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Well, here is my first adult fiction story. This is a modern day
vampire story and I was trying for the style of such films as An American
Werewolf In London and Innocent Blood, which had a mix of sex, horror, and a
few laughs (at least that’s what I was aiming for).
Now for the comments section. I am not a begging man ordinarily,
but if you will please imagine me on my knees as I say this. I love getting
feedback from readers; it lets me know that my work isn’t being ignored. So
please, if you have any comments about how the story is going, please send them
to me.
And now for the legal stuff:
If you are under 18, please turn off your computer and leave
because it is illegal for you to have impure thoughts, or something like that.
So zip up and go away. Maybe you can find one of your dad’s Playboy’s or
something. Seriously, this story contains sexual content and it is illegal for
persons under 18 years of age to view this. Plus, I must add the disclaimer
that vampirism is not only illegal, I believe it is impossible, so please do
not go out and start biting people on the neck.
Now that that’s out of the way, here we go:
“Oooh yeah, fuck me harder…” Lysette moaned as she continued to ride
her new lover.
She couldn’t believe she was doing this. An hour ago she had been
nearing the end of her waitressing shift, when he walked in to what had
previously been an empty diner.
Lysette hadn’t taken much notice of him at first, his clothes were
disheveled and his hair was mussed, as though he had just walked through a
hurricane. But he had these striking blue eyes that she couldn’t get out of her
head. When she went over to take his order, she couldn’t help but stare at
them, it was like they pierced right into her brain.
“What can I get you?” she had managed to stammer out.
“Are you on the menu?” he’d asked in a deep but low voice. Normally an old line like that would have
resulted in the customer getting a glass of ice water poured onto his lap, but
this time Lysette hadn’t been able to bring herself to do it. Instead she’d
replied, “Yes, but only for you,” and leaned in and kissed him.
As their tongues had begun dancing slowly in each other’s mouth,
the man’s hand had reached up her skirt and began playing with her pussy
through her panties. Lysette had soon
been dripping wet as his hand play continued.
She’d been amazed at her own actions. There she was, a beautiful 26 year
old with a great body (if she didn’t say so herself), and no shortage of men
begging to get under her skirt. And yet she was letting some stranger paw her
pussy five minutes after they had met.
It was those eyes she’d thought, as long as she saw those eyes,
she couldn’t say ‘no’ to him. So when he’d said they should go back to her
apartment, she had quickly agreed. It had been as if all her pent up passions
were released as they tore each other’s clothes off. Lysette hadn’t realized
how horny she’d been, but now she’d known she wanted her new lover to fuck her,
and fuck her hard. And so there they
were, fucking like wild animals. His eyes had been the first thing that Lysette
had noticed, but as she took in his naked body she realized there were other
good points about him too.
His body, which she hadn’t been able to gauge underneath all his
baggy clothes, was lean and muscular. He moved like a cat and for the past
little while, he and Lysette had been engaging in positions she never would
have dreamed about. She couldn’t believe how she could not have noticed how
good looking he was before, but now as his powerful cock continued to thrust
into her and drive her to yet another orgasm, she came to the realization that
all that mattered was what was happening right now. She was having the best sex
of her life, so what the hell did it matter that she just met this guy and knew
nothing about him. “I’m gonna cum,” he
cried, and quickly Lysette pulled off him.
“Cum in my mouth, baby,” she cried and quickly she took his rock hard
cock into her mouth. As she tasted her own juices on him, she once again
marveled at what she was doing.
It was if he had come into her life and was fulfilling her deepest
fantasies about uninhibited sex with a stranger. She would do anything for
him…anything. Lysette continued to suck
his cock, as she fingered herself, and soon he exploded into her mouth, causing
her to cum again herself. Her brain was more or less toasted from her multiple
orgasms, so she collapsed onto her bed and held her lover tightly.
“Oh baby, that was the best ever,” Lysette sighed as her lover
began breathing heavily. “Hey…I don’t even know what to call you, what’s your
name, stud?” However, when her lover turned to answer her, Lysette was shocked
to see that his eyes had turned from blue to blood red, and that fangs had
emerged from his mouth.
“You can call me ‘Master’,” the vampire said as he buried his
fangs into Lysette’s neck, quieting her just as she was about to scream. Later, he walked out of her apartment,
wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his coat. As he walked out, a cat sitting in
the hallway let out a sharp hiss in his direction. In response the vampire
kicked the cat down the hall. “Damn
cats,” he chuckled, “always the first to know.”
The phone began ringing in the headquarters of the Washington D.C.
Homicide Division.
“Don’t answer it…” Detective Chris Foster stated.
“We have to answer it,” Detective Pete Foster replied.
“There’s no ‘have to’s’ here, we’ll just wait for someone else to
answer it.” “I don’t see a line forming,” Pete told his brother and partner, as
he looked around at a squad room empty of fellow detectives. “We’re the only
ones here, therefore when a call comes in, we have to answer it.” “Just wait
for someone else to come in,” Chris pleaded, “I’ve got a bad feeling about this
call.”
“You always have bad feelings about the calls. Now one of us has
to answer this damn thing before they hang up.”
“Fine, but I’ve really got a bad feeling about this one,” Chris
said as he picked up the phone, “Homicide, Detective Foster speaking.” Twenty
minutes later, the Foster brothers were taking a look at the corpse of Lysette
Andrews, who lay silently on her sheets.
“Victim’s name is Lysette Andrews,” Officer Julie Muldowski told the
detectives.
“Works as a waitress at a diner a few blocks down.”
“Who found her?” Pete asked.
“Landlady, her name’s Marge Watterson,” Muldowski answered, “she’s
over there if you want to talk to her.”
“I’ll take her,” Chris said as he walked over to the landlady, who
was smoking a cigarette and holding a cat in the corner of the hall. “Ms.
Watterson, how did you come to find Ms. Andrews?”
“Well, this morning my Snookums here came in limping because
someone kicked her,” Marge said as she held up her rather displeased cat. “And
I don’t know why someone would do that, because Snookums is such a good kitty,
aren’t you Snookums? Aren’t you the cutest little pussycat in the entire free
world? Yes you are…yes you are.”
“Um Ms. Watterson,” Chris interrupted, “I’m sure your cat is
adorable, but can we get back to the matter at hand here?”
“Oh yes,” Marge said as she stopped her ode to her kitty’s
cuteness, “Anyway the only one on this floor who could have done it is, I mean
was, that chickie over there.”
“You mean the victim?” Chris asked.
“Yup, her, I saw the way she always looked at Snookums and I never
trusted her. So when my precious little
kitty here came up lame this morning, I marched right over here. When no one
answered the door, I got my key and I saw this,” she said as she pointed to the
crime scene.
“Do you know if she has any friends or family we can contact
around here?” Chris asked.
“Nah, she kept to herself around me. I don’t know anything about
her family or friends.”
“Well did you see or hear anything last night?” “No, but I heard
her and her new boyfriend last night. Boy they were going at it.”
“So she was with someone, did you get a look at him?” Chris
asked. “No, as long as they don’t break
the furniture, I don’t give a fuck what they do in here. I can identify his
moans if you want me too.” “I don’t think that will be necessary, ma’am,” Chris
said as he closed his notebook, “We’ll let you know if we need anything else.”
With that he rejoined his brother who was giving permission for the medical
examiner to take Lysette’s body away.
“Well, what did the landlady have to say?” Pete asked. “Well, other than the fact that her cat,
Snookums, is the most adorable little kitty in the entire free world, not
much,” Chris replied. “Our victim here did have someone over last night, but
she never got a look at him. What’s the story here.”
“Well, the ME should have something for us by the end of the day,
but whoever did this did a pretty good job on her. Her whole throat was ripped
out,” Pete replied.
“Hmm, that must have been a pleasant way to go,” Chris said, “The
landlady doesn’t know any of her friends and family so we’re going to have to
do some real legwork on this one.”
“Yeah, we’d better head over to that diner she worked at,” Pete
said as he looked over at the crime scene, “Hey Chris, her whole throat was
ripped out, right?”
“That’s what you just told me.”
“Yeah, but if that’s the case, where’s all the blood?”
“Come again?” Chris replied.
“Well, in a typical throat slashing you’re gonna have lots of
blood because the jugular’s been cut. But there’s only a little bit of blood on
the sheets. Where did it go?” Pete asked.
“Maybe the guy took it home as a souvenir,” Chris answered. “Maybe, but what kind of a person would do a
thing like that?” Pete asked, not expecting much of an answer.
“I don’t know Petey, I don’t know.”
The two stood in silent reflection for a moment before Chris
reached over and smacked his brother’s head with his notebook. “Next time I say
we shouldn’t answer the phone, let’s not answer the phone, you schmuck.”
Lieutenant Lawrence Smith surveyed the squad room, his squad room
to be exact. They were all milling
around. Detectives Tom Avery, Carly Sanchez, Arnold Nash, Steve Huston, and of
course the Foster Brothers. They
weren’t the most disciplined of units, a constant source of displeasure with
the bosses upstairs, but they always got the job done. It was good that they
were all around, it meant that the cases were all easy right now. In a city
decaying as fast as D.C. was, a slow day was a good day in the homicide
unit. Especially now, he reasoned,
since a big Hollywood movie was filming in D.C., and everyone from the Mayor on
down was walking on pins and needles. A smooth go-round for the film and more
could follow, and that meant more money coming in. It really always came down
to money.
Lieutenant Smith had a jolly demeanor, which was furthered by a
slight weight problem, but it masked an intense dedication to his job and the
responsibility it entailed. The job of a police lieutenant always involved
politics of some sort, but it was especially hard for Smith, as an
African-American, knowing there were still people in the department who didn’t
want to see him advance further in rank. However, he was always behind his
detectives 100% and that earned him the respect and admiration of everyone in
the squad. Time to check on their progress… “So, gentleman,” Smith said as he
walked up to the Foster Brothers, “how’s that new case of yours going?”
“Ooooh, it’s a real gut check, Lieutenant,” Pete said, “A nice
girl had her throat torn out.”
“Yeah, but no blood left at the scene. It’s a real head
scratcher,” Chris added, “We’ve just finished notifying the next of kin, which
is always so much fun.” “Got a suspect yet?” Smith asked.
“Well, apparently our victim left her job at a diner with an
unidentified man last night,” Pete answered, “The cook got a brief look at him
but that’s all. He did mention something about his eyes though. He said, and I
quote, ‘They were like blue lasers.’”
“So do we like the boyfriend for the murder?” Smith asked. “He’s the top suspect right now,” Chris
replied. “I can’t wait to meet him though. Probably got big jars of blood
sitting on his coffee table. But I’m afraid that this one might turn into a
stone cold whodunit, Lieutenant.” “Don’t worry, I have absolute faith in your
abilities as detectives to close this case,” Smith replied.
“I wouldn’t,” Pete remarked.
“Now, now none of that attitude here,” Smith said, “go out there
and solve it.
This case is going to get closed, I have a gut feeling about this
one.”
The vampire was in his lair, if that’s what you could call it.
While the sunlight couldn’t kill him, and he could walk around in it, he was
considerably weakened by it.
He smiled to himself as he thought of Lysette. She was great, both
as someone to fuck and someone to snack upon. He was still hungry though, but
that could wait until tonight. Lysette was just the beginning. There was a lot
more he intended to do, and a lot more lovely ladies he intended to do it to.
It was all going to be a lot of fun…this was just the beginning.
The vampire had been waiting for this for a long time. Before his
transformation, he’d been just another lowly mortal, named Daniel, for those
who were curious. And in every day of that existence, the anger coursed through
his body. Anger at the world, anger at all the people he saw, anger at the
position his life was in. He reacted to every adversity by taking it as a
personal slight and he reacted through violence, leaving him isolated from
everyone else. The only thing that gave
him pleasure were his dreams, dreams where he was king and all who did not bend
to his will were violently destroyed, dreams where he had everything he wanted
and slaves who catered to his every whim.
Those dreams were especially hard to make true, but he knew of a way to
make it all happen. His studies, as he liked to call them, of the black arts
has shown him the way to his paradise. He had searched for what he needed and
yesterday, when he finally found it, he saw that it was even close to home. He
thought he’d have to search all over the world, but what he needed was near
Washington. It would only take him an hour or two to get down to Maryland, and
then down near the Chesapeake River lay his prize. The vampire smiled as he
thought back; this had only been his first night as a vampire, but it had been
incredible. It was just past nine when
Daniel came upon the old man living in the cave near the beach of the
Chesapeake. He watched as the withered old thing caught a rat, sliced its gut open,
and drained its blood. When the old man finished up, Daniel entered the cave.
“Having some supper, old man?” Daniel asked.
“Get out of here…” the man said in a low but sharp voice, an
obviously European accent present in his speech.
“I can’t,” Daniel replied, “Not until you give me what I want.”
