Silence lasts forever: Silence lasts forever
by Diana van der Pluijm
"Chief, look what I found on the girl's body!" a young and exited policeman yells.
"Keep your pants on, Johnson!" the chief yells back and whispers to himself, "it's not like she's going anywhere. Not anymore, and neither is that guy next to her."
Slowly the chief walks over to Johnson while he ponders about all the crime in the world, and if it wouldn't be better to retire when he still can. Johnson stands next to the body of the lifeless girl, her short red hair is soaked by the continuously pouring rain.
"Well, what is it, Johnson, I haven't got all day, you know," the chief says rude.
"I'm sorry sir, but I figured this could be a lead as to what happened here. In the girl's pocket was a recorder, and according to the data she stopped the tape minutes before she was killed, sir. Maybe the tape holds a clue as to what happened to the poor lass."
"Hmm, you might be right. Come on, follow me, we'll listen to it in my car."
The chief proceeds the young policeman to his car, and when they both have taken a seat inside and closed the doors, the chief puts the tape in his radio. After a silence, in which the tape rewinds, a short click sounds through the car and seconds later the two policemen hear a female voice.
Probably the girl, the chief thinks, and listens intensely, because he wants to nail the sucker who did this.

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"Okay, first things first: why did you bring me here? I mean, this is not exactly the kind of setting I would want to hold an interview in," the girl says, with a light voice.
"Well, luv, I thought it would be appropriate since we're gonna talk about a vampire movie, and, believe it or not, I'm a vampire," a man says, with a British accent.
"Okay, okay, fine. I'm not gonna discuss your beliefs with you, I just wanted to get this interview because you had quite an opinion on it, as I heard it in the café. But let's start this interview properly, okay? Now, you said your name was William, isn't it?" the girl says.
"That's absolutely correct, my dear. My full name is William the Bloody, 'cause, you know, we didn't have surnames that long ago," William says. "But you can call me Spike."
"Spike?"
"Yes, Spike. I used to spike my enemies, or people I just didn't like, and it's quite a nice way to get rid of 'em, actually," Spike says in a cheery voice.

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At that moment the chief stops the tape.
"Chief, why did you do that?" Johnson asks. "We haven't heard the name of the poor girl yet."
"I want to get the name to the bureau, so they can trace it. Those psychos always use the same names, and if I'm not mistaken, this guy is a serious psycho if I ever heard one. So if you have one moment, I'll just radio it to Tanner."
The chief grabs the microphone and gives the name to Tanner, who assures him that if there is a criminal with that name, he will have found him within half an hour.
"Now that that's settled, I guess we should listen to the tape again, to hear if she has name," he says, and pushes the play button.

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"That impaling thing, you didn't by any chance read the book about count Dracula?" the girl informs polite.
"No, no, luv, I was born long before that Stoker bloke wrote the Dracula story. And say, I didn't catch your name entirely in the bar," Spike says, even more polite.
"My name? Moira O'Kinney. No fancy stories or backgrounds, just Moira O'Kinney."

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The chief wants to stop the tape again, but his hands hovers over the button, as if held back by an invisible force. He decides to listen to the story, the dead duo isn't going anywhere.

