Free General Population by Eddie Jakes

into reality just enough to have clear focus again.
    The cobwebs in her eyes pulled back to reveal the bright dripping fangs mere inches away from her exposed neck. Realizing in the chaos that she kept her hold on the candlestick, Tara pushed it as far into the vampire's mouth as she possibly could. Sparks and smoke began to billow from its mouth causing it to scream in agonizing pain. The throbbing pain in her head made it difficult, but Tara managed to push the burning vampire with all the strength she could muster.
    Her only hope now was to get into the library where she would be safe and the vampire could not follow her. Unless the natural laws of vampires were no longer in effect, he would not be able to follow her into the library without an invitation.
    The vampire finally pulled the candle off of its teeth and out of its mouth, but his face was still burning. The sustained head wound made Tara's sense of smell so sensitive that she almost vomited from the smell of burning undead skin and garlic. Choking back bile, she summoned all the will she could and picked herself up from the desk, and stumbled into the library. Alleviation took over Tara's body and she collapsed to the floor.
    Her calm ended as soon as she opened up her eyes and watched her attacker in the doorway. To her shock, it was still moving toward the library door. It did not seem to care that it would be killed if it continued forward; it simply reached out for her and kept walking toward her, its skin burning as advanced. She could tell it was feeling the pain because it shrieked the entire time. First its hand, then arm, and soon the head and half its torso burned to ash until nothing but the bottom half of his body fell just outside the library door dead.
    Tara didn't like to cry, but between the fear of almost dying and the severe pain in her head, she had to let it out. She didn't cry for long, but she let it out as loud as her condition would allow. Her fear turned into an angry rant for a few seconds and then she composed herself again. This moment of clarity was all she needed to remember that she was not out of danger yet. The monster's body had not been completely burnt away and was still volatile.
    "Oh shit," said Tara, fighting to get back on her feet. As fast as her injured self could carry her, she rushed behind one of the tables, flipped it over, and crouched into a fetal position. The explosion came quick and the room filled with rancid smoke. The vomiting sensation came back and this time Tara could not hold it in anymore.

    After a full day of training exercises—which included a deep cleaning of the station—Constable Roberts looked forward to a quick puff of a cigar. It was peak hour and the sidewalks were full of people going on about their daily lives. Roberts wondered what it was that these things did all day that kept them out of trouble. It wasn't like they punched a clock at a real job or anything. They were prisoners with way too much freedom in his opinion.  
    Roberts took a big drag off his cigar from his private stash. He loved the taste of tobacco; the feeling was quenching to his nerves. When he first arrived in Malevolent, he would get ill constantly and his mood was all over the spectrum. Then one day he got a whiff of the most delectable scent he had encountered since arriving. Fresh tobacco leaves drying in the sun!
    Having your memory wiped took away everything in your past, including your bad habits and addictions. Roberts was a smoker, a serious smoker that loved high-quality pipes and cigars. Lucky for him he had found a kindred spirit in Raoul, a werewolf and gypsy farmer who specialized in growing tobacco plants.
    Gypsies were proud people, and very stubborn so no amount of intimidation would work on Raoul. Everything with gypsies was traded. What could you do for them in exchange for something else? They eventually settled on the perfect arrangement once Roberts discovered something major. Raoul wasn't just a