With exposed film still straggling from his camera like long strips of brown confetti, he stood there and watched the Cessna accelerate down Runway 5. For a moment it was a black shape against the bellowing fire of the genny and the auxiliary tanks, a shape like a bat, and then it was up, it was gone, and the cop was slamming Dees up against the wall hard enough to make his nose bleed and he didn’t care, he didn’t care about anything, and when the sobs began to tear their way out of his chest again, he closed his eyes, and still he saw the Night Flier’s bloody urine striking the curved porcelain, becoming visible, and swirling down the drain.

This is one of those stories from Stephen King which is either a hit or a miss for some but for me, it really fulfilled that craving for some vampire action. First published in the 1988 anthology Prime Evil, the story follows a reporter trying to get some juicy articles written for his shiny sheet. He’s not The New York Times level, he’s mostly common bare bones and blood working for “View” magazine whose articles feature some titles like MY TWINS ARE ALIENS, RAPED WOMAN CRIES, and WOMAN EATS ABUSING HUBBY.

As he starts to investigate desanguinations and vampiric activities, he never thoughts he’ll run face to face with one. I liked it till the author describes in great detail the vampire peeing blood like a kidney transplant patient in the local gas station urinal.

This was adapted into a movie in 1997: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119784/