“And what might that be. I don’t have any money or possessions for
you to steal.
There is nothing for you here.”
“Oh I think you know what I want, old man, and I think you’re
going to give it to me.”
The old man looked up at Daniel with a mixture of bemusement and
weariness in his eyes.
“So someone has finally found me. You don’t want it…”
“Oh, but I do,” Daniel replied, “I want it very badly. You’ve
squandered your gift. Look at you, you could be a master of the universe but
instead you sit here eating rats for your supper. You’re a wrinkled disgrace.”
“You think you know everything,” the old man said, a trail of the rat’s blood
dribbling down his chin, “But you don’t want this. You should leave before I
lose patience with you and deprive you of that screwed up head of yours.”
“You’re hardly in a position to dictate terms,” Daniel said, his rage
growing. “Now I came here for
something, and I am going to get it from you! Why are you even fighting with
me, look at the way you live? This is pathetic. You-“ Daniel was quickly
silenced by the old man, who put a claw to his throat. “You talk too much,” the old man angrily
hissed, “I live here as penance! I have taken away so much life, I am now
forced to spend the rest of mine in isolation, depriving myself of the human
blood I once feasted on. I have chosen to punish myself and seek forgiveness
from God for the evil I have done. I shall not let some child like you
interrupt me as I make peace with my God.” The old man then bared his ancient
fangs and grasped Daniel by the neck. “You cannot want this! I will not allow
you to take my curse for yourself!” “You know, old man,” Daniel said as he
broke away from the old man’s grasp and threw him to the ground, “You don’t have
much choice. Your time is over, mine is just about to begin.”
With that Daniel slammed his fist into the old man’s chest and
broke through the thin skin. He grasped the old vampire’s heart and pulled it
out. As he did this, the man’s body began to shudder and after he gurgled words
in a language Daniel couldn’t understand, the man’s body dissolved to
dust. “I hope you made your peace old
man,” Daniel said as he held the still beating heart in his hand, “You were too
weak for this life anyway.” Daniel then proceeded to take the heart and,
without any hesitation or concern, shoved it into his mouth and ate it in its
entirety. Almost as soon as he finished, Daniel was hit by a series of violent
spasms and he collapsed to the ground.
He began to vomit a type of dark red goo that seemed to resemble a
type of gelatinous blood. Daniel’s eyes rolled back into his head and he began
to scream at the top of his lungs as every cell in his body was hit with an
unimaginable type of pain. Then just when it seemed as though the pain wouldn’t
stop, Daniel felt a type of explosion go off in his body and the pain roared
through him for one final time before he died.
But even as Daniel’s mortal life ended, his immortal one was
beginning. His body began to levitate in the air, where it was soon covered in
an unholy type of glow. Anyone who happened to be standing on the beach that
night would have suddenly felt a huge gust of wind come roaring through as
Daniel suddenly regained consciousness and proceeded to let out a tremendous
scream that seemed to resonate for miles.
The gust of wind hit him and he fell to the ground, having become
more a snarling beast than human. His fingers had twisted into huge claws, his
fangs were distended from his mouth like knives, and his eyes had become blood
red. At that moment, a bum whose
drunken sleep a few sand dunes over had been interrupted by the noise, arrived
to investigate. He was very pissed at the source of that noise since it had
awoken him from that dream he loved where The Queen of the Nile had made him
her personal attendant. As he looked
into the cave and saw the beast that stood within it, he barely had enough time
to begin his scream before Daniel pounced upon him and ripped off his head with
a claw. The severed head landed somewhere near the corner of the cave, the
man’s mouth frozen in an eternal scream.
As a gusher of blood poured out from the man’s neck, the vampire began
to drink from it, feeling his strength return with every droplet he swallowed.
Soon, the vampire had ripped open the man’s entire body and feasted on whatever
he could. When he was finished, the
vampire looked more human and as the blood poured through his veins, Daniel’s
face and body returned to their normal state. His fangs disappeared into his
mouth, the claws became fingers again, and the red eyes returned to Daniel’s
natural baby blues.
As Daniel sat in the cave, he felt the effects of the blood and
the transformation and the pleasure they both brought him. He had been seeking
this change for so long and now that it had finally occurred, it did not
disappoint. Now he had attained the
powers to make his wildest fantasies come true, it was all within his reach
now. There was nothing to be denied him now. Those who had scorned him and
ignored him in the past would get down on their knees and beg him to let them
worship him like a God.
He decided that it was time to test some more of those powers and
as he began to concentrate on the task of flight, his body began to levitate
off the ground until he has floating above the sand dunes.
“Enough of these baby steps,” Daniel muttered and soon, with a
mighty rush of air, he flew up into the night sky at a tremendous speed. The
cold wind whipped across his face as he flew, but Daniel didn’t feel any of its
effect. However, as he flew back to
Washington, he began to feel a guttural rumbling in his stomach and soon his
body was overtaken by a tremendous, driving thirst. He reasoned that the change
must have taken more out of him than he originally thought because the dead
man’s blood should have been enough to satisfy him. As he neared his city, Daniel felt the thirst drive harder than
ever. He landed down with a sudden drop on a near empty city street. He looked
around, the thirst compelling him to find sustenance, and he spotted an
all-night diner. His new unholy
eyesight allowed him to see a beautiful waitress working inside and Daniel
quickly felt his fangs extend as he licked his lips. Perhaps he could take care
of two cravings at once he thought to himself, as he felt his cock begin to
grow hard.
After all a master vampire needed a family of slave vampires,
didn’t he. Daniel
walked toward the diner, almost giddy with anticipation. This was
going to be so
sweet…
As the day continued, the investigation into the murder of Lysette
Andrews seemed to hit one brick wall after another. No one could give the
police any clear description of the man who had left with Lysette and nobody
they talked to could provide any more leads.
“This is just great,” Pete Foster said as he tossed a pile of
witness statements on his desk. “One guy says our mystery man was a tall Puerto
Rican, another says it was short black man. One says it was an average white
guy, and I’ve got a street person who says that Lysette walked away with a
woman. I keep waiting for someone to say she left with Elvis.”
“Oh, stop your whining,” Chris Foster replied, “Remember, I’m the
primary Detective on this one. It’s not going to be your name with the unsolved
case attached to it. If anyone should be whining about this it’s me.” “Both of
you should stop whining,” Detective Carly Sanchez said as she walked up to the
two brothers, “Do you think you two could focus on the victim for a second. You
two are still taking in oxygen, she’s not.” “Oh, Carly, always the squad room’s
conscience,” Chris said, “Of course you’re speaking with the perspective of
someone who’s closed her last, what is it? 32 cases in a row?”
“Hey, I’m just good. You two could stand to watch me and learn a
little. Hell, I’ve been carrying him for years…” Carly replied as she gestured
to her partner, Steve Huston, who at this moment was sitting down at his desk,
feet propped up, reading a copy of a newspaper called The Lone Gunman. “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Steve said as he
looked up, “Leave me out of this one, all right?”
“Where did you get a copy of that?” Carly asked as she referred to
the paper. “Stole it out of Arnie’s
desk,” Steve quickly answered, “It’s all about conspiracies and shit like
that.”
“What, no Kennedy assassination material in there this week?” Pete
asked. “He said he took it home,”
Detective Tom Avery said as he crossed through the conversation, “He was afraid
the second shift of detectives were going through his stuff and stealing his
notes.”
“Maybe he’s changing his views,” Steve suggested, “It says in here
that Kennedy’s still alive and living in Palm Beach.” “Didn’t we promise that
this was the year we were going to have him committed,” Carly asked.
“Do you have to have a disparaging comment for everyone here?”
Steve asked, his attention now fully diverted from the newspaper. “Only for those I care about,” as she
playfully patted Steve on the head, “You guys know I only kid because I love.”
“I think you only love to kid, Carly,” Pete said, “don’t all of
you have work to do?”
“Not us,” Tom said as he leaned back in his chair, “All our cases
are closed.
Looks like an easy afternoon for us.”
“You know Tom, you can take those closed cases of yours and shove
them right up your-“ Pete started to say before he was interrupted by the
arrival of Lieutenant Smith.
“Gentleman,” Lieutenant Smith said, “And lady, I see that you’re
all sitting down and relaxing. That’s good, I like to see my detectives relax,
because it means the work is done. The work is done isn’t it? You have closed
the Lysette Andrews murder?”
“We were just heading down to the meat locker to see the ME,
Lieutenant,” Pete said as he tapped Chris on the shoulder as a sign to get his
proverbial rear in gear.
As Pete and Chris headed for the squad room door, Smith turned
toward the brothers.
“And remember,” he said, “This case will get closed. My gut
feelings are never wrong.”
Then turning his attention to Carly, Steve, and Tom he saw them
still just sitting around.
“Do something…” he said firmly and immediately the three began to
busy themselves with work. As Pete and Chris walked out the door, Detective
Arnold Nash walked back in.
“Hey is that my magazine on your desk, Steve?” they heard Arnie
say as the door shut in back of them.
As Pete and Chris rode down the elevator toward the affectionately
named meat locker that really was the medical examiner’s office, the
conversation turned to the goings on in life.
“So, how long are Megan and the kids going to be out of town?”
Chris asked. “About as long as she can
stand to be in Ft. Lauderdale and around her mother,” Pete answered, “So I
figure she’ll be scooping up the little ones and hopping a plane back here
sometime within the next ten minutes. So, is Amy supposed to be coming here
this week?”
“I don’t know, I think this is supposed to be my week, but the
witch has everything all screwed up with cancellations and vacations and
rescheduling, I can’t tell which week is which. Besides, she and Amy are
fighting again so who knows, she could show up at my door any second now,”
Chris replied. “I don’t think it’s
healthy to refer to your ex-wife as a witch, I believe she does still have a
name,” Pete said.
“Peter, this is all part of my recovery process,” Chris stated, “I
am blocking her, her alimony demands, and her stupid new Olympic skier
boyfriend out of my mind. And by not acknowledging her by name, I am becoming a
stronger, more stable person. You get what I’m saying?”
“Brother, you have deep, deep personality problems. You must know
that by now?”
Pete replied.
“Yes, but I have embraced them and acknowledged that they’re part
of what makes me myself,” Chris replied. “Hey, did I tell you that someone
finally moved in across the hall?”
“Really?” Pete said as the elevator opened and they walked out,
“They finally sold the place?”
“Well, after six months you would have thought they’d been able to
clean all the blood off the walls and find someone who wasn’t familiar with the
D.C Axe Murderer.”
“Ahhh, so they sold it to a foreigner,” Pete said.
“You bet, she’s from England,” Chris replied.
“So have you met her yet?”
“No, I was listening in to her conversation with the super and I
heard her voice. Accent like you wouldn’t believe. Hearing her talk drove me
wild,” Chris said.
“Whoa, calm down there, horn dog, have you even seen her yet?”
Pete asked as he pushed open the door to the morgue and the ME’s office. “Yeah, I saw her walking out of her
apartment this morning and I swear Pete when our eyes locked, it was like love
at first sight. I could hear angels singing, birds chirping, harps playing, the
whole shebang,” Chris answered. “Jesus
Christ, Chris,’ Pete said impatiently, “You don’t even know this woman’s name
and you’re all set to declare your eternal love for her.” “Hey, I’ll have her
name by the end of the day, I’ll tell you that much,” Chris said as the pair
walked into the autopsy room.
A few seconds after they walked in the Chief Medical Examiner, a
man the Detectives always thought looked a little too much like Christopher Lee
for their tastes, walked out of his office. His surgical gown stained with what
looked like fresh blood.
“You working on something in there, Vincent?” Pete asked him. “Oh no, I was just having a little bit of
lunch right now,” Vincent replied and Chris sent his brother an unmistakable
signal that perhaps they should drop the subject before they found out any more
than they wanted to. “So, what can I do
for you gentleman today?” Vincent asked, “Which one of these fine corpses
belongs to you?”
“That would be Lysette Andrews…” Chris replied. “Ahhh the blood drained young woman,”
Vincent said as he led them to the autopsy slab she rested on, “I won’t get to
a full autopsy until tonight, but I have done some preliminary blood work on
her. She’s very low. I’d say about three or four quarts.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chris asked.
“It means it looks like someone may have bled her to death,
Detective. Like they do to cattle.”
“Yeah, but we couldn’t find any of the blood at the scene, just a
little bit on the sheets,” Pete stated.
“Well all I know is, she’s missing an awful lot of blood and these
wounds don’t appear to be stab wounds,” Vincent stated. “Could be teeth or nail
marks or something like that.”
“What, like an animal?” Pete asked.
“That’s about the best way to put it, but it’s not even the really
curious part. Look at this here,”
Vincent said as he led Pete and Chris over to a microscope, “We took this
sample from around her lips. It’s blood all right, but not her blood. In fact,
I’ve never seen anything like it before.” “So what are you telling us here?
