My name is Adelaide Clayden. I'm 24 and have medium-length straight black hair, rounded brown eyes, I have a thin semi-muscular build with modest breasts, a well-defined waist, cream skin, and stand at the outstanding height of 5'3. I graduated college when I was 20-years-old top of my class and valedictorian. I studied anything and everything I could before immediately joining Knoxville Tennessee Police Department, working as an officer for a year before being promoted to detective. In the four years that I've worked at the KTPD, I quickly became the best detective in all of Tennessee; solving 250 old and new cases in just four-and-a-half-years. However, despite my perfect track record, there is one case that continues to elude me; a 15-year-old ongoing and very much active case.
Mysteriously every night a couple is found dead in their bed. There are no signs of a break-in, no signs of robbery or a robbery gone wrong, nor are there any signs of a struggle. But that's not the strange part. The strangest aspect of this case is that every victim is found completely or almost completely drained of blood, the only injury that was found was two puncture marks on the side of their neck; directly on top of the carotid artery. Out of all the 10,950 victims… only 20 have survived, all with the same story:
"I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, the only light being of the full moon shining through the window. I couldn't move any part of my body aside from my eyes. I looked over to my husband/wife to see a shadow of a man leaning over him/her. I couldn't see the man's face, but I could feel the dark aura around him that screamed danger and death. Once he finished with my husband/wife he moved on to me; his eyes were glowing blood-red against the darkness. I felt like I was in a trance as he moved his head to my neck. I felt a painful prick, the sound of drinking filled my ears, I became dizzy and blacked out, but when I came to the sound of sirens filled my ears. Relief washed over me. The man released my neck with a heavy sigh, then I heard his deep gruff voice that shook me to my very core. He said but a few words, 'Shit, first I'm stuck with dealing with this mess and now I can't even finish my meal without a single disruption.'.
The survivors only recognize his voice, saying he had glowing blood-red eyes and was over 7 feet tall. They call him a demon, a vampire, something otherworldly. Sure, some people believe this, but I by no means do. I know it's something logical, that this sick psychopath has found one way or another to drug and drain his victims completely and cleanly of their blood.