Bloodlust: Chapter 3 (MF, Vamp) CHAPTER 3: THE PLOT THICKENS (OR SICKENS, IT ALL DEPENDS ON HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THE SUBJECT MATTER) 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 its 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 medical examiner, 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 go 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 examiners 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 if 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 low.” “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 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’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 reinterview 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 its 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 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 audio tape 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 site 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 laying 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. Michelle 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 were 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 seeking to protect the President from a vengeful assassin who was seeking to create chaos in government as revenge for the death of her father at the hands of the CIA. Ben Affleck, whose death in the film would certainly cause teenage girls across the U.S. 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 set to play 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 set 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 saw 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 rear view 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 blocked suddenly. “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 guys boldness. She really didn’t need this shit right now. “I mean its 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 before 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 he 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 was loving 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 did not 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, so 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...