Some guy rips out her throat with his teeth and forces her to drink blood?”
Chris asked in amazement. “It wasn’t
forced,” Vincent said as he led the pair back to Lysette’s body, “Look here, if
he had forced her to drink blood against her will, then you’d figure there
would be some kind of bruising around her chin or mouth. But there’s nothing
here. I’ll do a full search for any type of drugs in the body, but she may very
well have drank the blood willingly.” “Oh, this is unbelievable,” Pete said as
he threw his arms up in exasperation, “We’re dealing with a real nut job here.
Blood cults, wasn’t there something about that on Dateline last week?”
“Look, gentleman, I only know what I can see from my preliminary
observations. I’ll have some more
conclusive results later this evening if you’d like to stop by.”
“Oh yeah I’m sure the bosses upstairs are going to approve the
overtime for something like that,” Chris replied, “We’ll see you first thing in
the morning, Vincent.”
“I shall look forward to it as though it were the greatest moment
of my life,” Vincent replied as the Foster brothers walked out. “I don’t believe this shit,” Pete said as
they got back into the elevator, “Why couldn’t it have been a slam dunk murder.
A nice drug shooting or something, I beg for the sweet certainty that comes
with a drug shooting. God damn it, a fucking blood freak.”
“So what do you think happened, Pete,” Chris asked, “Some kind of
weirdo sex thing.”
“Probably, they’re into some freaky blood thing. I heard about
kids doing this somewhere in California, or Pennsylvania, or one of those long
name states,” Pete speculated, “Anyway the waitress and her boyfriend, they’re
cutting each other up and drinking their blood, when the boyfriend gets too
excited and goes a little too far…” “Then he panics after he kills her and runs
right out the door,” Chris said finishing the scenario, “Makes sense to me.”
“Yeah, now all we got to do is find him.”
“I’ll pay a visit upstairs to sex crimes and see what they’ve got
on anything like this,” Chris offered.
“Good idea,” Pete replied, “I’ll double back and re-interview her
friends and coworkers. Maybe if she was into some weird stuff, they’d know
about it.” “You don’t sound very confident.”
“I just got a bad feeling about this one, it just doesn’t fit
anything we’ve ever seen before,” Pete sighed.
“Well, it’s almost the new millennium, maybe the murderers are
just getting more creative,” Chris said as the elevator returned them to the
homicide squad room. “What’s the worst
that could happen, there’ll be one more unsolved murder in Washington D.C?”
“Great attitude there, bro.”
“Hey, no one wants to solve this case more than I do,” Chris
retorted, “But some cases just don’t get solved. I’m going to work this case as
hard as I work any case but right now we’re looking at some pretty fucking
strange questions and no answers in sight.”
“I know, I know,” Pete sighed, “I just got a bad feeling I can’t
shake about this one.”
As the day turned to night, the citizens of Washington D.C. went
about their normal business. For Chief Medical Examiner Vincent Chaney that
meant he was preparing to perform an autopsy on the body of Lysette Andrews. He
laid out all his instruments and, as his assistant Charlie stood ready to
proceed, he turned on the small tape recorder for dictated notes.
“All right, subject is Lysette Andrews, female, age 26, apparent
death as a result of a severed jugular vein…” Vincent began, “I have previously
noted the body apparently being drained of blood and the presence of a second
blood sample on her lips and chin. It would appear that she was drinking the
blood and this was a consensual act. There are no signs of rape or any other
type of sexual assault, but she did have intercourse with a man and-“ Vincent
was interrupted in mid sentence by the tape clicking off. “Damn, I thought I had enough left…” he
said, “Charlie, I left the spare blank tapes in my car, keep a watch over
things until I get back.” With that, Vincent left for his car as Charlie sat
down, tipped his chair back, and began reading a magazine. Charlie always
enjoyed how quiet it was down here.
However, two minutes later, as the sun officially set and the night
began, that quiet ended when Lysette Andrews opened her eyes and hissed loudly
as she felt her fangs extend from her gums.
The noise caused Charlie to drop his magazine and look up. When he
did, he saw Lysette with blood red eyes and fangs bared. This sight caused
Charlie to fall right off his chair and onto the floor.
“I’m hungry,” Lysette hissed and as she got up and walked to the
door completely nude, Charlie began to scream.
A few minutes later, Vincent returned to find Lysette’s body
missing and Charlie lying on the ground, white with fear.
“Charlie! What the hell happened here!” Vincent demanded. “What
happened to the body!”
Charlie then looked up at his boss and said, “She went for a
walk,” before he began to giggle uncontrollably.
Michelle Ryan was tired. She was tired of doing other people’s
work and tired of being ordered around all day. But most of all she was tired
of trying to stay awake as director Michael Bay ranted on and on about the
trajectories of an explosion.
She was only in her second week as Bay’s assistant but the tiring
work was already wearing her down. Making sure no one bothered him, making sure
his phone calls were returned, and making sure his Evian was chilled exactly
right. It was all contributing to her losing more and more sleep each
night. Michelle had always wanted to
work on a big Hollywood production and certainly Death Game was a big Hollywood
production. By now the plot was no secret to all the movie fans out there who
got their daily scoops of movie news from the Internet.
Bruce Willis starred as a Secret Service agent trying to protect
the President from a vengeful assassin who was seeking to create chaos in the
government as revenge for her father’s death at the hands of the CIA. Ben
Affleck, whose death in the film would certainly cause teenage girls across the
US to weep into their popcorns, played his partner. Sarah Michelle Gellar, TV’s
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, played Bruce’s daughter. And Sandra Bullock, of all
people, was playing the assassin.
Bay had already directed two big action hits, Bad Boys and The
Rock, and the studio was counting big on this being a hit for them. The budget
had been set at $150 million, but Michelle knew that they’d be lucky if they
didn’t go over $200 million. The movie was supposed to be released on July 4th,
and today’s date was May 6th. To say the pressure was on would be
putting it mildly. Everything about the
production was big and loud and it was making Michelle afraid of premature
aging. She was young, 23 to be exact, but if Hollywood was this aggravating
already, she was wondering whether she made the right choice after she
graduated college. The other day she thought she’d seen the first signs of gray
in her hair, but it was just her imagination.
She desperately needed some relief from all this, so as Bay began to
argue with his cinematographer, Michelle took this as an opportunity to punch
out for the night. This was insane, she thought to herself, she’d been on the
set since six in the morning and here it was almost fourteen hours later when
she was finally getting out.
As she drove home, she realized that she didn’t care if Bay fired
her when she got back to the set in the morning. In fact, she hoped he did. She
looked at herself in the rearview mirror, she was too smart and too pretty to
be getting some guy Evian while he and the producer screamed at everyone who
happened to get in their line of fire.
She needed some relaxation so badly, maybe she should just go pick
up some guy for meaningless, passionate sex. But as Michelle pulled into the
parking lot of her apartment complex, she decided that a warm bath, and a night
in front of the TV with some Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream, was probably healthier
and considerably less messy. But her plans changed the minute she reached the
front door and found her pathway suddenly blocked.
“Excuse me,” she muttered as she fumbled for her keys.
“Aren’t you going to invite me up?” Daniel asked. “What?” Michelle asked totally taken aback
by the guy’s boldness. She really didn’t need this shit right now.
“I mean it’s going to be awfully hard for me to fuck you if you
don’t invite me up to your apartment,” he stated, “Unless you want to go over
to that alley over there and do it against one of the brick walls? But I think
that might be a little uncomfortable for both of us.”
Michelle had had just about enough of this guy and was about to
use her patented move of simultaneously punching the guy in the face and
kneeing him in the balls, when she made the mistake of looking him in the eyes.
They were like two glowing blue crystals and Michelle had never seen anything
burn so bright. She felt like they were reaching deep down into her soul and
draining her will. “C’mon, Michelle…”
Daniel whispered, “I can show you so many things…” Some part of Michelle’s
brain wondered how this guy knew her name, but her rampaging libido quickly
told that part of the brain to shut the fuck up. All she knew was that her
original plans for the night didn’t sound so bad anymore and that she just
wanted this guy to fuck her. She leaned in and kissed him deeply. Somehow she
managed to keep up the kiss with him until they were safely in the elevator.
As the elevator rode up to Michelle’s floor, Daniel began pawing
all over her body, running his hands over her clothed breasts and over the
crotch of her jeans. It took all of Michele’s strength not to cum right then,
she was so filled with desire at that moment that all she could think of was
how good this stranger’s cock would feel when it was pounding into her
pussy. When the elevator opened up, the
pair spilled out into the hallway and after Michelle opened up her door they
wasted no time in tearing each other’s clothes off as they made their way to
her bedroom.
Before she was even fully nude, Michelle ripped Daniel’s pants off
and quickly took him in her mouth as she bathed his cock with her talented
tongue. Daniel moaned in approval and after he lay her down on the bed, he
returned the favor by eagerly eating her pussy.
As soon as his tongue hit her clitoris, Michelle came violently,
soaking Daniel’s face with her juices. Few of her boyfriends ever went down on
her and here she had found some stranger who was eating her like there was no
tomorrow. She loved every minute of
this and by the time Daniel flipped her up on her hands and knees and began
fucking her pussy from behind, she was beyond rational thought and
comprehensible English. She managed to moan and gurgle some words of approval
as he drove her to another orgasm.
The sex seemed to go on for hours but by then Michelle had lost
all track of time. Sex had never been as good for her before and soon she felt
as if she’d do anything for this amazing man who was making her reach new
heights of orgasm. “Don’t stop, don’t
stop,” Michelle gasped as Daniel pulled out of her.
“Do you love me, Michelle?” he asked silently.
“Yes,” Michelle sighed and she was amazed to realize she meant it
too.
“Will you give yourself over to me?”
“Anything…anything at all…” she said as she squirmed under Daniel
in the hopes that he’d start fucking her again.
“Then come to me…” Daniel commanded as he held out his arms for
her. She pulled herself up and hugged
him, but when she saw his face, she saw it had become like a demon’s, with
blood red eyes and large fangs. But she didn’t become frightened when she saw
Daniel’s transformation. Instead, she knew that it was what she had wanted all
along. He would protect her; he would love her. And when Daniel buried his fangs in Michelle’s neck…she welcomed
the sweet pain.
Lysette walked the streets of Washington D.C. completely naked,
very confused, and so very hungry. Her nude form was appreciated with whistles,
catcalls, and offers to come on over for some fun by every male she passed by
and she responded to each by hissing and baring her fangs at them. She had to
find her master, he would help her, he would satisfy her hunger…a hunger he had
put inside her. She continued to walk the streets until a figure slowly dropped
from the sky in front of her. She recognized Daniel immediately and ran to
him. “Master…” she sighed as she
snuggled up to him.
Daniel opened a vein on his arm and held it up to Lysette…she
drank…
Chris Foster sat alone in his apartment considering his day. It
was his experience that most homicides were solved on the basis of evidence
collected the first day of the investigation. So it was not a good sign that
the first day of the Lysette Andrews investigation had ended with no real
evidence in sight. The forensics sweep
of the apartment had turned up nothing, sex crimes didn’t have any promising
leads about people with blood fetishes, the interviews had gotten them nowhere,
and the best they could get from the autopsy was a better idea of how she had
died and a blood sample to match to their unknown killer. This case was going nowhere fast, and if
nothing turned up in the next 48 hours there was an excellent chance that the
murder of Lysette Andrews was going to be just another unsolved homicide in
Washington D.C. That meant that there
would be no justice for Lysette’s friends or family, no one to take
responsibility for the snuffing out of another life. There was a perception
associated with homicide detectives, and it was one that Chris embraced with a
passion. Homicide detectives were supposed to speak for the dead, to provide a
voice for those who could speak no more. Every time the job got too frustrating
and it seemed that too much red tape and political interference were
hamstringing their investigations, he could always fall back on that. Yes, it
was corny, but it worked for him when he got down about his job. And it looked
like this case was going to bring him down for sure. However, just as Chris was starting to really feel sorry for
himself, someone started knocking on the door. He then walked to the door and
opened it, revealing his new neighbor. She was a truly stunning vision in a
sweatsuit, her brown hair done up in a ponytail. As Chris looked at her he
thought he once again heard the sounds of the angels singing, harps playing,
birds chirping, the whole shebang.
“Hi…” she stammered, her British accent driving Chris wild with
every syllable, “I just moved in across the hall and I saw you this morning and
I thought that…you know, it would be…what’s the word…neighborly to stop on by.
I apologize for the way I’m dressed, but I just unpacked and…well, you know. I
really stopped by because I was making some tea and I realized that I didn’t
have any sugar and I was hoping that you might…” the woman then interrupted her
ramblings to look Chris straight in the eyes.
