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Bing!
Vilhelm’s computer screen flashed to life with a new message. He quickly sat up straight in his desk chair and clicked the chat notification.
Antheron >> got a tip on another victim in the pnw
His chest tightened with a mix of excitement and sympathy. Another missing persons meant another body meant the
thing he was tracking was still out there and active. With as many victims as he’d tied to it, he thought it would have slowed down by now, but it seemed like maybe this was less a hungry man-eater and more a revenge-seeking vigilante.
Antheron - a mod on the first paranormal phenomenon forum he joined five years ago - often ended up tracking the same cases he did, except Antheron couldn’t do anything about them so he handed the information over to Vilhelm to pursue on the ground. The username was actually quite fitting: Antheron was a knowledgeable elf in the Lord of the Rings who taught the other elves how to make the rings of power or something like that. Either way, any tip from him was already thoroughly researched and vetted; Antheron had never let him down before. Vilhelm quickly started typing up a reply.
Asg4rd1an >> same M.O.?
Antheron >> 28 years old, history of DV, 2 charges of assault and battery, and a restraining order.
Asg4rd1an >> Where?
Antheron >> Forks, WA
Asg4rd1an >> as in THE Forks, WA? The vamp town?
Antheron >> The very one.
Asg4rd1an >> How do you find this stuff??? You could make a living doing this.
Antheron >> What makes u think I don’t?
Asg4rd1an >> ominous…
Antheron >> Anyway… He’s been missing for three days. Called out of work n said he needed a break so his boss assumed he was just taking a day. Never showed up again. Boss went to check on him and no one was home.
Asg4rd1an >> ok you’re reaching with this one…
Antheron >> just wait there’s more - Cops did a cursory investigation and found security footage of him at~
Asg4rd1an >> One of the ranger stations in Olympic National Forest?
Antheron >> Ding ding ding!
Asg4rd1an >> Okay, still circumstantial. He could’ve just gone for a hike and gotten lost. It happens all the time. It’s not like these victims are the only people who visit the national forest
Antheron >> The report says he was seen with a woman with long blonde hair
Asg4rd1an >> Damn
Antheron >> Chances are he’s dead already, but you might be able to still catch whatever this thing is sucking the meat off his bones
Asg4rd1an >> You’re a freak
Antheron >> So…. You gonna check it out?
Asg4rd1an >> doesn’t seem like I have a choice. No one on the west coast is dealing with it
Antheron >> so what r u thinking? Vamps?
Asg4rd1an >> I don’t think so. Vamps don’t usually have such narrow victimology
Antheron >> so vampires are real?
Asg4rd1an >> …
Asg4rd1an >> No comment
Antheron >> fine fine I kno u hate when I pry. I’ll keep you posted if I find anything else
Asg4rd1an >> thanks
Pushing back from his desk, Vilhelm grabbed his phone and backpack as he hurried downstairs. Three days was a serious head start, so time was of the essence if he wanted to catch whatever had been luring violent young men into the forests of the Olympic peninsula and killing them. He had a hunch he knew exactly what he was dealing with, but if he was right, they’d seriously escalated from their usual antics.
“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” His grandmother asked, peeking her head out of the kitchen as he practically tumbled down the stairs in his haste.
“Just a walk,” he stated, flustered. For a moment he thought she might question him further, but his mom was blessedly at work so there was no one to catch him in the lie.
“Will you be back for dinner?” She asked cheerily.
“Uhhh… probably not. Don’t wait on me! I’ll eat out.”Vilhelm shoved his feet into untied boots and dashed out the door, making a quick slashing gesture in the air to open a portal to Forks. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he stepped through and let the portal close behind him before he stooped to finally tie his shoelaces. Luckily it was a quiet evening and he’d dropped himself right into the middle of the empty high school football field.
Pulling his phone from his pocket, he looked up the police department and grinned - it was literally right around the corner. He tucked his phone away again and dug around in his bag for his fake-but-convincing press card and a digital recorder. The final touch was a bit of magic to change his face to disguise himself, and he was ready to fake his way through the door to shake down the cops for any possible leads.