Partway to a new colony world, board member Geoffrey Ames is woken from hibernation by the caretaking crew of the Lucian. They require him to look into the matter of their fellow crewman Morgan Heller. Morgan’s claims – such as being over 1500 years old – would normally land him in the psychiatric ward, except he can back up some of his other claims.
Here is an excerpt to give you a sample:
Delara and Geoffrey entered the cell. Along the far wall were a bed and a toilet. A small table had been placed between the bed and door, along with three folding chairs. Without ceremony, Delara set the first aid kit on the table and sat down. Geoffrey paused and studied the prisoner who stood on the other side of the table. Morgan Heller was below average height, but with plenty of muscle.
Morgan grinned and waved to the chair beside Delara. “Please, sit down.”
Geoffrey looked from him to Delara, but her face was turned away. He looked back to Morgan and nodded before sitting down.
“I’d offer you a drink, but,” Morgan spread his hands, “I must have misplaced the key to the wine cellar.” He chuckled to himself then sat down.
Geoffrey began, “Mister Heller–”
“Please, call me Morgan.”
“Mister Heller,” Geoffrey continued, gaining a smirk from Morgan, “my name is Geoffrey Ames. I’m a member of the Board of Directors woken to look into this … situation.”
“Good morning, Mister Ames.”
After a pause, Geoffrey asked, “Mister Heller, why do they have you locked up in here?”
Morgan frowned and glanced at Delara, who replied, “I thought it best if he hears your story without any preconceived notions.”
“I see.” Morgan turned back to Geoffrey and stated, “The reason they have me locked in here is because of what I am.”
When he didn’t immediately continue, Geoffrey prompted, “Which is?”
“I don’t know. The closest word for what I am is … vampire.”
For several seconds there was only silence. Then Geoffrey nodded and turned to Delara. “You woke me for this?”
Delara only smiled and opened the first aid kit. She took out a pair of scissors and held them up in front of Geoffrey. She opened and closed them a few times, and turned them around so he could see both sides. “What are you doing?” he asked.
Instead of replying, she slid them across the table to Morgan.
Morgan sighed. He picked up the scissors, opened them, and then swept a blade across his forearm.
Geoffrey jumped up, knocking over his chair. “What the hell is going on here?”
Delara stood and put her hand on his shoulder. “Geoffrey, look at his arm.”
Against his better judgment, Geoffrey turned to look at Morgan’s arm. The wound wasn’t deep, with only a little bit of blood. But then he watched as the wound closed. The edges of the skin just rejoined.
Delara sat back down and took a wipe from the kit and passed it to Morgan, who cleaned the blood from his arm. A light pink scar was the only indication something had happened.
Apparently none the worse, Morgan looked up to Geoffrey and explained, “I heal very quickly. That’s why I’m in here. There was an accident that several people witnessed. They saw me gravely injured, and then I healed right before their eyes.”
“There is security footage of the accident as well as his healing,” Delara stated.
Geoffrey looked from Morgan’s arm, to the scissors, to Delara, then to Morgan’s smiling face. “If you’ll excuse me,” Geoffrey said, then he turned and left.