A Ghoul In Suspect

I drank six blood packs. . .Oh my god, they're so going to notice! Panicking as I didn't know what to do, I walked in circles for minutes until I saw something that caught my eye. It was a clipboard? They're usually not supposed to be on the blood–carriers though? That's so unusual?...

Unless. . ."Oh no. . ." I realized; what that had meant. . .

It meant whoever was in charge of taking care of this truck was on a break and that they weren't finished with their shipment–import, also meaning I screwed up too!!

I need to make this right. . .Or at least cover myself?!

The last thing I want is for people to get suspicious. . .

So I need to rewrite the data placed on the records. . .

Walking over to the board and picking it up. As I thought, it was a data sheet keeping records of the blood packs' stored. Knowing that I had a really good; or bad idea.

Reading it and finding out that these containers held up to 32 blood packs, I walked over to six of the containers plus the one already opened by me, and took some out.

Rearranging them till there were only 31 in 6 containers, I made it seem like they had miscounted 1 for 6 of 'em.

And finishing quickly, with my heart racing for every one second of tampering with the supplies, I know I'm in the wrong for doing this; but it's too late to go back now. . .

And finishing, with every step I'm taking making a sound against the metal under me, I left the blood truck an got outside, looking around as I jumped out to see nobody.

Taking a breath of relief, I hid the 6 empty blood packs in my pocket, and running super fast over to the trash bin, I threw them out as they were wrapped in cloth.

I used my servers' uniform to make a cloth ball, so when people come to take the trash out, they see just a bunch of bundled up work-clothes, not what's inside of them.

Now in a buttoned-up blue t-shirt and cargo pants, I had looked around one more time to make sure I hadn't been seen, and then made my way to the back doors keypad.

Typing in its passcode I stole a while ago, I made my way inside, and walked through the halls to the back of the blood bank to find a spare blood handler's uniform.

This time I wasn't doing anything wrong, this time I was just going to work, I volunteer here so that when I steal blood, I can give it back to them, but not with my own...

Back when I first came to these lands, I was attacked an bitten by a small plant monster on my ankle, an let's just say I never want my blood to be consumed by anything.

Because that experience for me was way too traumatic.

Anyways, finding a spare pink scrub which all the people like me who volunteered wear, I put it on and made my way to the blood transfusion center; to start helping.

Usually, me and blood don't get along, seeing as how I reacted back in the truck, and back at work. But when I come here I plug my nose with tissues and wear a mask.

It's surprising how much it actually helps me focus...?

An since I just ate I shouldn't have any urges while doing this, I only come in after I eat. . .Okay, sometimes before so I can snag one of the ones I fill up and not mark, but I always make sure to be sneaky and safe before I do.

But sometimes the sight of blood sets me off, so I need to take precautions beforehand to control myself, its like usually not that bad? But when it is, I end up using pain as a way to control myself, it hurts a lot but it works a bunch, and ensures I don't accidentally hurt anyone.

. . . . .

Makin' my way to the center, an checkin' in while already in my scrubs, I easily made my way to a station; working here isn't so bad, people greet me regularly with a smile and never seem to be blue(down) when I come to work.

It makes me feel special despite looking like a corpse. Uh. . .I really need to catch some sun one of these days, I'm so white, and I'm always feeling so cold; it's awful.

I miss the blue sun of my home world; it warmed me.

Forget about that, I'm not in that horrid place anymore.

I need to focus on helping and drawing out the patience blood for now, and since I took so much, I might as well as stay here a few hours more than I'm supposed to.

. . . . . Meanwhile [In Another PoV]. . . . .

Stepping in front of the blood bank, "You're late," Hank said as he had been waiting here for me, but glancing at him, "Well, it's not like I'm supposed to be here on time"

"That's... Wait did I tell you to meet me here at 12?"

"Maybe? Why don't you check, oh wait, you called"

Glancing at him as Hank knew I was already busy, I sighed and said, "So, what was this about again? We need to hurry before they notice I'm missing again"

Glancing at him as I smelled his blood out in the open, "What did you do?" I said to him, and he turned to me with a grin on his face, "I found one, an undead; it's a ghoul"

Lookin at Hank, this tall white man who's always wearin' black, and wearing a cloak with tools to deal with undead creatures, he might seem crazy, but he's actually crazy smart, and my best friend. And I could wish for no one else, "So then, how bad are we looking at right now?"

Turning to me, "So that's the thing, this one looks so human that she can even resist the urges of blood!" he said intriguing me, so I listened to every detail of it.

"And to be honest, if I was anyone else I would've never suspected her, she looks like a foreigner, but that might just be its disguise for not showing its original form, ya know how nifty these undead can be these days Adam"

"Yeah, they always find a way to ensure their survival"

"Exactly! But here's the thing, when I was in its shop I had accidentally cut my finger–" cutting him off, "How do you, and I mean you, a Rank 4 Hunter, accidentally cut yourself that easily, it's literally impossible," I asked.

And he laughed, "Okay, so maybe I might have done it on purpose, nothing gets by you Adam, you're as sharp as ever, yet again it might as well as be those wolf genes?"

"Hank..."

"Ah yes, back to what I was saying"

"Thank you"

"Ok, so I've been suspicious of her for a while, but you know how your father sends me on errands and stuff"

"Yeah? And?"

"So I haven't had time to investigate, so when I came back this morning, I just decided to prick my finger"

"And you actually got a reaction?"

"Yes! You should have seen it! If I was anyone else, like the lady she was talking to, I would have thought she got sick or actually forgot something in the back room, but you should have seen it, her eyes. . .It was hard to see but I saw them past her magic disguise, her eyes glew a horrendous color red! It made my blood pump!"

"You're really excited about this?"

"Damn right I am, I haven't faced a ghoul since I was still being mentored! From what I remember they're fast, they feel no pain, and they're always craving the flesh of humans, other meats can lighten their hunger but at the end of the day, they crave the hunt and they need to kill a human to survive, after all, that's how the first ghoul was born, from humans eating other humans. . .But there's one thing about this chick I don't get? Why come here? And or is she really a ghoul or might she be another variant, maybe even a progenitor?"

"A progenitor?" I asked, and his smile started fading.

"Yeah... There was something about this one? She was way too human than I liked, an her control was different from any ghoul I've ever faced or bright out into the light, that's also why I called you, I'm sure, but I'm not sure?..."

"I don't know what that means?"

"You're also a supernatural creature, Adam. And you have one hell of a magic sense, so I need a favor from ya, go in, find a woman with pearly white skin and raven black hair, it should still be tired into a bun, and find out if what I was thinking was right, because if I am, I won't be enough, we'll need to contact the Trinity to assist..."

From what I gathered, this might be bigger than what he can deal with, he's a strong undead hunter, but even he knows his limit, he's not stupid, so... Looking at him with a serious expression as now is not the time for anything else other than what needs to be done, "My life is in your hands, Hank. Let's just hope that she's not too much..."

Nodding his head, "Good luck then, brother"

Grabbing his forearm as he grabbed mine.

We shook on it and parted ways for now.