At that moment, Chris could see that she shared whatever feelings
of lust and passion he had. Their eyes remained locked for a short time as they
fed each other’s desire with this staring contest, before she broke the
silence. “Oh damn…” she softly muttered
as she grabbed Chris, pulled him to her, and kissed him passionately. Chris
then yanked her in, slammed the door closed, and began to move toward the bedroom
all without breaking the most passionate kiss of his life.
Right before they entered the bedroom, she broke the kiss and
extended her hand.
“I’m Carol,” she gasped.
“Good to meet you, I’m Chris,” he then proceeded to shake her
outstretched hand right before they began another kiss as they lurched into the
bedroom and fell on the bed.
“How long you been in town,” Chris asked as he leapt up and began
to fumble with the seemingly simple process of getting one’s own pants
off. “Oh, about six weeks, I’d been
staying at a friends house,” Carol replied as she unzipped the top of her
sweatsuit and unsnapped her bra, letting her ample breasts spill free.
The sight of this lovely, topless woman on his bed left Chris
momentarily stunned as he stared at her exposed chest.
“Nice tits…” was all he could think of to say as he pulled off the
rest of his clothes before leaning down and kissing her again. “Thanks,” Carol murmured as she kicked off
her pants and slid off her soaked panties. She didn’t want to say that this was
love at first sight or anything like that; hell, she didn’t even know this
guy’s name five minutes ago. But there was something going on here. She’d
always been a bit bold, but never anything like this. Carol supposed you could
call this lust at first sight and as Chris slid his hand in to touch her
throbbing clitoris she decided that was certainly good enough for her at this
moment.
Carol’s breasts swayed in the air as her nipples tightened until
she thought they might just explode. As Chris finger fucked her he used his
other hand to caress her breast until he broke away the kiss and began to suck
on her nipples. Carol ran her hands up
and down Chris’ back until one came to rest on his cock. She pushed him up slightly with her free
hand and he took that as a signal to rejoin her lips. He gave a final kiss to
each of her rock hard nipples before he resumed “swapping spit” with her, as he
used to say way back when. All of a
sudden the phone in the bedroom began to ring and, in no mood to be disturbed whatsoever,
Chris silenced it by pulling the cord out of the wall. The two then resumed their fun by continuing
to kiss passionately as their hands explored each other’s nude bodies.
Reasonable thought for either of them had ceased to exist the moment Chris had
opened the door, but before they were too far gone, Carol realized that
something was still missing. “You
need…a…condom…” she breathlessly managed to gasp in between kisses. “Oh yeah…” Chris replied as he attempted to
reach into the night table drawer he kept them in without breaking away from
Carol. After a some fumbling and a lot of things being knocked to the ground,
he produced the needed contraceptive. He tore off the wrapper and as he was
about to put it on, Carol stopped him.
“Let me…” she purred and as she grasped his cock to slip the condom on,
Chris began to moan. Getting the wicked thought that Chris might need some kind
of lubrication before the condom went on she bent down and slowly traced her
tongue over every inch of his cock. When she finally got the condom on. Carol
began to run her hand over his throbbing erection, causing Chris to almost lose
it right there. Seeing that he was almost gone, Carol stopped her hand
play. “Oh baby, not yet…” she said as
she pulled him on top of her. He entered her dripping pussy and Carol began to
moan loudly.
Chris could barely compose words right at this point but as he
began to fuck her, he decided something needed to be said.
“My God…you’re amazing…you’re so perfect, Carol…” he sighed. “I know…” she answered with a smile as the
pleasure Chris was bringing her spread all around her body and she felt a
familiar buzzing in her brain begin.
“Oh yes…oh yes…fuck me Chris…Oh God…” Carol cried. She had never been
this turned in her life and after only after a short time, she felt her orgasm
swelling up.
“I’m gonna cum!” she shouted and then just let the pleasure rip
through every cell of her body. Her pleasure was so extreme that she had to use
one of Chris’ pillows to muzzle her screams of passion. Seeing Carol’s orgasm
then sent Chris over the edge as he came right after, her moans completely
drowning out his. For the next few seconds, they just lay there on the bed
trying to catch their breath.
“That was…” Chris finally said as he searched for the right word.
“Intense…” Carol suggested.
“Yeah, that’s right…” he said.
“Shouldn’t we be smoking right now, or something?” Carol asked.
“I don’t smoke…” Chris said.
“Neither do I,” Carol replied before kissing Chris again. Since
their passions had cooled a bit, this kiss had more tenderness to it, but both
Chris and Carol felt that it was certainly as hot as before.
“I’ve never done anything like this before…” Carol sighed as she
fell back exhausted, “what about you?”
“Not since the ‘80’s…” Chris gasped.
“I don’t know what came over me,” Carol said, “I saw you this
morning and I just knew that I had to have you.”
“Me too,” Chris replied, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.
You’ve been driving me wild since the first time I saw you.” “This isn’t love
is it?” Carol asked as Chris stared at her beautiful body. “It’s gotta be something…” Chris answered as
he felt his blood start to rush and his cock grow hard again.
“Must be…” Carol agreed, as the sight of Chris’ cock growing got
her juices flowing and she moved on top of her new lover and began to ride
him. “I think it’s time for round two…”
she purred in her sexy voice.
Over the next hour or so, in between spurts of passionate sex,
Chris and Carol shared the highlights of their life stories.
Carol was a medical nurse who had lived in England all her life
until she tired of the constant rain and of seeing the same places every day.
Wanting to see more, she moved to America a year ago. She had lived in New York
for awhile but her friend convinced her to move to D.C., where she got a job at
General Mercy Hospital. Part of a large family, she had a sister who lived in
Philadelphia and a brother in Los Angeles.
Chris then managed to drone on about his job and how he and Pete
had come from a long family of cops that stretched back almost three
generations now. They had three cousins working as patrol officers, two in sex
crimes, two in the bomb squad, and another in robbery, an uncle who was a
Lieutenant in the Arson division and two more who served as Sergeants in
precinct houses. Plus they also had a sister in the District Attorney’s
office. “Whoa…that’s a long line of law
and order types you come from,” Carol replied, “I could never do that, I was a
real wild child growing up, British punk scene and all that.”
“Sometimes it seemed like we had no real alternatives,” Chris
said, “Our father was a cop, his father was a cop…you know that sort of thing.”
“Did your father retire?” Carol asked. “I noticed you didn’t mention him in
your little list there.”
“He’s dead,” Chris sighed, “he was murdered in the line of duty.”
“Oh my God,” Carol gasped, “I’m so sorry…I didn’t know, I shouldn’t even have
brought it up.”
“It’s all right, it happened a long time ago and it’s a story for
another time and place altogether. Let’s just change the subject…” “Mmmm good
idea,” Carol said as she snuggled up to Chris, “Where were we just a little
while ago?”
“I think you were right here,” Chris said as he kissed.
“Oh yeah that’s right,” she replied as she kissed back with
ferocity. However before they could get
any further the front door of Chris’s apartment began to shake a bit as if
someone was trying to get in. The noise was noticed immediately and Chris
disengaged from Carol, pulled on his pants and shirt, and went to see who it
was.
But before he got there, the door swung open and thirteen-year-old
Amy Foster walked in, suitcase in hand.
“Hi Dad, I know you said that I shouldn’t just show up without
telling you first that I was coming, but I just couldn’t stand Mother anymore.
She’s all just ‘do this’ ‘do that’ ‘don’t have any fun at all’ and I just
couldn’t take it anymore,” Amy then paused to let her father respond, “How are
you Daddy?” she asked as she kissed his cheek.
“I’m fine…” he said, “Does your mother know you’re here?”
“I don’t care,” Amy simply declared.
“Well perhaps you should call her before she has me charged with
kidnapping or something.”
“Do I have to?” Amy pouted.
“Yeah, you’d better-“ Chris was then interrupted by Carol calling
from the bedroom.
“Is everything all right, Chris?” she asked.
“Yeah it’s fine,” he said, “it’s just my daughter.” “Oh my God!
You have company!” Amy exclaimed, “Who is she? Do I know her? It’s not that
Tonya woman is it?”
“No, it’s not that Tonya woman,” Chris answered as Carol came out
after getting back into her sweatsuit. “Carol, this is my daughter, Amy. Amy,
this is Carol. She just moved in across
the hall.”
“Whoa, talk about the welcome wagon,” Amy said as she shook
Carol’s hand. “Hey, watch it…” Chris
warned, “No one likes a smart aleck. Except for me of course. Everyone likes
me.”
“Hmm, I think I see the family resemblance,” Carol observed.
“Hey, back to me over here, is it ok if I stay here for awhile?”
Amy asked. “Yeah, of course it’s ok,
I’m your father” Chris answered, “And while the thought of you putting your
mother through the pain of not knowing where you are does hold an extremely
perverse pleasure for me, it probably would be best for you to call her now and
tell her that you’re alive.” But before Amy could pick up the phone it began
ringing. “Hey that could be her now
with some lovely profanity for me,” Chris said as he picked up the phone.
However, when the other voice came on the line Chris was surprised to hear that
it was not his ex-wife at all, but Pete.
“Finally,” Pete said in an exasperated tone, “Were you out? I’ve been
calling for the past hour.”
Chris thought back and seemed to vaguely remember the phone in the
kitchen ringing repeatedly and not caring one bit about it. “I was occupied,” Chris contended, “What’s
up?”
“I’ll tell you what’s up,” Pete answered, “The body’s gone.”
“What body?”
“How many bodies are we dealing with at this current time?” Pete
queried, “It’s Lysette Andrews, her body disappeared from the morgue a few
hours ago. You’d better get down here.”
“I’ll be right there,” Chris said as he hung up and faced Carol
and Amy. “OK, I’m not sure how to explain this in a way that doesn’t sound
weird, but…dead body missing…gotta go…see ya later,” he said as he kissed Carol
one last time and dashed out the door, leaving Carol and Amy staring
uncomfortably at each other.
“Soooo…this is kind of awkward,” Amy finally said.
“Yeah,” Carol agreed, “I should probably go…”
“Don’t rush off, you’re the first one of my Dad’s girlfriends in a
long time who looks even remotely like a sane person. However, looks can be
deceiving and before I pronounce you fit to be a prospective stepmother, I have
to put you through a rigorous screening process. I just happen to have a
questionnaire here with me,” Amy said cheerfully as she began rummaging through
her suitcase and came up with a packet of four or five sheets of paper and a
pen. “Here take your time, there’s no limit.”
Seeing that the girl was indeed serious, Carol took the packet and
pen and sat down at the table. America sure was a strange place.
By the time Chris arrived at the morgue, the hustle and bustle
that had been going on the last hour or so had died down. Though both Pete and
uniformed officers had tried to question him, Charlie was no use whatsoever and
couldn’t provide a clue as to what had gone on.
“Can he tell us anything?” Chris asked after his brother had
filled him in on what little they knew.
“Not a thing,” Pete replied, “All he did is say ‘She went for a
walk,’ over and over again. Of course that was in between all the giggling.
He’s going to spend a quiet night in the hospital, then we’ll see what’s what
in the morning. The doctor said whatever happened, it gave Charlie quite a
scare.” “I can imagine,” Chris said, “So what do you think, she just got up
from the deepest sleep in recorded human history, stretched her muscles, and
walked out?” “Makes sense to me…” Pete dryly replied, “I don’t know, maybe the
killer came back for her. Perhaps he wanted to use the body for some kind of
ritual or something that fits in with the blood fetish. Maybe someone heard
about the murder on the news and wanted a souvenir or something for a
collection. I just don’t know.”
“Well, we can’t do any more damage around here, maybe we should
call it a night.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Pete agreed before changing the subject,
“Hey, did you meet up with that neighbor yet?”
“Yeah, her name is Carol,” Chris answered, “I know her quite well
now…” Catching on to Chris’ subtlety free remark, Pete looked at his brother in
amazement.
“You slut…” Pete said as he shook his head, “You slept with her.
You’ve known her for what, less than a day, and you’re sleeping with her.” “I
can only be me,” Chris replied.
“And that must be a full time job,” Pete sighed, “Just don’t fuck
up another relationship please, I can’t take you when you’re in your
post-breakup moods.” “I’ll try,” Chris agreed.
“Thank you.”
And with that, the Foster brothers left to go back to their lives.
For Pete that meant going back to an empty house sans wife and kids and a
chance to do the things he never got a chance to do, which in this case meant
watching the 2am ‘Sportscenter’ and eating pizza for breakfast. For Chris it
meant going back to the mess he had left his apartment in a little while
ago. Amy’s appearance could not have
come at a worse time. Not that Chris minded her arrival, he of course heartily
enjoyed it when she showed up after another fight with her mother, he got to be
the good guy riding to his little girl’s defense again. Plus, according to
every TV show on the air, no daughters got along well with their fathers, so
the fact that they enjoyed a great relationship was terrific.
