It All Started and Ended with a Full Moon

The night air was cold as it hit Dan's face. He let out a peaceful exhale and watched his breath float into the dark night sky. This far up north, you could see all the stars in the sky. The full moon was larger and brighter here, its light not polluted with the unnatural glow of a city. Dan shook his dark brown locks out of his hazel eyes as he raised his arms above his head. His gaze remained fixated on the moon as a dozen or so officers drew their weapons and shouted commands at him. There were no lights and sirens as the team had been instructed to shut them off once they approached Dan's family cabin for fear of spooking the killer.

“What a fitting end. It all started with a full moon and now it's going to end with one,” Dan thought to himself as he got down on his knees and put his hands behind his head. Two officers approached him with their guns drawn. One handcuffed his arms behind his back, put on a bite guard, and shoved Dan into the dirt while the other kept his gun pointed at Dan's skull. As his pale face was shoved down, he saw the scantily dressed woman that he had intended to be his fourth victim standing next to an ambulance. She was covered in cuts and bruises with two puncture marks on her neck. Her white crop top and pink panties were covered in mud, and blood. When Dan's eyes met hers, a look of fear and horror crept onto her otherwise delicate face. 

Dan couldn't help but smile back, revealing his sharpened canines. The cop who was holding him down on the ground noticed Dan's gaze fixated on his victim and pressed his knee down harder into the criminal's back. Dan let out a hiss. He held no animosity towards the woman for reporting him. It was a matter of life and death afterall. To be perfectly honest, if they had traded places, Dan would have done anything to get away from his attacker as well. The only regret that Dan had was that he was not able to kill more people. Three killings were no easy feet, but five would have landed him in the books. Also, he hadn't gotten to create the scene for an exsanguination by vampire because the woman had put up such a hard fight. Vampires were one of Dan's favorite cryptids. 

Dan was nearly 6ft tall, and over 200 lbs. His victim was about half his size and a whole foot shorter, yet she had managed to incapacitate Dan long enough to run to a nearby cabin and phone the police. A very impressive accomplishment considering each canin was miles apart and she had no footwear. The reward was the woman's life, and probably Dan's freedom if not his life as well.

A third officer came up. This one wearing an FBI coat and a lanyard with their name on it. “Agent Donovan”. Upon closer inspection, agent Donovan was an attractive woman in her 30’s. She had long brown hair pinned up in a low bun and dark brown eyes to match. Her nose was petite and her eyes in perfect proportion to her face. Her lips were also full and she had no blemishes on her skin. Dan was immediately captivated by the officer. She grabbed him by the cuffs and forced him to stand. Without any struggle, Dan allowed the officer to lead him to her suv which was solid black and unmarked.

Dan’s long, black trench coat, and black jeans made him feel excruciatingly hot inside the dark SUV.  Before long, he was drenched in sweat. Rather than speak up, he remained quite transfixed yet again by the full moon. Agent Donovan realized that he was hot and turned up the heat. The bastard deserved to suffer, and since it was cold outside it would be considered reasonable to turn up the heat. Mistreatment of the suspect would not be able to be proven without a doubt in this circumstance so the agent decided to roast him. 

They were in a very remote area in northern Minnesota so the surrounding areas were devoid of houses and people for the most part. Tall evergreens were the only thing that lined the road that led to the nearest town, which was over an hour’s drive away. Agent Donovan had phoned ahead of time to the town sheriff that they would be stopping in to process a serial murder suspect. The two sat quietly most of the ride until the last ten minutes. 

Looking into the rear view mirror, Agent Donovan made eye contact with her prisoner. He had an uncaring and cold gaze which ticked her off. Donovan asked her suspect “So Daniel Newton, you seem like a rather calm guy. Why did you decide to start killing people in such bizarre ways?”

Agent Donovan couldn't see the man's mouth but she could tell he was smiling by the way his eyes narrowed. 

“Call me Dan, everyone else does. And to answer your question, I would prefer we do it in a controlled setting. With a recording device if possible. I'm not denying any claims to have killed anyone or anything so silly,  as I have been caught red-handed.  However, I would like everything I say to be part of the official record for the courts. And no, I won't be needing a lawyer. That would be a moot point as of now. In exchange for the information though, I want to have regular updates on the status of the survivor.”

Agent Donovan scoffed, “There's no way in hell that's happening. Why would you want to know that anyways? You think you are going to escape or something and seek revenge?”

Dan offered a puzzled expression, “Now why would I want revenge? I will get justice for my crimes as one should. No, I would love to congratulate the woman on surviving me and for the wonderful fight she put up. It's fighters like that who make being a killer exciting!”

Agent Donovan pulled into the parking lot of the sheriff's department and was sickened by the bastard that was sitting in the back seat. Too bad his take down wasn't more violent. She may have gotten the chance to sucker punch him or break a couple ribs.