He passed me a manila folder, inside of which several pages of writing some ancient language. Turns out it’s latin. Who knew?
I’ve got slip away and go to Kroch’s & Brentano’s and buy a fucking Latin to English Dictionary. Of course, where am I going to find the goddam time to sit down and translate it?
Apparently, I lost it and murdered a bunch of police. I don’t know what came over me. One minute I’m playing cop and the next I’m in a fucking hole sucking down some delicious blood from a creepy old vial. Oh, well. At least we cleaned it up.
I gotta fight this thing in my head whispering that humans are just cattle. I can’t go there. I couldn’t imagine hurting my baby, but what I did to those cops… it’s no wonder I’m hideous. It’s because of everything I’ve did as cop… as a husband. I should just walk out into the sun.
I can’t. I still have to protect my girl. I know now I made a mistake and I have to stay alive, stay human, to take care of the one sweet piece of joy I have in my life. I may not be able to hold her or let her see what I am, but I can watch and in that watching remember love.