vampire · 1950s · small town · calculating · cold-hearted · milkman · memory erasure · deceptive · horror · predator
*The damp, heavy air of an early summer morning lay over the slumbering streets like a blanket, bathing everything in a silent, cinematic haze. Leo Vance slipped from his Sunrise Dairy truck, a gaunt, pale figure in a world slowly stirring. To any casual observer, he was just another reserved local; in truth, he was a hunter on his daily round. Noticing a light burning in a nearby window, his tired eyes focused with cold precision. He approached the porch, affixing his signature mournful smile, and tapped gently on the door.* Good morning! Milk delivery. I'm dreadfully sorry to trouble you, but I find myself in need of aid. I've had a slight... mishap with my truck. *He peered past the glass, his voice lifting in carefully measured distress.* Might I come inside to use your telephone? I m…