But ever since he had seen Carol that morning, Chris couldn’t
drive her from his head and after what had just happened, he recognized that he
was on the verge of something great. He didn’t want to scare Carol off and he
realized that being a divorced guy with a teenage daughter could do just
that. When Chris arrived back home it
was a little after eleven. When he entered the apartment he saw that Carol had
gone, and that Amy was sleeping soundly in her room. She hadn’t even bothered
to unmake her bed, so Chris reasoned that she was just plain tuckered out and
he’d talk to her in the morning. Sensing an opportunity to see how things stood
with Carol, he went across the hall and knocked on her door.
“Hi…” she simply said when she answered, still clad in her
sweatsuit.
“Hi…” Chris said back, “Can I come in?”
“Sure, I’m not going to stop you.”
Carol’s apartment looked similar to his, except for the fact that
the majority of her belongings were still in boxes.
“I’m sorry to have left you in the lurch like that,” Chris said.
Since Carol stood at the other side of the room from him, he could sense that
she wasn’t too happy about being left alone with the daughter of a man she had
just met. “Hey, when you’ve got to go,
you’ve got to go,” Carol sighed, “That little girl of yours is quite a
handful.”
“She didn’t make you fill out one of her surveys did she?”
“Oh you knew about those…”
“Well, I thought she’d stopped doing that when she was ten, but I
guess I was wrong.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Carol said as she walked toward Chris,
“Actually, I think I scored pretty well. At least that’s what I gathered when
she didn’t try and throw me out of the apartment.”
As Carol walked toward him, Chris felt the heat and passion start
to well up inside him again.
“She can be a little too quirky at times…” Chris said, “She’s a
little too much like me for her own good. I can be a bit strange sometimes.”
“Maybe that’s what I like about you…” Carol said as she stood in front of
Chris. “Well before you get involved
with me, I believe I have to issue a standard disclaimer to you,” Chris stated.
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Carol asked.
“Well, I am a slave to my job and when it says “jump”, I say
“through what wall.”
“Me too…” Carol said with a smile, “What else have you got for me?
I think I should hear the full warning.”
“I have a weird sense of humor, I make wisecracks at hideously
inappropriate times, and I hate movies where a bunch of British people, no
offense, sit around and repress their feelings. I watch sports on TV all the
time, and I’ve been known to engage in body painting before attending Capitals
playoff games. I have a really poor diet that sometimes includes microwave nachos
for breakfast and-“ Chris was suddenly interrupted when Carol kissed him,
throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him closer to her.
“Chris?” she said after breaking the kiss.
“Yeah?”
“Shut up and fuck me…”
“Okay,” he replied.
And that’s exactly what he did.
As the sun made its first movements toward the dawn, Daniel was in
a state of ultimate satisfaction. His first transformation had gone extremely
well. Lysette was an eager and willing slave, and as soon as the sun set again
he would retrieve Michelle and claim another victim. Daniel reasoned that soon
police interference would be inevitable, but they wouldn’t be able to do
anything to stop him. They’d be so busy figuring out what was going on, that by
the time they finally got straightened out, he’d be long gone. He felt Michelle’s blood still coursing
through him, and he knew he was getting stronger every time he fed. Soon he’d
be able to move on to bigger game. He felt his power surge and as a result his
cock got hard again, time to do something about that he reasoned.
“Come here, Lysette,” he quietly commanded.
Lysette woke up from the sleeping state Daniel had put her in and
crawled over to her master. She knew just what he desired and she wasted no
time before taking his cock in her mouth.
Oh yes, Daniel thought as he began to feel the pleasure Lysette’s
tongue was bringing him, this had been a very good day indeed.
As Pete sat at his desk he was grumbling to himself. The day had
not gotten off to a great start. The early morning questioning of Charlie had
turned up nothing more and the psychiatrist examining him said that after a few
dozen sessions he might get him to stop giggling, but that’s about the best he
could do for now. Then, Pete’s decision
to have the last two slices of anchovy and garlic pizza for breakfast was
proving to be a poor one, and he reached for the Maalox he kept in his drawer.
He knew that as soon as the body disappeared last night that his
ulcer would be flaring up again and it certainly was. Then, as if to add to
Pete’s misery as he contemplated his pain, he saw his brother come in,
practically walking on air. “I’m in
love…” Chris sighed as he sat down at his desk. “Oh Christ, I don’t need this now…” Pete said, “You and love are
a dangerous combination.”
“Don’t you want me to happy, Pete?” Chris asked. “Not really, you being happy inevitably ends
with me being miserable,” Pete answered, “I’m going to be afraid now that
you’re going to accidentally shoot me just because love turns your brain into
mush.”
At that moment Detective Carly Sanchez walked by and got a look at
the dreamy expression on Chris’ face.
“What’s with him?” she asked Pete.
“He’s in love.”
“Oh Christ, this we don’t need,” Carly replied, “We’re all going
to have to start wearing bullet proof vests again…” Chris suddenly stood up and
grasped Carly.
“I need to dance. Dance with me Carly,” he said.
“No way, how do I know you’ve had all your shots?” she
responded. “C’mon, someone dance with
me…” Chris said to the squad room, eliciting a series of immediate refusals.
“I’ll dance with you…” Detective Arnold Nash said. “Works for me…” Chris replied as the two
then began some weird mutant version of a waltz.
“I think I saw this on Wild Kingdom once,” Carly said as the
detectives just stared in silence, “I think we’re not supposed to interrupt
them or else they might maul us or something.”
“This is really wrong,” Pete said.
“Yet I can’t turn away,” Detective Steve Huston added as Chris
spun Arnie around, “It’s like watching a slow motion car wreck.” “I wish I had
a camera,” Detective Tom Avery said, “This is something that must be preserved
for the ages.”
Unfortunately, before the waltz was through, a phone call interrupted
the proceedings.
“Homicide, Detective Sanchez speaking.” Carly said as she picked
it up. As Chris and Arnie returned to
their normal, non-dancing, ways Pete turned to his brother and said, “Well
you’re either really in love or you’ve gone completely insane. I haven’t
decided which one yet.” “I tell you, Carol is amazing…not a thing wrong with
her. I could marry her now, she’s perfect.”
“Well if she seems to really like you,” Steve replied, “that could
be a sign of deep insanity or masochistic tendencies.”
“He’s got a point there,” Pete agreed.
“Hey Pete, you and lover boy better come with us,” Carly said
after she hung up the phone, “They just found a body, same MO as your victim
yesterday.”
Fifteen minutes later Pete, Chris, Carly, and Steve were standing
in Michelle Ryan’s apartment, looking over the crime scene with Chief Medical
Examiner Vincent Chaney.
“I’ll be able to tell you more after I get a better look at her,”
Vincent said after he got a look at the body, “But it looks like the same cause
of death to me. Neck wounds resulting in death but no serious blood trail; and
I took a sample of something around her lips. Looks like blood to me and I’d
say it’s a 99.9% chance it will match what we got yesterday.” “So we’re dealing
with a multiple killer now?” Pete asked.
“Either that or it’s one of the greatest coincidences in the history of
homicide,” Vincent replied, “I’ll have more later this afternoon.” “Ok, we’ll
check back with you then,” Steve said, “You can take her away now.”
“Oh, and Vincent,” Carly added, “Try not to lose this one.” “No
ones getting to this one,” Vincent replied as the body was removed, “I’ll make
certain of that.”
“So what’s the story here?” Carly asked the officers present. “Victim’s name is Michelle Ryan,” Officer
Julie Muldowski said as she looked over her notes and statements, “She didn’t
show up for work today and her boss sent someone to look for her. He got here,
found the door was unlocked, and found the body here.”
“Where does she work? We know of any friends or family nearby to
help us here?”
Chris asked.
“No family nearby, she just moved in two weeks ago. She’s working
down on the set of the Bruce Willis movie. She’s the personal assistant to
Michael Bay,” Officer Muldowski answered.
“Who’s Michael Bay?” Pete asked.
“He directed The Rock,” she answered, “He’s only one of the top
action directors in Hollywood, detective.”
“You don’t know who Michael Bay is?” Chris asked in disbelief,
“You’re really out of touch.”
“Oh pardon me,” Pete replied, “Somehow I have let my subscription
to the Hollywood Reporter lapse, so I’m not aware of who’s who in Hollywood.
Get some more work done.”
Julie then walked away toward Chris. “Your brother’s in a snit
this morning,” she said.
“Yeah, we think it might be his time of the month,” Chris agreed,
“He’s gets in these moods and boy does he get bloated, let me tell you that.”
The young officer laughed at Chris joke. “You know we’re a lot alike,” she then
said.
“How unfortunate for you,” Chris replied.
“You know what I mean,” Julie stated, “Would it freak you out if I
told you that you two are my heroes?”
“Never heard that one before,” Chris said.
“I’m serious,” Julie said, “I’ve only been on the job for a year
now, but you guys are teaching me a lot. I want to be just like you someday.”
Julie then looked up and saw her partner signaling her. “I’ll catch you later,
Detective,” she said before walking away.
“If she says she wants to be just like you, does that mean she
wants to be divorced and insane,” Steve remarked as he walked over. “Shut the fuck up, Steve,” Chris shot back,
“It’s only natural that there be a little hero worship for the best Detectives
in the unit.” “Okay,” Steve said, “Can you excuse me a minute as I go and
vomit.”
“Your petty jealousy cannot be veiled with lame insults,” Chris
responded. “Hey guys, I hate to
interrupt this circle jerk here but we do have a murder to solve here,” Carly
said as she walked up to Chris and Steve.
“My God, you’re crude,” Steve said, “Once again I ask, must you use
hostility in every remark to us?”
“Bite me blondie,” Carly said as she turned her attention back to
the crime scene.
“Some partner you got there,” Chris said.
“Yeah,” Steve agreed, “And to think that I’m her favorite.”
Two hours later in the squad room, Pete, Chris, Carly, and Steve
were looking over all the information they had on both Lysette Andrews and
Michelle Ryan when Arnie approached them.
“This could be a massive government conspiracy,” Arnie Nash
suggested.
“And how do you figure that, Arnie?” Carly asked. “Well it’s a fact that the government
experiments on DNA combinations to create new super soldiers for overseas
wars,” Arnie explained, “So my theory is that they created a half-human,
half-beast combination that has escaped and is rampaging through the district.”
“Sounds good to me,” Chris replied as Lieutenant Lawrence Smith
descended on his Detectives.
“And how is today’s chapter of the bloodsucking murderer going?”
he asked. “We’ve looked through
everything,” a frustrated Pete said, “And there’s still no connection here.”
“Nothing at all?” Lawrence asked.
‘Not a thing, Lieutenant,” Chris answered, “No common friends,
acquaintances, family, or neighbors. There’s no indication here that the either
one knew the other even existed.”
“Well Andrews worked at a diner, maybe Ryan was a customer and
there’s the link?” Lawrence suggested.
“We don’t think so Lieutenant,” Carly replied, “They both worked
so far away from each other and no one at the diner can remember seeing
Michelle Ryan there before. It looks like this guy is just picking his victims
at random.” “We’re going to do some in person interviews down at the movie
set,” Pete said, “See if anyone strange has been hanging around.” “All right,”
Lawrence said, “Carly, you and Steve head down there and see what you can dig
up. Pete, you and Chris get anything on blood fetishes yet?” “No, Lieutenant,
nothing yet,” Pete said, “Sex crimes didn’t have any matches and hadn’t heard
about anything like it in the area.” “Well, take a whack at it anyway,”
Lawrence said, “See what you can find out there; maybe our murderer frequents
sex shops for the very kinky.” “Sounds like a wild goose chase to me,
Lieutenant,” Chris said. “I know very
well what it sounds like detective,” Lawrence answered, “But don’t give me any
grief here. We have no leads here, and when you have no leads you go out and
generate your own leads. I have the Captain coming down here any minute now to
chew my ass in half about why we don’t have any suspects and I don’t need any
more shit. Go out there! Solve the murders!” “I think we should head out now,”
Pete suggested. “Good idea,” Chris
agreed as the two headed for the door, “You know I’m really starting to like
that half human/half best theory of Arnie’s.” Before Carly and Steve could do
the same, though Lawrence stopped them and motioned for Steve to talk to him.
“What is it, Lieutenant?” Steve asked.
“Well, I didn’t want to bring this up in front of the other
detectives but…” Lawrence said as he hesitated to get to the point, “I don’t
want to seem insensitive, but do you think you could get Sandra Bullock’s
autograph while you’re on the set. It’s for my boy, not me. He’s just crazy
about her, you know kids…” “Yeah, I got your drift,” Steve answered, “I’ll see
what I can do.” “What did he want?” Carly asked after Steve rejoined her.
“Oh, he just wanted me to take care of some paperwork for him. No
big deal.”
As Carly and Steve then left the building, Tom Avery got up from
his desk and walked over to the squad room’s administrative assistant, Stacy
Campbell. “So, Chris is in love…” Tom
said as he leaned forward onto the desk.
