BLOODLUST: CHAPTER 6 (MF, VAMP, CELEB, MC) CHAPTER 6: ORIGINALITY IN MURDERERS IS NEVER FUN FOR THE POLICE 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 had 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 9:00 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, so 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 awaken 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 Daniel 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 Sandra and held her 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 as 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 just made for Mary and let Sandra drink the crimson liquid that came out. She drank deep and long before she began to gasp, her life slipping away. As she lay dying, Daniel redressed 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. Anyway this was a good thing, 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. A light drizzle had begun to fall 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 was 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.” “Well 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 have to our knowledge 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 have no leads still, it’s like we’re chasing a fucking ghost here 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 came out. “Holy shit,” Carly remarked, “it’s a fucking red ball now.” The three other detectives nodded their beads in part of 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 that meant 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 detectives 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 the 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 here without a paddle,” 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.