.
As I started to walk out, I hear a monstrous roar. It did startle me as I did not know where it came from or who made the noise. Then, I heard it again. The vibration of the roar is coming from underneath. I wonder, what is down in their basement?