The Angel's Silence: Part Fourteen

The girl appeared to be around 19. She was 5:6” 120 lbs, with long curly dark brown hair that looked like it had not been washed in weeks. She was wearing a long white dress that looked more like a bed sheet wrapped around her, and no shoes. She sat down directly across from John. He offered her something to drink, but she declined. She kept looking over her shoulder the whole time. This made John suspicious.

“So… What is your name?”
Asked John

“Never mind that. It is not important, but what I have to say about the VPK is.”
Answered the unnamed girl

“All right. What is it that you know about the VPK?”
Asked John

“I know what he looks like. He is tall, maybe 6’2”, He appears to weigh 195 lbs. With closely cut black hair. He had no facial hair. He is clearly Bulgarian in descent.”

“How do you know all this?”

“Because I was almost one of his victims. I was on my way home one night after a party at a friends’ house, when I noticed this dark figure following me. I had a few drinks, so I assumed it was all in my head, but it wasn’t. He began following me closer. I got scared and started to run, but he ran faster. After a few minutes, he caught me. Put a rag with chloroform over my face, and everything went black. The next thing I know, I am in this tied to something, but there were blind folds over my eyes, and I couldn’t see anything. I could hear a voice close by saying,
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. It will all be over soon.”

I felt a sharp instrument gliding across my stomach, and then instant pain. He poured something over the cuts, which only made them hurt worse. He then began to glide the sharp instrument over my arms, legs and face.”

At that moment, the unnamed girl brushed her hair away from her face with her right hand, and revealed a long cut that was about five to six inches long, starting from her right ear and stopping almost at her mouth. She then pulled up the sleeves and revealed cuts up and down her arm. They were deep and also five to six inches in length. They also appeared to be quite a bit of scarring on her arms, but not from the cuts. They were in a circler pattern.

She continued…

“He kept pouring the liquid all over me. It made my skin feels as though it was completely on fire. And it had a very strong smell. About an hour later, he removed the blindfold. I couldn’t turn my head because it, along with the rest of my body was held down by metal restraints. In front of me, I could see a large iron door. The room looked like a dungeon. It was very dark. The only light I could see was from two candles on a small wooden table. He kept walking back and fourth whispering to himself in Bulgarian.”

“Could you understand any of what he was saying?”
Asked John

“Not that much. Only a few words, but I don’t think they were significant.”

“Anything at all that you can tell us is significant.”
Said John

“He said something about the sky almost being ready to give birth to a new star. He said a lot more, but that is all I could understand. I now wish I would have paid more attention to my father’s Bulgarian lessons when I was a child.”

“What happened next?”
Asked John, while writing everything she said down

“He got a razorblade, cut his wrist, and dripped the blood all down my body. However, it did not look like normal blood. It was so dark, almost black. But I could be mistaken because it was dark in the room. All I kept thinking was he was probably full of diseases, and he had now passed them onto me because I had open cuts all over. He continued whispering to himself, and then starting humming this hymn that I learned in church as a child. He injected me with something, and that’s the last I remember. I awoke on wet grass somewhere near here. I didn’t remember anything that had happened until several days later.”

“When did you say this took place?”
Asked John

“Nine days ago.”
Answered the girl

“What makes you so sure this was the VPK? It doesn’t sound like something he would do; let a potential victim go?”

“It was him, without a doubt. He told me so, and he showed me pictures of all of his victims. They were people that I recognized from the news. I don’t know why he let me go.”

“Do you remember his face well?”

“Yes I do.”

“Would you be willing to explain him to our artist so we can make a composite drawing?”

“Yes, but not today. I have to go. I have already been here too long.”

“No, don’t go. We still need you. You didn’t give us your name or address where we can reach you.”
Shouted John as the girl started to walk out of building.

“I will come back.”
Said the girl

“When?”
Asked John

“Soon.”
She replied while walking out the door

This was the first big lead they had gotten.

(To Be Continued)