The rain pattered gently against the pavement, the only sound in the dark night. My footsteps echoed in the silence as I made my way towards my destination.

I could see the light coming from the windows of the old abandoned warehouse, and I knew that's where he would be. He always chose places like this.

In the week or so that I had been following him, I had learned everything I could about him. His name was Robert, and he was a serial killer.

He had killed at least eight people that I knew of, and I was determined to stop him. After tracking him for days, and I finally had him cornered.

I pulled my gun from its holster and slowly approached the warehouse. I could hear movement inside, and I knew he was in there. I crept through the door, gun at the ready.

The first thing I noticed was the smell: death. My eyes scanned the room, and I saw him.

Robert was standing over a body, but he had no weapon in his hand.

I stepped out of the shadows, gun trained on him. He slowly turned to face me, and I saw the look in his eyes. It was a look of pure evil.

"It's too late for that," Robert said, "You should have left me alone."

"I can't let you kill anymore."

He laughed, a cold, heartless laugh.

"You can't stop me," he said. "You think I haven't noticed you following me?"

He took a step towards me, and I stepped back.

"I know everything about you," he said. " I know where you live, I know where you work."

"I don't care," I said. " I'm going to stop you."

He took another step towards me, and I stepped back again.

"You can't stop me," he said. "Nobody can!"

He lunged at me, and I pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit him in the chest, and he stumbled backwards.

I stepped forward and fired again.

This time the bullet hit him in the head, and he fell to the ground, dead.

I breathed a sigh of relief and holstered my gun. Robert lay still.

I turned to Robert's victim's body on the ground, and my blood ran cold. The victim's body was missing its head.

Suddenly, Robert's body stirred.

I stepped back in shock as he slowly rose to his feet.

Roberts eyes were hollow and dead, and his skin was pale.

He opened his mouth, and I saw that his teeth had been replaced with sharp fangs.

I emptied my gun into him, but the bullets had no effect. He kept coming, and I turned and ran.

I could hear his footsteps behind me, and I knew he was coming for me. I ran for my life, but I knew I couldn't outrun him. He was faster, stronger, and more powerful than I could ever hope to be.

Suddenly, I felt his hand, impossibly strong, on my shoulder, and I knew it was over.

He slammed me against the wall and turned me to face him, and I saw the unearthly hunger in his eyes.

"Nobody hears the screams of the dead," he said, before he sunk his teeth into my neck.