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"Now, can we get on with the story already? I have more things to do than get the opinion of someone who thinks he's a vampire," there's a short silence, "okay, someone who is a vampire, about a vampire movie," Moira continues irritated.
"Alright then, sugar, I'll get on with it. Is the tape long enough? I have quite an elaborate opinion about it," Spike says, and he laughs out loud.
A creaking sound is heard, like someone is sitting down in a chair, and the vampire starts to talk.
"I find the whole concept of a half breed vampire extremely interesting. I mean, I wish I could walk around in the daylight, like that Blade guy, and not even be susceptible to awful things like crosses, and holy water, and all that."
"So you find the whole Daywalker 'gig' really attractive?" Moira informs.
"Yeah, sure. Think about it. Us vampires wouldn't have anything to worry about anymore. A Slayer? You can follow her around, even in the daylight, and kill her whenever you feel like it. Finding a victim? Easy, just enter a supermarket, a cinema, or even a house, and take your pick! That 'you can't get in unless you're invited' wouldn't work either! But we're drifting here, I'll get back to the film."
Another creaking sound, like someone getting out of a chair. Footsteps are heard.
"The way the vampires are portrayed is quite unusual. On the one hand you have the savages, vampires who have been mortal, and on the other hand you have the so called sophisticated vampires, 'true born' if I'm not mistaken. Those true born vampires strike a chord with me, they just want to continue to exist in shadows, I find it almost makes you feel sorry for them when they're killed off by that Deacon Frost. Okay, I feel more for Frost, because he's so deliciously merciless. Reminds me of me a few days ago. The scene where Blade finds out his mother's a vampire, it really touched me right here."
A slapping sound is heard.
"What I also found really good about the movie is that it is over two hours long, but you don't get bored for one minute. And the music they played in those fighting scenes, you just got to love it! I could go on and on about what I like about that film, but I'll talk about some things that I didn't like. For instance, that ridiculous scene where Frost confronts Blade during the day in the park. Have you seen that?"
"Yes, I have. I thought it was a strong scene, especially when Frost duck away for those bullets. It made me feel how fast he could move, you know?" Moira answers.
"Good, good. Now, what I find frustrating, is the fact that no sunblock could be that strong as to protect a vampire from the sun's rays! The director explains it, for my feeling, too easy by suggesting that only ultra-violet is hazardous to us. But that's not the case. If that were true, we could never walk around, 'cause ultra-violet could come from everywhere! Not only from the sun, but from machines and a residue is left at night. That's one of my major concerns about the movie. The other thing is, that they explain vampirism by coughing up some kind of blood disease you can be cured of. Have you ever heard of such a ridiculous thing? No, don't even answer that, I know you have. Say, is the tape still running?"
"Yeah, I think it can record up to two hours, so you can talk a lot more," Moira says.
"Well, maybe I can tell some things about me. Or do you have elsewhere to be?" Spike asks in an ever so sweet voice.
"No. I'd actually like to hear more about you and your... ideas," the girl says hesitantly, as if she's not sure where this will lead.
"You still don't believe me, luv? I might just do something about that.... But I'll save that for later this night," Spike says, and again he laughs out loud.

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Johnson pushes the stop-button and they both come out of their trance.
"Chief, I think we'd better tell the bureau the girl's name, and take notes of what he's gonna say. It might help us track him down," the young policeman says.
"Yes, I think you're right. Let me get my notebook. One moment," the chief says as he opens his door and steps out.
He walks to the back of the car and opens the trunk. Where did I put that blasted thing? Ah, there it is. He grabs the notebook and closes the trunk. When he walks back to the front, he notices how quiet it is. Normally the scene of a crime would be crawling with people, all doing their job, but now he hears only a few voices in the distance. Maybe they've gone for a snack, he thinks, and gets into the car again. Johnson takes the notebook and pulls a pen out of his pocket.
"All set, Johnson?"
"All set, chief."
"Then let's roll the tape."
The chief forgets all about the strange feeling he had outside, and resumes to listen.

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"Will you stop that laughing already? It's giving me the creeps," Moira says angry.
"Okay, pet, I'll stop the annoying laughing," Spike says obediently.
"And while you're at it, stop calling me those ridiculous names, like 'luv', 'dear' and 'pet', okay? I have a name, you know."
"Okay, okay, I get the point. Don't get all wound up about it. Now, how are you gonna go about it? Maybe you could describe me first to your 'readers'."
"That's not such a bad idea. This way I can record some details I would otherwise forget. How should I start?"
A short silence falls. Footsteps are heard again. Moira resumes the conversation.
"How about this: first you tell me about yourself, and you end with a short description of yourself. Obviously you know more about you than I."
"Good idea, Moira."
Spike pronounces her name with a bit of sarcasm.
"I won't bore you with details like when I was born and all that. I'll just elaborate on the places I've seen, the people I've killed, alright?"
Again a short silence.
"Alright. A few months after I was, well, made a vampire," a snorting sound is heard, "hey, you don't have to believe me, just listen. A few months after that, I left my homeland and went on a journey. A couple of weeks later I ended up in a village in a neighboring country, where I was most welcome. The people there had been living in horrible circumstances because some tiran was exploiting them. Now I don't care too much about people being exploited, but I wanted to meet this guy. Turns out he's such a stupid ass! That guy had absolutely no class at all. So after listening to a bloody boring conversation for three hours, I grabbed the first thing that came to mind, which was a sword hanging on the wall, and chopped the fool up. And it felt really good, I could tell you that. When one of his servants came in to see if the master needed anything, I killed him, 'cause I was very, very hungry. Tasted awful, by the way, the guy had been drinking to much cheap wine. You can imagine how happy those villagers were, of course. At least, until I murdered most of them over a period of four weeks."
From the background a gasp is heard.
"Hey, don't judge me on what I do, judge me on what I am! You think this was bad? Let me tell you about the time that I went to Moscow, where the tsar had been ruling mercilessly and I was asked to..."