“I’m really happy for him,” Stacy replied.
“Me too,” Tom added, “I think love is really what makes the world
go round.” “Do you want anything, Avery, or are you just going to lean on my
desk and make lame come on attempts?” Stacy had been the object of Tom’s
affections ever since she had taken the job six months ago. He easily became
fixated on her beautiful face, the light chestnut hair that came down to her
shoulders, and her body, which produced the type of longing stares that men are
infamous for. “Go to dinner with me,”
Tom replied, “That’s what I want.” “You know when I first got here,” Stacy said
as she smiled and shook her head, “All anyone said to me was, ‘Watch out for
Tom Avery.’” “They didn’t really say that,” Tom protested.
“Oh yes they did, and for once I listened. From what I’ve heard,
you’re a real ladies man who’s had every pretty girl in this place.” “That’s
not true at all,” Tom replied, “It’s more like half.”
Stacy didn’t laugh at the joke, leaving Tom with only his
desperation to go on. “Come on!” he
cried, “You gotta cut me some slack here. I’m going full blast. I don’t do full
court press for just every girl, only you.” “I am flattered beyond belief,
Tom,” Stacy replied, “Now go away.” “What do I have to do to get you to go out
with me. You’re really frustrating me here. If you don’t say yes in the next
six to eight…months, then I’m just going to give up.”
That joke got at least got a smile and a giggle from Stacy, who
turned to look Tom straight in the eye.
“Okay cowboy,” she said, “If you’re a gentleman for the rest of
the day, then maybe I might let you walk me to my car tonight.’ “That’s it,”
Tom sighed, “I was thinking more along the lines of drinks, dinner, a flight to
Vegas, marriage…you know how it works.” “It’s a start,” Stacy said firmly but
gently, “And it’s a take it or leave it offer, so I recommend you take it.”
“All right,” Tom agreed, “Tonight I shall be your escort to your
automobile.
Then we can talk about drinks, dinner, and Vegas.” “You’re making
progress, Avery,” Stacy said as he walked away back toward his desk, “don’t
fuck it up tonight.”
As Tom got back to his desk, he found Arnie waiting for him.
“Something on your mind, partner?” Tom asked.
“When are you going to leave that poor girl alone?” Arnie asked.
“Hey, I’m making progress here, I’m walking her to her car
tonight.” “That’s a real romantic gesture on your part. How unlike you,” Arnie
said as he sat down.
Tom often thought that Arnie’s thick mustache, slightly growing
gut, and bald scalp made him look like the stereotypical cop, all he needed was
a doughnut. That and Arnie’s insistence
on believing and spreading vast conspiracy theories made him seem like a bit of
a joke. But Tom and the others knew that he was, in fact, one of the better
detectives in the squad. “Did it ever
occur to you that I might really be ready for reform, and see this as a ticket
to a real relationship and not some fleeting one night stand, never return
phone calls type of girl?” Tom asked.
“Not for a second,” Arnie said as he flipped through his copy of
the Weekly World News, “Hey, it says here that Jesus appeared in a taco in Mexico.”
“Soft or hard shell?” Tom asked relieved that the subject had changed.
“Soft,” Arnie answered.
“Yeah, that would make sense,” Tom stated, “Jesus would probably
be uncomfortable in a hard shell.”
As Lieutenant Lawrence Smith sat at his desk, he heard a knocking
on the door and looked up to see his superior, Captain William Carter, standing
in front of him.
“Can I have a moment of your time, Lieutenant?” Carter asked.
“Of course, sir,” Lawrence said as he put down the file he was
working on.
“Let’s go up to the roof then, we need some privacy.” The roof was
often where the detectives went to be alone or express their frustration, as it
was usually empty and perfectly suitable for a private conversation. The two
men rode the elevator up in silence and when they got up to the roof, Carter
got right to the point.
“I’m not going to beat around the bush, Lawrence, we’re getting a
little nervous about these murders,” Carter stated, “Two in two nights and your
detectives don’t have any leads yet.”
“I’ve got four of my detectives on this case and they’re working
it as hard as they can,” Lawrence replied as a light wind began to kick up
seemingly adding urgency to the words, “The leads will come and they will solve
this case.” “There’s a lot of heat on this one,” Carter added, “The Mayor’s up
for reelection this fall and he’s been working to reverse the perception that
this is an unsafe place to live and raise a family. The last thing he, and us,
need right now is a serial killer. I’ve got press from Maryland and Virginia
calling me for comment and God forbid if there’s another victim tonight. If
this thing snowballs, a lot of high up people could lose their jobs.” “Are you
saying that I could get fired over this case?” Lawrence asked in amazement.
“Not in those words, Lieutenant,” Carter stated, “You and your
detectives can draw your own conclusions. I’m just saying that it’s in
everyone’s best interest if this case gets solved before it becomes a media
firestorm. If these movie people get scared away then this city might not
recover for years. We’re reaching a crossroads in the idea people have of D.C.
Things are getting better, but we can’t afford a slip up now. Not one. This
case is potential dynamite and I will not have it blow up in my face!”
With that Captain Carter broke off the meeting and left, leaving
Lieutenant Smith staring down at the city in silence.
“YOU CALL THAT AN EXPLOSION!!!! WHAT FILM SCHOOL DID YOU JUST
GRADUATE FROM?”
Michael Bay screamed through his bullhorn at the special effects
crew, whose work had apparently not up to snuff.
“I WANT TO SEE REALISM IN MY FX!!!! REALISM PEOPLE!!!! I WANT THE
PEOPLE IN THE
THEATER TO FEEL THE HEAT DARKENING THEIR FACES!!!” As he continued
his tirade, one of the interns on the film tapped him on the shoulder. “WHAT?” he screamed at the intern after
forgetting to put the bullhorn down, “Oh sorry, Jean, I didn’t mean to do
that.”
“It’s okay, sir,” Jean said as she shook her head in a futile
effort to get her ears to stop ringing, “These two people are detectives and
they’re here to talk to you about Michelle.”
“Oh, certainly, let me just give me a second,” he said as he
picked up the bullhorn again, “OKAY EVERYBODY, LET’S TAKE FIVE.” With that he
got up from his seat and walked toward Carly and Steve.
“How ya doing, I’m Michael Bay.”
“My name is Detective Sanchez, Mr. Bay, and this is my partner,
Detective Huston. If you don’t mind we’d like to ask you a few questions about
Michelle Ryan.”
“Certainly, an awful thing really, she was here one day and gone
the next. It really makes you think…” Michael then interrupted his own sentence
and picked up his bullhorn again, “HEY YOU!!! YEAH YOU, LEANING AGAINST THE
TRAILER!!! HOW ABOUT YOU GET OFF YOUR FAT TEAMSTER ASS AND HELP THOSE IDIOTS
SET UP THE CHARGES!!! I DON’T WANT TO BLOW UP HALF THIS CITY…YET!!!” Turning
his attention back to the detectives, he tried to resume his conversation.
“Where was I?” he asked himself aloud, “Oh yes, Michelle, as I was
saying this is an awful thing to happen. She was such a sweet girl. I can’t
imagine who could do such a thing.”
“So you don’t know of her receiving any threats, or anyone
suspicious lurking around the set?” Steve asked.
“Well I can’t say for sure,” Michael said as he searched his
memory, “I mean people could be lurking about and I might not know about it,
but we’ve got a pretty good security team here and I think they would have
caught anyone. As for threats, she never told me about anything.”
“Thank you, Mr. Bay, if you can think of anything further, please
call us at this number, “Carly said as she handed Michael a card only to see
his attention dragged away again.
“HEY, GUY IN THE CATERING TRUCK!!!! THERE HAD BETTER BE SOME OF
THOSE LITTLE SANDWICHES I LIKE OR YOU’RE GOING TO BE BACK DOING RED SHOE
DIARIES AGAIN!!!! YOU HEAR ME, RED SHOE
DIARIES!!!!” He then put the bullhorn back down and turned to address Carly and
Steve.
“I just love this thing,” he said as he gently caressed the
bullhorn. “Ooookay,” Carly said as she
and Steve began to slowly back away from Michael, “We’ll just let you get back
to your work now…” “Wait a second,” Michael said excitedly as he ran up to
Steve and stared at his face, “You’ve got the perfect look for Dead Guy #3 in
one of my scenes. I must use you…” “Well, I don’t know what to say…” Steve stammered,
“I’ve never really done any acting since high school, and I guess I was pretty
good back then. You know I played the Pirate King once in The Pirates of
Penzan-“ “Sorry the answer is ‘no’,” Carly said as she interrupted Steve,
“We’ve got to get back to work.”
“But you’d be perfect, absolutely perfect,” Michael wailed. “You never let me have any fun,” Steve
sighed as Carly led him away from the glamour and glitz of an acting career.
“Let’s just go, Olivier,” Carly said, “We’ll go talk to the head
of security but I get the feeling we’re just wasting our time here.”
Unfortunately, Carly was so intent on literally dragging Steve away that she
barreled directly into Sandra Bullock, knocking her to the ground. “Oh my God, Carly, you just killed Sandra
Bullock!” Steve exclaimed as Carly helped the actress up.
“Hey I survived Two If By Sea, so I think I can survive a little
fall,” Sandra said as she brushed herself off, “I should’ve been watching where
I was going.” “I’m really sorry, Ms. Bullock,” Carly said.
“No problem,” Sandra said cheerfully, “No harm done at all.”
“You could take some lessons in niceness from Ms. Bullock here,”
Steve said. “I’ll just catch up with
you later,” Carly said as she left in search of the chief of security.
After staring at the actress for a few seconds, Steve finally
broke the silence. “Ummm, Ms. Bullock,”
Steve said nervously before thrusting a piece of paper in her face, “Do you
think you could sign this for my Lieutenant?” “Sure,” she said, “And please
call me Sandra. Now what’s your Lieutenant’s name?”
By now Steve was so caught up in Sandra’s star power that it took
him a little bit to respond.
“I don’t remember,” he said.
Later, when Carly and Steve met up again with Pete and Chris, they
found themselves comparing zeros.
“Unbelievable,” Carly stated, “There was no one making threats
against Michelle Ryan on the set, no one saw any weirdoes hanging around the
set, it seems like everybody liked her there. Oh by the way, no one there had
heard of Lysette Andrews either, so we struck out on that angle too. We’d
better just face it, this guy is picking his victims at random. We are never
going to find any connection between these two girls.”
“Of course, why should this be in any way easy. At least you
weren’t hanging around a bunch of sex freaks today,” Pete replied. “Oh come on, Pete,” Chris said, “That lady
in the leather shop was nice. She even offered you a 10% discount on any
purchase of a whip.” “Something I will not be taking her up on,” Pete quickly
stated “You guys didn’t come up with anything at all?” Steve asked. “Well, a couple of people had heard of blood
fetishes,” Pete answered, “But they didn’t know anyone who’s into it and this
guy who worked in The Dungeon of Pleasure said, ‘and I hope I never do.’ Looks
like there are some things even too far out there for these people.”
“We checked everywhere and no could tell us anything,” Chris
sighed, “In every weirdo sex joint we could think of and those places are just
scary, let me tell you that. I’m afraid I may never get an erection again.”
“Let’s try and steer the subject away from that,” Steve interjected, “We’re
just not getting anywhere right now. What if this guy is getting ready to
strike again, we’re going to have another dead girl on our hands and we’ll be
no closer to getting this guy.”
“Well what do you suggest we do now?” Pete asked. “Let’s just hope he decides to stay in
tonight and play Scrabble…” Chris said aimlessly. In the background, the sun
was just beginning its descent.
By the time Tom Avery saw that Stacy Campbell was getting ready to
leave, it was already night.
“Your escort, awaits, m’lady,” Tom said as Stacy put on her
coat. “Why thank you, kind sir,” Stacy
said as she hooked his arm around hers, “Who knows what trouble a girl could
find out there tonight?” As the two walked to the door, Arnold Nash walked by
and saw them with their arms linked.
“Great trick, Stacy,” he said, “Now if you can train him to be
housebroken, I’ll really be impressed.”
“Pay no attention to the Philistine,” Tom said.
“Good night, Detective,” Stacy called out to Arnie. “Just bring him back in one piece” Arnie
replied, “I hate working by myself, there’s too much for me to do then.”
Soon with Stacy safely in the parking lot, she unhooked her arm
from Tom’s.
“Hey, I thought you wanted me to walk you to your car,” he
protested. “Yeah, but this is far
enough,” Stacy replied, “I don’t want you getting any wild ideas. Now go back
inside and I’ll see you tomorrow.” Tom then walked back up the steps, shaking
his head.
“I’ll win you over some day, Stacy Campbell,” he said to her as he
went inside.
“I suspect you will,” Stacy said softly after she was sure Tom was
inside. She then walked to her car, but
as she prepared to unlock the door, a hand came from out of nowhere and grabbed
her. Stacy gasped and quickly turned to see who it was.
