Post by Trevor Belmont on Feb 6, 2019 8:08:05 GMT -5
its high noon in Goodsprings, Nevada a small little town that sees a fair bit of visitors who stop to refresh before continuing the long trek down highway 17 towards Vegas.
its a rare cloudy day, June 17th 2017 helping give the people of the town a break from the intense sun and heat. 3PM
Trevor is in the Goodsprings Saloon he talks with the bartender Trudy he knocks back a rum and cola and Trudy brings another on the rocks, smooth as silk goin down.
Trevor: That's good stuff.
Trudy: Ever since trade picked back up around here we been able to stock better quality stuff. Now... what brings you to this dust bowl stranger, I was shocked when you walked in you looked much much younger than your picture on your ID.
Trevor would love to say its his saiyan genes keeping him looking the same he did 10 years ago when he was 18, though to be honest 10 years wouldn't age him much he's only 28 now. but he knows how humans treat saiyans so he just laughs and says.
Trevor: Good genetics.
Trevor finishes the drink and puts the glass down and throws some money on the counter
Trevor: can I get a water please? gotta balance out the booze with water ya know.
Trudy: Sure thing hun, you know your stuff.
Trudy gets a bottle of water from the freezer she takes the money and puts it in the register.
Trevor: Thank ya, now I owe ya one explanation.
Trevor sighs and ponders a moment, will she believe him? hes a few drinks in she may accuse him of being a dumb drunk.
Trevor: well, im after whats been attackin the livestock round here. I have it on good authority its the chupacabra.
Trudy: Excuse me? I thought things like that were just myth? But it's true, our livestock were found dead drained of blood with weird puncture wounds. It's either a chupacabra or some weird cultist idiot bloodletting them.
Trevor shakes his head
Trevor: I know it's hard to believe such monsters walk among us..
Trevor touches the scar over his eye from 10 years ago
Trevor: But they're real.... I should know.
Trudy: nasty scar stranger... er.. Trevor heh I guess you aint much of a stranger anymore.
Trevor: Dracula.
Trudy: DRACULA!? you better explain yerself.
Trevor: My last name...
Trudy thinks for a moment... it WAS familiar. her eyes widen. she searches his person and sure enough a whip hangs at his side made of chains with a spiked mace tip. but a comfortable leather grip.
Trudy: Belmont... holy cow.
Trevor: a cultist bloodletting would be way messier, its gotta be the Chupacabra. Where were the livestock killed?
Trudy: ill show ya, come along.
Trudy and Trevor go to the livestock pins, the corpses are still there, freshly slain the site is as clean as a site of a mass killing can be, not a drop of blood to be had.
Trevor: Chupacabra don't kill as many as this usually... something is wrong.
Trevor checks the wounds, definitely made by a tongue that punctured the body.
Trevor: this wound, definitely made by a tongue which chupas use to puncture and suck fluids out. but its huge... and the amount of blood drained its completely gone. we're dealing with something massive that needs to feed a lot to sustain itself.
Trudy: Good lord, giant chupacabra?
Trevor: Mutants or a subspecies... evolution perhaps...
Trudy: you gotta help us Trevor.
Trevor smiles and puts a hand on her shoulder.
Trevor: Thats what I was hired for.
Trudy: Right, i gotta get back to the bar. good luck Belmont.
Trudy leaves and Trevor turns to the mass of corpses.
Trevor: even a big one wouldn't need to kill the whole herd.... how many are there?
How many indeed?
