BLOODLUST: CHAPTER 5 (MF, VAMP) Our story thus far: A vampire named Daniel is rampaging throughout Washington D.C. He has already claimed two victims and is ready for more. The D.C. Homicide Detectives are investigating the murders, but so far are drawing blanks. But Chris, the lead Detective, has managed to take time out of his schedule to begin a relationship with his accross the hall neighbor. As usual comments are welcome. If you had any type of reaction at all to this chapter or any previous ones please send comments to KMB_76@yahoo.com I’d really appreciate it is you did. And now for the legal stuff: There are scenes of sexual content, so please all people under 18 go away! And if for any reason you get an intense desire to convert to vampirism after reading this story, then please don’t. Or if you do, at least please do not blame me at your trial. So without furthur ado: CHAPTER 5: THE INVESTIGATION CONTINUES (AKA CARLY AND STEVE GO HOLLYWOOD) 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 cannot 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 are either really in love or you have 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 m.o. 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. “Victims 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 squadroom 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 have looked through everything,” a frustrated Pete said, “And there is 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 is 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 over to the squadroom’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 has had every pretty girl in this place.” “That’s not true at all,” Tom replied, “It’s more like half of that.” 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.” “Hey 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 to type of girl?” Tom asked. “Not for a second,” Arnie said as he flipped through his copy of The World Weekly 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 and it was often 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 one slip up now. Not one. This case is potential dynamite and I will not have it blow up in my face!” With that Captain William Carter l broke off the meeting and left, leaving Lawrence 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.” “Well 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, “Well, 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 and 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 have 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...hey 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 somethings 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 are 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 sir,” Stacy said as she took 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 and 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 he needed right now more than sex, 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 and he 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 as he got there , “GET OFF OF 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 Catholic school teacher. 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’s promised her parents that she’d be at their apartment for dinner at 7:00, and here it was almost seven 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 to 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. Then 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 am 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 target 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’s been wanting 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...