Shelley woke up, not feeling refreshed. She laid in bed, looking out of the window, she was scared. The sky was gray. She needed to talk to someone about what had happened to her. If there was a chance to explain what had happened to her, she needed to do it now. She got up and looked for people to talk to. She went outside and asked people for help. She spoke to the other members of her cast, she went to a local hospital, but there was no one at the hospital to help her. She looked through the phone book, and found a phone number for someone that she could talk to about what had happened to her.
She finally found a kind soul at the reception of the police department. She was scared and nervous, but she needed to be strong. She could not let what Lucas had done to her bring her down. She had to find a way out of this. She could not die in this place.
She dialed the number, and waited.
"Hello?" A man's voice said.
"Hi, is this Detective Polifka?"
"Speaking."
"This is Shelley. I need to come in for an interview."
"An interview? We only deal with missing people and witnesses, not... Oh, you want to come in for questioning. Well, okay."
"Thank you. When will it be convenient for me to come in?"
"Now, if possible."
She was nervous, but she had to remain strong, "I'll be right back."
She went to the lobby of the police station and looked around. A woman with a clipboard was sitting at a nearby table, taking notes on a piece of paper. Shelley approached her. "Excuse me ma'am, do you know where I could find detective Polifka?"
"Sure, go up those stairs, first door on the right."
Shelley went up the stairs and knocked on the door. It was opened by a man that looked like he was in his 30's. He had a small smile. "Come in."
"Thank you."
The man led Shelley into Oscar's office. It was a rather small room, with a desk, a bookcase, and two chairs. Oscar had a small video camera on his desk. There was another chair, next to the video camera. He sat down behind his desk. "What can I help you with?"
"I need to come in for questioning."
"Oh, okay. What's going on? You had an accident, or something?"
"No, nothing like that."
"Then what is it? Come on, you need to tell me if this is something to do with what happened with that phone call with our killer. You know what? I think you better sit down."
Shelley moved to the chair. Oscar went over to a drawer and took out a tape. "This is a video camera. I use it so I can look back at what I'm doing. I don't know what it is you're here for, but you look like you could use a drink. Would you like a cup of coffee or something?"
"Coffee would be great. Thank you." She watched as Oscar went to get the coffee.
"You were telling me...?"
"I need to know what happened with the call that you received from that killer."
"Okay… Well... Um... Actually Oscar, I know who the killer is... I... I killed him, I think? I-I don't know what happened, or if it was even real, b-but... The Killer is Lucas Lumen!" Shelley confessed.
"What? Wait..." Oscar said, as he put the video camera back in his drawer.
"Yeah... I... I think. It was..." She trailed off.
"You think that the killer is Lucas?"
"Yes."
"But how did you...?" "Because I killed him, but then he appeared behind me perfectly fine in his cop uniform, saying something like 'I'm a necromancing-vampire-serial-killer!'"
Shelley nearly fell out of the chair. She was getting sick to her stomach.
"Oh my God, oh my God!" Oscar rushed over to Shelley. "Are you alright? Are you saying that the killer is a cop?"
"Yes, yes!" She was still on the floor, as she put her hand to her head, trying to calm down.
"But if you killed Lucas, how are you here right now?" Oscar was confused.
"I need to go back... I think I killed him... But I don't know how... I don't remember..."
"Shelley, calm down. Sit down. Take a deep breath." Just then, Lucas opened the door to Oscar's office,
"Hey Lieutenant, is something wrong?" He glanced down at Shelley and grinned slightly, "Or are you two getting reacquainted?"
Oscar frowned. "If you're here for questioning, then I'm afraid we have more questions for you."
"What do you mean, Lieutenant?" Lucas cocked his head. "I'm a police officer, same as you. When you were on your way here, some men from the FBI or something like that, stopped you and asked you some questions. I answered them honestly."
"Do you think that's the reason you're here?" Oscar asked.
"What?"
"Do you think that you're a suspect?"
"No, I don't..."
"You know something that we don't?"
"No, I don't."
"Will you let us know as soon as you find out?"
Lucas held out his hand, "Absolutely." Oscar and Lucas shook hands. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to stop by the break room and have a cup of coffee."
"See, Shelley? He's alive."
"But the killer is a vampire necromancer, undead and all." Shelley was desperate now.
"Yeah, but he's not a very good one. I'm serious." Oscar was trying to make Shelley laugh.
"So am I."
When Oscar returned, he had a coffee cup in one hand and a videotape in the other. "I borrowed this from the night shift. I'll give it back to them when we're done. Okay. I need to go over this again. What happened?"
"Lucas, in the Wolfman outfit, ambushed me in my hotel's lobby. He then asked to play a game, then he stabbed himself in the heart. He cried as if he was enjoying it, so when he stopped moving, I removed his mask to find it was him under it. Then I heard him speak to me from behind, and at that point I'm thinking that I'm going crazy, because it couldn't be him; he's dead right in front of me, so I turn around to confirm I'm not crazy, and there he is in full police officer attire, no blood on him at all. He then went to describe how he made my show better, and how he loves me. It... It was weird, Oscar."
"Do you think that he was trying to frame you?"
"No, I really don't. I mean, it all makes sense except for the part where he's alive."
"I'm sorry, but what did he say? What was the part that's not logical?"
Shelley was silent for a moment. "He said that he's a vampire."
"A vampire?" Oscar repeated.
"And a necromancer." Shelley added on, "That's... Well, that's strange. But not impossible. There are rogue vampires and such in the world."
"Yeah, but they're all undead." Oscar shook his head, "That would mean that this killer is..."
"A vampire that switched loyalties to necromancy. Not a difficult concept to grasp, I know." Shelley said in a monotone voice.
"What are you suggesting?"
"I'm saying that Lucas is mind-controlling you, and through you, this killer. That's the only logical explanation."
"That's ridiculous! I'd never..."
"Never? You just did."
"I'm not the killer!" Oscar slammed his fist onto his desk. "I'm not the killer!" Oscar slammed his fist onto his desk. "We know that you're not; you said so yourself. But you're in on this, aren't you? With you, what little remains of our world is at stake. You're the killer! That's why you're here! You're trying to frame my protege, and the only way you'll get away with that is if you kill again!"
"Protégé?" Shelley just realized something when he said that Oscar was in on the killings. "You're not suggesting that..."
"Yes, I am!" Oscar shouted, now growing angrier. "I'm suggesting that you've become a pawn of a killer. That it is you that is the killer!" Shelley realized that Oscar was getting angrier, not the fact that Lucas had revealed his evil deeds to her, but because he did that - He would soon be revealed too.
"I'm sorry, Lucas. I... I think you'll find that you're much more to be feared than you are right now, as this killer. You're in league with a vampire and a necromancer. Oscar slumped over his desk.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that. If you turn me over, then they'll kill me." Oscar quietly admitted.
"You... You can't be serious." Shelley realized she needed to get out of his office as she could.
"I'm very serious. You are either with me or against me, but if you go against me, then you go against him too. So make up your mind right now." Oscar pulled out his gun. "Make your choice."