The light turned green and Scott proceeded to press on the gas, gliding his smooth car through the intersection. It was the start of a long weekend and the city was bustling with drunken college students, kissing co-eds hopping from one bar to the next. If he were still human, he’d probably be doing the same. The thought of hitting a bar, after everything had happened, wasn’t half bad. The police doubled their numbers tonight. Scott noticed the hidden patrol cars, as well as the under cover ones. There was no such thing as too many units, especially on a night like this one. Scott hadn’t shown up to work in over two weeks, his choice. He’d built up a good number of vacation days that he was putting to good use. Though after everything that’s happened lately, he debated on quitting. The other guys on the force were confused about his absence; they’d never seen Scott miss a day of work.
A loud vibration came from the center console. Without looking, Scott opened it up and grabbed his cell phone. It was a text from Sam that read ‘I’m here.’ Scott sighed, she’s always early. Tonight he was meeting her at Glitter Beach, on the outskirts of the city. He hadn’t seen his sister since Opening night at Vulture, a little over a month ago, where he embarrassed himself in front of every important person of the city. Since then, Scott’s laid low. Sam’s calls have gone unanswered, and her texts were never responded to. Texts that read, ‘Scott I’m not mad at you.’ Or, ‘Scott, please call me I’m worried.’ It wasn’t until yesterday that Scott finally sent a text back, agreeing to meet and talk ‘like we used to’ Sam would say.
Scott looked completely drained. His emotional outbursts of the recent past were starting to take their toll. His stubble had grown to a short beard and his hair was longer than usual, causing random curls. He looked pale, even for a vampire. He sat in silence, no radio, no police scanner.
As he reached the outskirts, he could see the endless ocean. His shoulders seemed to relax a bit. He knew that’s why Sam had picked this spot; it was quiet and calm. Scott pulled his car into spot over looking the beach. The moon was the only source of light here, apart from the occasional beam from the lighthouse. He sat there for a moment, staring out into the ocean, arguing with himself about whether or not he should’ve come.
Finally he opened the door and stepped out. The air was moist tonight and the salty breeze brushed across his face. He walked to a set of wooden steps leading down to the sand. Scott decided to take off his socks and shoes and leave them at the top step. The glittering sand felt cool between his toes, he closed his eyes for a moment to hear nothing but the sound of the crashing waves, until Sam yelled for him. His eyes popped open to the sight of Sam running towards him with a huge smile on her face. Scott forced a smile and again wondered if this was the right choice.
Scott chose to simply walk where she had stopped. He opened his arms, offering a hug. “Hey, sis.”