“Hello, Stacy,” Daniel said.
“Who the hell are you?” Stacy asked, her voice quaking with
fear. “I’m nobody of importance,”
Daniel replied, “I’m just someone who’s been watching you Stacy.”
“Look just take my money and get out of here, please leave me
alone.”
“Oh, I don’t want your money,” Daniel stated, “I’m here for
something else.” “Oh my God, please…no,” Stacy pleaded, “There are policeman in
that building over there, all I have to do is scream and they’ll be here to
help me.” “But you don’t want to scream, do you Stacy?” Daniel asked, as Stacy
stared into his shining blue eyes.
“No,” she whispered and she was even more frightened when she
realized that she wasn’t lying. As she continued to stare into his eyes she
began to feel her fear and resistance disappear, she felt her pussy moisten as
he began to run his hands over her body.
Daniel unzipped Stacy’s jacket and ran his hands up her shirt,
cupping her breasts under the lace of her bra. Stacy moaned in pleasure and she
felt her nipples tighten from his touch.
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered, her only thoughts revolving
about how much she wanted this stranger to rip off her clothes and fuck her
right on top of her car. But she sensed there was something other than sex that
he needed right now, and she wanted to give it to him very badly. With a moan
she tilted her neck so Daniel could have better access to it “Good girl,”
Daniel hissed, there would be time for sex later, after Stacy had joined his
family. Right now he was so very hungry. He tilted his head back and felt his
fangs extend, then moved toward her jugular.
“Hey, Stacy,” Tom said as he popped out of the building yet again, “I
couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t know-“ All of a sudden, Tom saw Stacy
leaning against her car, her face contorted in ecstasy and a guy hovering over
her. Tom couldn’t see what was going on, but something inside him told him that
this was not right, not right at all.
“HEY!” Tom shouted as he ran for the car, unholstering his gun, “GET OFF
HER!!!!”
Daniel hissed loudly at this interruption and before Tom got close
enough, he took off into the night. With his influence over Stacy broken, she
slumped to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
“His eyes, his eyes…” she wailed as Tom took her into his arms and
tried to comfort her.
“WE NEED SOME HELP OUT HERE!!!” Tom shouted toward the building
causing uniformed officers to rush out to the scene. “Call an ambulance!” Tom
commanded one of the officers, “He took off down there—go after him. He’s
wearing a long black coat.”
“I couldn’t help myself…” she said as tears streamed down her
face.
“It’s all right,” Tom said gently, “He’s gone. He’s not going to
hurt you.”
“I just couldn’t help myself,” Stacy softly repeated before she
passed out.
As Daniel sat on a rooftop, rage gripped his body. The
interruption by that detective was not going to go unpunished. If only he’d stayed
behind, a quick slash and he could have decapitated that man before he even
knew what had hit him. He had fucked up, let an opportunity pass. But that was a mistake that Daniel was not
about to repeat ever again. He would take Stacy’s body and soul soon, and no
one would stop him. But now there were other matters that needed to be taken
care of. He was still hungry and his failure before made the bloodlust grip him
even harder. At that moment an answer
seemed to present itself, as a lone female walked out of a nearby building. He
looked into her mind and saw all that he needed to know: Mary Lassiter, age 26,
single, beautiful yet repressed. With glee, Daniel saw that she was, of all
things, a teacher at a Catholic school. Oh this was going to be extra fun. He
felt his cock grow hard underneath his clothes because of the promise this
selection held. Daniel leapt from the rooftop and landed a short distance in
front of her.
As Mary walked toward the parking garage she kept her car in, she
chastised herself for staying so late. She’d promised her parents that she’d be
at their apartment for dinner at seven, and here it was almost that time
already. There just had been so many papers to grade and she hated lugging
papers home. Plus, she found if she brought things home she’d always find some
reason to procrastinate on her work.
She felt a little nervous walking the streets. Her friends had
warned her to take some kind of protection with her, but she certainly wasn’t
going to hold onto any kind of weapon. As a compromise, she carried a can of
pepper spray, but she had never used it and hoped that she never would. After
all, she’d been working at the school for three years now and nothing remotely
dangerous had ever happened. She was almost at the garage when a man stepped
out from the shadows directly into her path.
“Tell me, Mary, have you ever been fucked in an alleyway?” Daniel
asked. “What?” she squeaked. The man
had appeared out of nowhere. He knew her name, how did he know her name?
“You heard me,” Daniel calmly repeated, “Have you ever been fucked
in an alleyway?”
“Please leave me alone,” Mary said, panic running into her voice
as she tried to walk around Daniel, only to have him block her path. “No, not until you answer my question.”
With that, Mary reached into her purse, grabbed her pepper spray,
and sprayed Daniel with all the force she could. He flinched and Mary took the
opportunity to run. Unfortunately, Daniel was too quick for her and he pushed
her into an alley.
“Don’t do that!” he hissed.
“I’m sorry,” Mary gasped, her entire body shaking with fear,
“Don’t hurt me.” “Mary,” Daniel sighed as he gently brushed her cheek, “I’m not
here to bring you any pain, only the sweetest pleasure imaginable.” Mary began
to feel a little bit of calm start deep within her. Something about his eyes
told her that this man was to be trusted. But she still knew that she was in
terrible danger.
“I’ll give you anything you want,” she pleaded, tears beginning to
form, “Just please don’t hurt me.”
“I believe I asked you a question earlier,” Daniel stated, “I’d
like an answer.” “No,” Mary whispered as she began to stare into Daniel’s eyes,
the calm inside her growing with every second.
“Do you want to get fucked in an alley?” Daniel asked. “No!” Mary cried, “Let me go!” Out of the
corners of her eyes she saw people walking past the alley but Daniel had pushed
her so far in that they didn’t see her and when she tried to scream she
couldn’t.
“You want to scream, don’t you?”
Mary could only shake her head yes.
“But I don’t want you to, it would make me very angry if you did.
So you don’t want to scream anymore, do you?”
Mary shook her head no as she kept staring into Daniel’s eyes. She
no longer wanted to scream, she was beginning to trust this man and she felt
longings begin to grip her…sexual longings.
Daniel began to caress Mary’s face and when his hand dropped to
gently stroke her breasts through her clothes she didn’t protest. “You are so beautiful,” Daniel said as he
removed Mary’s beret and let her blonde hair fall free, “And yet you repress
yourself to please a man who got himself nailed to a cross. Why do you do
that?” “Because he is good…” Mary softly cried, “And you are not. No matter
what you do to me, no matter what you make me feel, you can never shake my faith.”
“He won’t come to help you now, Mary” Daniel said as he moved his hand between
Mary legs, eliciting a moan from the young teacher, “He couldn’t even save
himself when it was time. Open your mind to me, Mary. I can show you such
wonderful things.”
“Nooooo,” she cried, but her will was weakening rapidly as Daniel
unbuttoned her coat and pulled up her dress to her waist, he moved his free
hand to her pussy and felt the dampness. He was making her feel so good, but
she knew he was evil, she knew she had to resist.
But as he pulled her panties down and began to slowly finger fuck
her she looked into his eyes again. As she felt them pierce her brain, she knew
her fight was over. Mary’s will bent to his and she let the feelings of lust
that had been building up flow freely.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, a wicked smile tugging at her lips as
she spoke words she had previously been embarrassed to even think about, “I
need you inside me. You’ve made my
pussy so wet.”
“Good girl,” Daniel said a deep smile forming on his face. He
loved it when they put up a fight, it made it more fun to turn them. He
stripped off his pants and let his rock hard cock spring into the air. Almost
immediately, Mary got on her knees and took it into her mouth. As she sucked
Daniel’s cock, the taste of the proverbial forbidden fruit made the lust
continue to light her body on fire. She had never felt this good before and she
never wanted it to stop. Though he
loved the tongue play of the inexperienced woman, Daniel realized that he had
to hurry before someone came into the alley. He pulled Mary up, a look of
disappointment crossing her face at the interruption of her first blow job, but
she began to smile again when Daniel ripped her blouse and bra off, freeing her
heavy tits. He sucked on her nipples, biting each of them and sending a mix of
slight pain and heavy pleasure to Mary.
“Mmmmm, so fucking good,” Mary sighed, “Make me cum, I need it so
bad.” With that Daniel leaned Mary up against the wall, pulled down her
panties, spread her legs, and began fucking her hard. She was no virgin, a
night in college that Mary had been ashamed of for years had taken care of
that, but she had never been taken like this and she loved every second of it. Her pussy was getting wetter with every
thrust and she began to orgasm. Knowing that discovery could be disastrous, she
muffled her screams. When the orgasm hit her, she felt such pleasure that she
was afraid her brain would explode. Looking into her Master’s eyes, she saw
what he wanted and tilted her neck for him.
“Take me, Master,” she moaned, “I’m yours.”
Daniel buried his fangs into Mary’s neck, drinking freely as he
felt his own orgasm arrive. He shot his seed into his willing victim as he
drank his fill. Soon he began to feel
her life begin to slip away and he cut himself right above his breast.
“Drink,” he commanded; and she did, taking as much of her master’s
blood as she could before she fell to the ground dying.
“Help me, master,” Mary gasped.
“Just relax, Mary,” Daniel said as he redressed himself, “Let your
life go; soon you will have the powers of a goddess. I will return for you.” “I
love you,” Mary as her mortal life ended. She slumped over, a small trail of
Daniel’s blood dribbling from her chin.
The rest of the day had turned up nothing more and it was a
frustrated and exhausted Chris Foster that returned to his apartment. Inside he
found a note from Amy.
“Dear Dad,” it read, “Out with friends, back before eleven. Luv
Ya, Amy.” “Great, now who am I going to complain to?” Chris asked the empty
apartment. Amy could be trusted not to do anything to get herself hurt, so
Chris knew when she said she’d be back by eleven, she meant it. Meanwhile,
seeing an opportunity, Chris left his apartment, walked across the hall, and
knocked on Carol’s door. When Carol
opened it she saw a very disheveled Chris staring back at her. His hear was
mussed, his clothes looked like they were just hanging on him, and he looked
like he just wanted to curl up and die.
“Well hello, stranger,” she said.
“I have just had a really crappy day,” Chris sighed. “Well the important thing is that you look
good,” Carol joked, “Come on inside, I think you need a shower.”
Chris smiled and walked inside, kissing Carol deeply as she shut
the door behind him.
Man, Mary had been fun, Daniel thought to himself as he leapt from
rooftop to rooftop. He felt the strength her blood had given him, but he was
still hungry. The fight for Mary’s will
had turned on his bloodlust more than usual and apparently one feeding tonight
was not going to satisfy it. He rested a moment to think of the appropriate
place to strike next when it all of a sudden dawned on him that the best place
to go was right nearby. He could sense the whereabouts of his intended victim
and he took off after her. Throwing all caution to the wind, he flew through
the air toward his target. He reached
the area and when he spotted the building he didn’t waste any time getting to
it. This was something he’d wanted to do for so long, every night his dreams
had seemed to follow this exact pattern. He shoved open the door to the trailer
he had arrived at and looked with ultimate satisfaction at a very surprised
Sandra Bullock.
“Who the hell are you?” she demanded.
“Hello, Sandra,” Daniel said as he walked toward her, licking his
lips in
anticipation…
It had been a very long day shooting Death Game, and Sandra
Bullock was exhausted. She really wasn’t cut out for these types of physical roles
and she ended up each day with a new set of bruises somewhere on her body. Normally, she wouldn’t even have considered
doing a movie like this. But Speed 2 had tanked at the box office and her star
was in danger of losing some serious wattage. This movie looked like a sure
fire hit. The script wasn’t as bad as others in the genre and actually
contained a fair amount of wit. Plus, playing a cold-hearted assassin seemed
like a good way to show Hollywood that she could do more than play
goody-two-shoes types of roles.
It was after 9PM when they’d finally finished shooting for the day
and with her first scenes scheduled to be shot at 7:30 the next morning, Sandra
just threw herself down on the bed in her trailer. Being a big Hollywood star,
her trailer was better than most people’s houses. After calculating how long it
would take her to get back to the hotel she was staying at, and how there would
undoubtedly be a stack of messages telling her which phone calls she urgently
needed to return, she decided she’d be better off spending the night in her
trailer. So Sandra just lay herself
down on her bed, fully dressed, and waited for sleep to come. Soon, she drifted
off into a doze, but was suddenly awakened by a sound from outside. She tried
to ignore it and go back to sleep, but all of a sudden the door to her trailer
flew open and a man stepped inside.
“Who the hell are you?” Sandra demanded, since she was in no mood for
any type of interruption.
“Hello, Sandra,” Daniel said as he walked toward her, licking his
lips in anticipation.
“Get out of here!” Sandra shouted, “I’ll have security on your ass
in seconds!”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Daniel stated.
