Random things that come from my brain.: February 2010

My name is Alexis Lena, I would have been 24 years old today but an unfortunate event occurred last year, I was murdered. I died last year on my 23rd birthday. I have been searching for my killer and have few or no leads.

I remember that fateful night. I walked out the front door of my house, locked it and walked to my car. I was getting ready to head to my birthday party which was being held at the most expensive restaurant in town. We lived in New York, so that was saying something. It was going to be a night to remember. I just turned 23, I had finished my first year of Medical school, my boyfriend of 4 years had proposed to me 2 nights before and we were going to announce our engagement that very evening, but something was about to go very wrong.

I stopped right in front of my car, I got my keys from my jacket pocket and suddenly I felt someone grab me from behind. I tried to fight off my attacker by kicking him in the shins and hitting him in the face with my key ring but he was to strong for me. All the sudden I felt a sharp pain in my neck. ‘Oh my God’ I thought, has he bitten into the flesh of my neck? Then slowly but surely I felt my blood slowly draining into my attackers open mouth. Was he a vampire? No, there are no such things, or so I thought. Then suddenly it all stopped. I was standing three feet away and watching this horror. The man had my body in an upright position as he slowly drinking my blood. I knew at that time exactly what he was and what he was doing. He was a vampire and I was his food his prey. He didn’t seem to notice me at all. Why, if he was trying to turn me into a vampire could he not see me? I didn’t understand anything. I needed help but where could I go if no one could see me? The Man slowly laid my body to the ground and fished around in my bag; he brought out my wallet and took my money and credit cards. He took out an Ice pick from his pocket and rolled it in the blood that was pouring from my neck. ‘He’s smart’ I thought, he’s trying to make it look exactly like a robbery. I tried to grab his arm as he turned to leave but my hands went threw him and I looked at my dead body helpless. I was crying by now. I was just murdered and now I can’t even touch my killer. I wonder what else I can’t do.

That was exactly the way it happened. After I’d sat there for about 30 minutes a little boy came running by with his dog, he saw my body and ran as fast as he could in the direction he come from. About 3 minutes later the little boy came back with 3 adults who I assumed where his parents and an uncle. They used my cell phone that was lying on the ground by my body. Within 10 minutes there were cops and an ambulance. There was too much commotion for me to stand it anymore. I walked the 24 blocks to the restaurant where we were to have the party. I went to the front window and immediately saw my parents sitting at a table with Erik. They all looked worried. I wished I could have gone over and sat down beside Erik, I would tell him I loved him and kissed him before I died. I’d regretted that I hadn’t done so many things that I had wanted to. I had no use for staying here I left the restaurant and went to my house to see the ambulances and police cars were still there. I walked to the back of my house and stood by the door. I hoped that I would be able to at least touch inanimate objects. I put my hand near the door handle and grabbed it by my surprise, the door swung open. I was shocked but none the less grateful. I walked around, the many detectives going up the stairs to my room. When I got there I saw that my room had not been entered yet. I was glad to be able to touch things at least. I went to my large walk-in closet and grabbed my two biggest suit cases. I began packing only valuable things and clothing items. My hands went to the photo album Erik and I had put together this last year. I decided to bring it along. I sat on my bed and thought where would I go. I had no clue but I had to do something. I wasn’t just going to sit around and watch what happened to my family after my death. Then I had thought if only I had left earlier or had Erik come get me. Any of those things would have worked. I had everything packed and was ready to go. I took one last look around my room. I would probably never see it again.

After I left my home I went to Mexico where I had heard a rumor that there was a woman who claimed to have contact with the dead and had helped many people find lost ones. I went to find her, she was located in a small town outside of Mexico City and her name was Carlotta Graces. She was able to help me understand a little bit about what had happened. She told me that she had never had a case like mine; she was fascinated by how I was dead but was a kind of ghost and kind of a vampire at the same time. I was very frustrated because she and a little boy named Juan were the only ones that could see me. I learned a lot about what would happen if I tracked down my killer. Carlotta told me that if I ever did find the guy who took my life. All I had to do was stake him through the heart or cut off his head.

“If he is a real vampire Alexis then you must put a stake through his heart or cut off his head. Sunlight will work but I’d recommend the stake through the heart.” She had said. ”

“You’ve killed vampires before?” I asked dumb founded. “Of course Darling, Vampires are as real as you and me. Most people don’t believe in them because they can’t believe in anything beyond their own small and perfect world.”
After spending 4 months with Carlotta and Juan I felt I was ready to go track down my killer and get part of my life back. Carlotta said to me before I had left “If you really do get the man that murdered you, your life could start back to where it left off. Or it could go in a completely different way. I’m not too good at this kind of stuff sweetie.”

I had given her the number of the cell phone I had her buy for me. “If you ever find some kind of information I could use” I’d said to her. “Of course I’ll call you.” she had said “I’ll call you too!” Juan shouted at me over the rumble of the engine of my new transportation. A 1987 ford pickup not in bad shape either. Carlotta had bought it for me using the money I had brought with me on the trip. I did not know if I would need money or not. I drove at night, not wanting to freak out people who could not see me. I was now in Las Vegas Nevada where my killer was supposed to be living the high life. Good thing to because I was about out of gas. I wish Juan had come with me; he could have gotten gas and paid for it.

I had tracked down someone named Jackson Hall. I lurked in and out of bars and hotels all over town looking for clues to my killer’s location. He seems to fit the build of the man who killed me and similar features. I’d thought one night looking across a bar where he was sitting with a female companion. ‘Gee, I wonder if he’s going to kill you too.’ I was upset by now and had to leave the bar.
I would follow this man and see if he’s ever out in daylight. I followed him from the bar to what appeared to be his apartment. I camped out in my truck all night and then at sunrise I was thinking ‘He’ll never make it out here if he’s who I think he is.’ At 7a.m. he walks out into the bright morning sunlight. Now I have no leads. Nothing at all, I was out of luck. I got a call from Carlotta saying that she had pulled some string and found a psychic that might have be able to help me out. She said her name was Loretta Jensen and she was actually lived in Las Vegas. I thanked Carlotta and asked “Do you think she’ll be able to see me?” Carlotta laughed and said to me “Of course Honey I told her about your situation.” I thanked Carlotta again and started to make my way to the address she had given me.

So that’s now where I am now sitting in the living room of Loretta Jensen. I am scared and at a loss. I have no family and no future husband. This last year has been a nightmare. I do not sleep or eat. I had everything ahead of me and nothing now to look forward to but finding the horrible man who did this to me.

I hear a distant ringing and think it is Loretta’s phone. It gets louder and louder and I “think isn’t she going to answer it?” I turn my head and see a night stand. I think that it looks like my old one. It is my old one and there is my phone by my bed where I had fallen asleep an hour ago. I grab the phone and it is Erik asking me when I will be leaving the house to meet him and my parents. I say I am on my way and hang up the phone.

I stand by the bed wondering about the dream I had just awoken from. Was it an omen of bad things to come or just my pre-wedding nerves? I grab my purse coat and head out the door to the rest of my life. I look around very carefully before and after I get in the car. You really just never know do you?