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Johnson notes everything 'Spike' tells on the tape, and his face slowly turns from a healthy color to a nauseating white. The chief can barely hold his dinner in. On the tape they hear how Moira becomes increasingly angrier with that strange guy.
Suddenly the chief stops the tape, just as Johnson streched his arm to stop it also.
"Did you hear that?" the chief asks, while he breaks out in a cold sweat.
"Yes, but I thought I heard it wrong, sir," Johnson answers.
With a shaking hand the chief rewinds the tape, and plays the last part again. Both men listen to what is said intensely.

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"As you can see I wear a fashionably black rain coat, a nice blue pair of jeans, I have this great tattoo of a black spike on my right arm, I have a white t-shirt on and my hear is very, very light blond and cut very short. So, would you go on a date with me, or am I not your type?"
"As a matter of fact, you ar-"

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"As you can see I wear a fashionably black rain coat, a nice blue pair of jeans, I have this great tattoo of a black spike on my right arm, I have a white t-shirt on and my hear is very, very light blond and cut very short. So, would you go on a date with me, or am I not your type?"
"As a matter of fact, you ar-"

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Abruptly the chief stops the tape. As he speaks, an undertone of fear sounds through his voice.
"My God, that's the bloke that's lying outside, next to that poor girl! What in heaven's name could have happened, if he's not the murderer?"
"Sir, although I don't like the thought of it, I think we should listen what happens next," Johnson says, trying to hide his fear.
"Yes, you're right."
The chief tries to swallow his own fear, so the young man won't panic.
"Let's listen what happens next."

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"-e my type, but you're, let's say, just a little bit too weird for me, judging by the stories you told me. Either you actually did those things, which would mean you're a real vampire and I should run away as fast as I can, or you thought all of it up, which means you're even a worse psycho than my last boyfriend. So, what'll it be?"
"Well, Moira, I'll take the first answer. Maybe this will convince you."
The girl utters a high scream after Spike has finished his sentence.
"My God, your face, what happened to your face! Oh, no, this can't be happening, this just can't be happening... Your eyes... they're yellow! And your teeth... oh my God, no, please don't..."
A creaking sound, then a crash as if a chair was thrown aside. Two pair of footsteps are heard now, one slow, the other fast. The quick steps stop, and someone bangs on a door. The slow footsteps keep walking. Moira screams again.
"Get away from me! I believe you! Please let me go, please, I won't tell anyone."
The terror in her voice sounds heartbreaking.
"I know you won't, because you won't be able to, luv," Spike says with a cold voice.
Strangely enough he sounds amused.
"No, don't, please, DON'T!"
On the tape a struggle is heard, along with a soft cry for help, and there the tape stops.
Silence.