“Then I am, buddy,” Sandra said as she got up and attempted to
push past Daniel, “and you can bet I’ll have someone with me when I get back!”
“Sit down, Sandra,” Daniel said as she grabbed her and held on tightly as she
squirmed to get away.
“What do you want?” she pleaded, fear gripping her. “I just want to give you a gift, Sandra, a
wonderful gift” Daniel answered, “I can give you eternal life and beauty.”
“I can get a fucking plastic surgeon to do that,” Sandra said as
she hit and kicked Daniel to no avail, “Let me go!”
“I can do so many things for you, Sandra,” Daniel calmly stated,
“All you have to do is beg me.”
At that moment a security guard who had heard noise coming from
this part of the lot, called out to her.
“Ms. Bullock? Are you all right?” he asked.
Sandra was about to scream her lungs off and tell him to get help,
when Daniel covered her mouth and stared right into her eyes. As Sandra stared
into the serene calmness of the shimmering blue orbs, she felt a total
relaxation engulf her.
“Tell him everything is all right, and you don’t need any help!”
Daniel softly commanded as he took his hand away from her mouth. Sandra’s mind was in a fog as she kept
looking into Daniel’s eyes. Every cell in her body wanted her to scream for
help, but when she tried to, she couldn’t.
“Yes, everything is all right,” Sandra said in a slow, thick voice, “I
don’t need any help.”
“Are you sure,” the guard shouted, “I thought I heard something.”
“Thank you for your concern,” Sandra stated slowly as she kept her gaze fixated
on Daniel’s eyes, “But everything is all right. I don’t need any help.” “Good
girl, now we just need a little more privacy,” Daniel said, as the door seemed
to magically close behind him.
He pulled Sandra back toward her bed, and even though inside she
tried to resist, she followed obediently.
“Strip,” Daniel commanded.
“No,” Sandra whispered as she struggled to regain control of her
free will. “Don’t disobey your,
Master,” Daniel said, “Now, strip for me, Sandra. I want to see your beautiful
body.”
“I won’t,” she gasped but deep inside she knew this was a losing
battle. She couldn’t resist this stranger and she felt a dampness growing
between her legs. He was turning her on
and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.
Daniel then pulled Sandra closer to him, and as she felt the power of
his eyes seize her brain, she gave in and surrendered herself to his power. As
if to seal the deal, Daniel kissed Sandra passionately and she offered no
resistance as their tongues explored each other’s mouths.
“I would never disobey you, master,” Sandra said as she pulled she
pulled her shirt off over her head and unsnapped her bra.
Daniel immediately began to kiss and suckle Sandra’s firm breasts.
His tongue caused her nipples to strain into hard little peaks as her arousal
raged like a current. In response she moaned deeply and implored Daniel to go
on. “Should I take off the rest of my
clothes for you, Master,” Sandra asked, her free will totally destroyed. She
only cared about pleasing Daniel now.
Daniel nodded his head ‘yes’ and with a gratified smile on her face
Sandra stood up and pulled off her jeans. Her panties were soaked as she
seductively slid them down her legs, showing Daniel her neatly trimmed black
bush. “Do I please you?” Sandra asked
as she lovingly ran her hands all over her body. Her pussy was dripping as she felt Daniel’s eyes roam all over
her nude form and her juices began to run down her legs.
“Very much so,” Daniel said as he pulled his clothes off, “Come to
me.” Sandra embraced her now nude master and resumed kissing him as he ran his
hands over her body. Daniel lay Sandra down and she moaned in
anticipation. “May I suck your cock?”
she asked with a grin.
Without a word, Daniel pushed Sandra down his body and she eagerly
took him into her mouth. Daniel groaned in pleasure as she ran her tongue over
his cock. Years of the casting couch in Hollywood had obviously forced her to
become talented at this. He felt his orgasm about to hit, so he pulled Sandra
up and spread her legs.
“Please fuck me, Master,” Sandra pleaded.
Daniel was getting immensely turned on by how much the Hollywood
star was enjoying her submissive role. Perhaps he had allowed some buried
element in Sandra to come alive. Daniel kissed every inch of Sandra’s body,
enjoying his chance to live out the fantasy of a great deal of the world’s male
population. Sandra moaned and cried as
he kissed her, begging her Master to fuck her.
When Daniel finally entered her pussy she cried out loudly. She had
never felt this good, her entire body was overflowing with pleasurable
sensations and she was ready to do anything for her master. Her orgasm soon hit
her, but just when it seemed like the pleasurable quakes had stopped she felt
another one building up.
With the rising of the sun hours and hours away Daniel could
afford to take his time and lavish attention on Sandra. They were soon caught up
in what seemed to Sandra like an endless fuck, and she hoped it would never
end. After she came more times than she thought she ever could, they collapsed
in her bed. “Now, Sandra,” Daniel
calmly said as he felt his fangs extend, “there’s something I have to do now.”
Sandra immediately knew what he wanted and she couldn’t wait for
him to take it.
“Oh please, master,” she mewed, “Take all you need. I love you.”
He leaned down to her neck and Sandra screamed in pleasure when he pierced her
flesh with his fangs, her blood flowing freely into his mouth. He drank his
fill and then kissed Sandra again, letting her taste her own blood. He then reopened the wound he had made for
Mary and let Sandra drink the crimson liquid that came out. She drank deep but
before long she began to gasp, her life slipping away. As she lay dying, Daniel
dressed himself and leaned over her.
“Just let it happen,” he said in a reassuring manner, “I will return for
you at sundown.”
“Noooo…” Sandra weakly gasped, “I want to be with you now. Take me
with you master, please…” Daniel was struck by that request and as Sandra began
to draw her last breaths, he picked her up.
“Thank you, master,” Sandra murmured before she died in his
arms. As Daniel took off into the night
sky, he pondered this development. He had been able to dominate her so
completely, more so than any of his other victims and he reasoned that his
powers were increasing, with every life he took. This was a good idea, though.
It might have been difficult to get Sandra’s body back without drawing
unnecessary attention to himself.
Daniel entered his home and congratulated himself on his two big
successes, which had eased the pain of his earlier failure. Oh well, that was
something he could take care of tomorrow. The thoughts of the lovely Stacy
Campbell joining his little family made him smile evilly.
It was late into the night when the phone began to ring, waking up
at least one of the occupants of the apartment. Amy Foster sleepily made her
way into the kitchen to answer the phone; an earthquake couldn’t wake her
father. “Hello,” the groggy teenager
murmured into the phone.
“Amy?” Lieutenant Lawrence Smith asked from the other end.
“Uh-huh,” she replied.
“It’s Lieutenant Smith, please put your father on.” “Hold on,” Amy
said as she put the phone down and walked into her father’s room, only to fine
him sleeping soundly.
“Dad, it’s for you,” Amy said as she shook her father gently.
“What?” a disoriented Chris Foster said.
“The phone, Dad,” Amy said, “it’s for you. It’s your Lieutenant.”
That got Chris up in a hurry and he grabbed the phone next to the
bed.
“Lieutenant, it’s three in the morning. What is it?” “Chris I need
you to get your brother and get down here. We’ve got another victim, it’s real
bad.”
“Shit, give me the address,” Chris said as he copied it down,
“We’ll get down there ASAP.”
He then hung up the phone and turned to Amy.
“I’ve got to go sweetheart,” he said as he got out of bed, “Make
sure the door is locked behind me.”
“What is it?” Amy asked concern covering her face. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing,” Chris answered
forcing bravado into his voice, “Just be careful today.”
Twenty minutes later, Chris and Pete were standing in the alley
where Mary Lassiter’s body had been discovered earlier that night. Light
drizzle had begun falling, and combined with the darkness of the night and the
flashing blue and red of the police lights, it seemed as though the scene was
captured in some eerie glow.
“It’s not good,” Carly said as she approached the Foster brothers.
“It never is,” Pete replied.
“Mary Lassiter, age 26,” Carly read aloud from her notes, “She was
a fucking Catholic school teacher, for Christ’s sake. The press is going to be
all over us about this one. Apparently this woman’s known for being some kind
of latter day saint.”
“Was it just like the others?” Chris asked.
“Well, Vincent just arrived for the body and said he’d have
something more for us in a few hours, but it looked like it to me,” Carly
answered. “A fucking serial killer,”
Chris said shaking his head.
“It doesn’t make sense,” Pete replied.
“What do you mean?” Carly asked.
“If it is the same guy,” Pete answered, “Then this new victim
doesn’t match the others. The only link we had between the first two was that
they had no nearby family or close ties to the community. They were killed in
their bedrooms after engaging in consensual sex. But here we’ve got someone
who’s a fixture in the area and is killed in the alley. Plus, do you think a
Catholic School teacher is the type of person who just runs off into the alley
to have sex. It doesn’t fit.”
“It’s pretty obvious he’s picking his victims at random,” Chris
replied, “You think this might have been a rape?”
“It would make more sense if it was,” Pete said. “This whole is
just not fitting anything we’ve ever seen. Three girls in their mid-twenties,
who to our knowledge have never exhibited any kinky or strange sexual behavior
in the past, just go off with some guy, have sex with him, and drink his blood?
It just doesn’t make sense at all. We still have no leads, it’s like we’re
chasing a fucking ghost who comes out at night and disappears in the daytime!”
“Check it out,” Steve said as he joined the other detectives and pointed to the
car pulling up, “I think we’re about to get some big time visitors.” The car
stopped and when the doors opened, Captain William Carter, Police Commissioner
Brandon Doyle, and Washington D.C. Mayor Marion Barry got out. “Holy shit,” Carly remarked, “it’s a fucking
red ball now.” The three other detectives nodded their heads in part
frustration and part acceptance. Red ball was a term assigned to the high
profile cases that garnered intense media and public attention. When a case was
termed a red ball, it meant that all other investigations were more or less
pushed to the side for the next few days and all efforts of the police
department were to be concentrated on solving the case fast.
“Guess we’re going to have a lot of extra men on this one,” Steve
remarked. “Reckon so,” Chris agreed as
the three recently arrived men met up with Lieutenant Smith and walked up to
the detectives. “Detectives,” Captain
Carter began, as he bunched up his rain coat in response to the increasing
rain, “I believe we can dispense with the introductions here and get right down
to business. We’re going to make these murders our highest priority starting
now. We’re going to be working this one 24 hours a day if we have to.”
“All overtime necessary will be approved,” Mayor Barry stated,
“The press is going to be all over this one once word hits about the third
victim, so we need to look as though the police are on top of things and are
close to making an arrest.”
Turning to Lieutenant Smith, Mayor Barry continued, “Your men are
on top of this aren’t they?”
“Your Honor, all of my detectives will be on this case starting
now,” Lawrence answered, “We will get the man responsible.”
“As well as Lieutenant Smith’s Detectives,” Commissioner Doyle
added, “We’ll be assigning the second shift of detectives to the case and we’ll
be bringing in extra men from sex crimes to help with the investigation.” “All
right,” Mayor Barry said after taking the information in, “That’s what I want
to hear. I’m going to be addressing the media this morning. The people of
Washington D.C. need to know it’s safe to walk the streets at night. Brandon,
I’m going to want you and William to speak at the press conference.” “We’ll be
ready,” Captain Carter stated.
“Very good,” the Mayor said as he walked back to the car. “Don’t make us look like assholes on this
one Lawrence,” Captain Carter stated firmly after he turned his attention back
to the detectives, “The public is going to want to know that we’re close to an
arrest on this one.” “We’ll get the man,” Lawrence assured his superiors before
they walked back to the car as well.
“Okay,” Lawrence said after they had left, “I’m going to get every
available person off the street and into the squad room. I’m going to need you
four to brief everyone in a few hours. Pressure’s on here, you can and you will
do this.” With that Lawrence left as well, leaving the four detectives standing
silently in the rain.
“We have to make sure Vincent does a full comparison on both
bodies we have,” Chris finally said, “we should see if there are any
differences between Michelle Ryan and Mary Lassiter. Maybe that can lead to
something.” “I’ll call him,” Steve said as he walked to a pay phone.
“What do you think, Carly?” Pete asked.
“I’m totally out to sea without a paddle here,” Carly answered,
“We’ve got nothing to go on and now the spotlight is shining right on us.” Over
at the pay phone, Steve was apparently yelling into the receiver, leading his
fellow detectives to wonder what was wrong.
“Steve? What’s up?” Chris shouted over to him.
“The body’s gone!” Steve shouted back, “Michelle Ryan’s corpse has
been fucking stolen!”
“I thought we had a guy guarding everything tonight!” Carly
contended. “We did!” Steve shouted, “He
blacked out or something and now the body is fucking gone!!!!” Steve then began
to slam the phone against the side of the building in frustration.
Carly, Pete, and Chris just stood there in stunned silence for a
few moments.
“We are so fucked…” Pete finally stated.
The vampire hunting continues...