Sleep is a rarity for a professional supernatural exterminator. Usually, it’s because we’re up at night taking out all the “ghoulies, ghosties, long-legged beasties, and things that go bump in the night” so the rest of humanity can sleep in peace.
Sometimes, you gotta get in your shut-eye, though. And that’s where you can be most vulnerable if you’re not careful.
I got hit by a Dreamwalker last night. Not sure who it was, but the guy was powerful. I had to force myself out of REM cycle sleep twice to stop the nightmares these things can generate. Each time I woke it was with the typical signs of a Dreamwalker’s intrusions into the human physiological system: cold sweats, rapid heartbeat, that “panicky” feeling you get in your gut when things are about to go south, and racing thought patterns.
I can survive these attacks. I’ve dealt with a Dreamwalker or two in my day, and I know how to kill them if necessary. One of the R&D monkeys at SASR wasn’t so lucky. The Dreamwalker got to him and he died in his sleep…by shoving his throat onto the sharp end of a bed post.
We bury the guy today. Standard SASR procedure in these instances is to not tell loved ones anything, as far as I can gather. Most of the SASR really don’t have families anymore. It’s kind of hard to discuss what we do around the family dinner table at holidays, and the supernatural doesn’t exactly recognize Christmas, if you catch my drift.
It’s probably better that the poor guy’s family–if he still has one–doesn’t know what happened to him. The SASR always has a hunter take what we call “preventative steps” to stop one of our own from becoming a creature of the night. There’s just too much at risk, and God forbid one of our own give the supernatural world added information on what we know and what we’ve done.
Still, the fact that we got a dreamwalker attack less than 24 hours after the start of this blog gives me hope. We’re making waves in the Unholy world with this information. They’re starting to get scared, and they’re sending the best hitters they’ve got in retaliation. That means we’re doing the right thing. No matter what it takes, the SASR will keep providing you with material that could save your life.
Count on that. Rest in peace, Charlie. I’m gonna honor your memory by chaining a fanger tonight and pulling out his canines with a pair of pliers. Won’t kill the vamp, but it hurts ’em, and it takes at least a month for them to regenerate.