Brad CallawayAt nine in the evening, the plane landed at Salem community airport. Salem was officially the place I was going to avenge my family. As the giant Boeing 707 rolled on the runway, I got out the only reminder of my family, a small picture of my mum and dad with their parents and in-laws. I had every reason to believe that the vampire who killed them was in Salem. The blood banks were being robbed and those in charge had no memory of what transpired, typical McCain, the last remaining of her bloodline. For years, I had hunted her down in the forest and woods where I thought she lived, but I kept running head fast to the same brick wall. I didn't know her. We hadn't met yet, all I had was a picture, and it matched the one captured in the CCTV camera of the last hospital she hit. And she had not aged a day."Welcome to Salem Brad, Kindly state the purpose of your visit," the immigration official said going through my passport."Education sir, I have a letter of offer from Tri
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