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Johnson is the first to speak.
"Chief, I don't understand. I mean, if that Spike killed the girl, then why is he lying besides her, dead? And why didn't he destroy the tape after he supposedly killed her? And who killed him? You heard the coroner, he doesn't breathe, his body temperature is below 20 degrees, he's clinically dead! What's going on here?"
Jonhson begins to sound more and more hysterical. I don't know what to say to the poor guy, the chief thinks, I'm as puzzled as he is! Firmly he grabs Johnson's arms, and forces him to look at him.
"Look at me, Johnson. Look at me, dammit! I don't know what's going on, but we're going to find out, okay? Now get a grip on yourself!"
"Okay, chief, I'm okay. I'm fine. Sorry I got so carried away, sir."
"I understand, Johnson, I understand. Now, let's get out of the car, and see what the others have whipped up about this strange crime."
The two men get ready to get out, when unexpectedly someone slams into the window on the side of the chief. The policeman is breathing heavily.
"What the-... Malkovic? What's wrong, man? Speak up, I can't hear you and you're blocking my door!"
Malkovic whispers something, so the chief puts his ear to the window and listens.
"Don't... he got us... horrible! Chief... he is not dead... he is not dead..."
Malkovic's voice dies away, and his eyes turn blank. As the man slides down the side of the car, his face and hands leave a bloody trail on the window, which the rain thins out so the whole window turns light red.
"Oh my God, oh my GOD! He's dead, he's dead, they're all dead, we're gonna die!"
Johnson screams, grabs his gun and jumps out of the car into the pouring rain, while he keeps yelling that they all are going to die.
"Johnson, Johnson! Damned fool! Stay in the car! There's nothing you can do out there! Oh, nuts. What the hell am I gonna do now? First things first, I'll start by shutting the door and locking it."
After doing so, the chief slowly takes his gun out of his glove compartment. It's been quite a while since I last fired one of those, he thinks, I hope it's not too long ago. Johnson ran away in the direction of the dead bodies. The chief keeps looking in that direction, knowing that if something will happen, it will happen between the closely parked cars. Suddenly he hears a scream, and seconds later he sees how Johnson comes running from behind one of the vans. The young policeman holds his right arm, limps a little, and is bleeding severely from his neck. And something is chasing him. At first the chief can't make out the man that's running after Johnson, but then a ray of light touches the head of the figure. The man has very, very light blond hair. In a heartbeat the chief figures out the whole thing. Spike really is a vampire, and therefor he is dead, of course. And while he realizes that, he sadly has to admit to himself there's little hope he'll survive this. Before his eyes Spike catches up with Johnson, who slipped in a puddle and fell to the ground, grabs the poor man, and sinks his teeth in the man's neck. The struggle is short, and after the vampire has drained Johnson, he rips the man's head of. With a thumping sound the vampire drops the corpse. A faint cry escapes from the chief's throat as he witnesses such a cold blooded murder. Hearing this cry, Spike slowly raises his head and catches the chief's glance with his unearthly yellow eyes. The rain doesn't seem to bother the undead man. Seeing the vampire's face strikes terror in the heart of the chief. God, why is this happening to me? Just another two years, and I would have had my pension! Ever so slowly Spike begins to walk to the car. The chief's throat is starting to feel dryer and dryer. He closes his eyes for a few seconds. When he opens them, the vampire is gone. There's just the sound of the rain, ticking on the roof.
"Thank you, God," the chief whispers.
Again he closes his eyes, now in relief. His heartbeat slows down, and he catches his breath. Then, out of the blue, the door is ripped from the car, and the chief is dragged out in the rain and thrown to the ground. Spike bends into the car, and gets the tape. Before the eyes of the dazzled chief he crushes the tape, picks it up and throws it into a nearby trashcan. The chief desperately tries to get on his feet, put the road is too wet to get a decent grip. The vampire laughs at the pitiful effort of the man.
"Well, hello, chief, nice to see you. I was afraid you wouldn't attend my private little party. And that would have made me really sad."
Spike actually managed to blink away a tear.
"But, enough talk, let's get to business," the vampire says, with a dangerous grin.
"I've never tasted a police chief before."
The chief has only time for a short scream before he feels the teeth sink into his own neck. Tears of regret and sorrow roll down his cheeks. The rain soaks his uniform, but he doesn't feel that anymore. He thinks of everything he wanted to do as soon as he was retired, of all the things he wanted to say to his wife and children. As the life drains from his body, the chief cries for the first and last time in his adult life. He cries for his friends, his family, his wife, and most of all for his grandchildren, whom he will never see again. Darkness overtakes him, and he loses consciousness.
A strange warmth fills his body just before his soul flees his mortal flesh. Everything they say is true, the chief thinks, as he looks down at his body, which is being held by the vampire. Around him he feels other souls, some wondering around, but others disappear straight away. As does he. Unseen by any human or vampiric eye, a ray of light surrounds his ethereal body, and the chief starts his journey upwards, leaving behind his human sorrows. Faster he goes, increasingly faster, until he's in outer space, still travelling alone, inside a ray of light. To his amazement he sees other beings, not like anything any moviemaker could make up, who travel through space, just like him. As he picks up more speed, the chief begins to see cracks in reality, other universes, other times. Then it hits him. When someone dies, they don't go to an eternal heaven, but your soul is exchanged with other universes! This is the greatest discovery ever! the man thinks, as he loses his identity more and more as he travels farther. I wish I could tell them... who could I tell this? I knew things, others, the being thinks. I wish I could....
Silence.

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Spike walks towards the body of the red-haired girl. The blood that rushes through his veins warms him, and he isn't bothered by the rain. At first he wanted to leave her be, maybe even make sure she wouldn't become a vampire like he did with all the others. But something in her face reminds him of Dru... Poor Dru, she just shouldn't have picked that fight with the Slayer after I killed Xander... and made a vampire out of him. He grins as he thinks of that small victory. The look on the face of the Slayer, embedded in his mind, could even make him forget about the loss of Drusilla. With extreme care he lifts up the body, and walks off into the night. He doesn't even look back at the slaughter he leaves behind, and after a few steps he and his victim disappear into the wet night.
Silence.

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In the car of the chief the radio comes to life, and Tanner starts to speak.
"Chief? Chief? I've checked out the names, and it turns out this guy you're investigating really did his research. It seems this William the Bloody actually existed. And throughout history there have been remarks about both him and this Spike character, who indeed liked to spike his enemies. That William really slaughtered many people in his time. The curious thing is, that according to this data, that guy should be over two centuries old. Isn't that strange? Maybe he's some sort of historical serial killer or something."
He pauses briefly to receive a response, but the other side of the line stays quiet. Now he starts to worry, and with a slight tone of panick in his voice he says: "Chief, are you listening? Chief? Hello? Are you there? Is anyone listening?"
Tanner waits half a minute, then terminates the connection. The radio dies with a short crack.
Silence.


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