"Bloodlust 10" (vamp) [10/13] Our story thus far: Daniel struck again, this time using his vampire mistresses to get Sarah Michelle Gellar into his little flock. But Daniel got too greedy and after some ugliness involving Bruce Willis and Demi Moore, he ended up coming face to face with Chris and Pete. However Daniel escaped by jumping out a window, once again amazing his persuers. Meanwhile, the mystery man was revealed to be Gordon Sumner an escaped mental patient who had previously been a vampire hunter. By the way, this chapter is dedicated to all of the writers who have put together Homicide: Life on the Street for so many years. Without them I’d have no style to rip off. Thanks fellas. No sex here, I’ve been warning you, so no need for a legal warning. The three chapter drought of sex is going to be tough for ya’ all, but I know you can handle it. And if by chance you can’t handle it, let me know. As I’ve said before, and will continue to say, all comments are welcomed at KMB_76@yahoo.com Now that that’s out of the way, on with the story: CHAPTER 10: INTERROGATION WITH THE VAMPIRE By dawn the word had already hit the streets and soon a full media frenzy was in swing. The word out was a suspected murderer had gone berserk last night and held hostages in the Willard Hotel. Six security guards were dead. Bruce Willis was in the hospital in critical, but stable condition, but doctors were confident he would survive. Meanwhile, Sandra Bullock and Sarah Michelle Gellar were missing and presumed dead at the hands of the maniac, who had somehow managed to escape police even though he had been surrounded. A flood of reporters crashed through the doors of the Police Station , the likes of which Lieutenant Lawrence Smith had never seen in his life. Lawrence watched from his vantage point on top of the stairs and took a sip of his coffee. He looked at his watch. Shit, it wasn't even seven in the morning and they were circling like sharks. His detectives were running on no sleep, they had a face for their suspect, but no name, and now this. Media from all over the world was downstairs and they were all waiting for even the smallest morsel of information. Sighing loudly, Lawrence began walking down the stairs to face the screaming throng. He guessed it didn’t really matter if a bunch of average citizens got killed, but if a couple of celebrities got killed then all of a sudden he was trying to answer questions from the Japanese media. “All right,” he declared when he near the throng, “I am Lieutenant Lawrence Smith of the Homicide Department. There will be an official press conference in two hours, but I will be happy to answer any questions you have right now.” Lawrence was then hit with such a flurry of questions that he had to literally take a step back. He felt the beginnings of a migraine coming on. -------------- “This is too weird,” Carly remarked as she and her fellow detectives stared into a jail cell. “I agree,” Steve said, “There must be something seriously wrong with her brain. What do you think Pete?” “I am at a loss for words,” Pete answered. “I’d say its the aftereffects of my painkillers, but how would that explain how the rest of you can see it,” Arnie said. “Hey what’s everyone looking at?” Tom asked as he joined the group. “Only the strangest thing you’ll ever see,” Pete said as he gestured toward the jail cell. Tom looked inside and saw Chris and Carol sleeping soundly on the mattress. They were curled up with each other and they both looked quite content. “Oh that is not right at all,” Tom remarked, “You don’t think they did anything in there, do you?” “Ewwwww, I hope not,” Pete answered, “Think of all the wonderful and fun diseases currently residing in that mattress.” “I guess he really is in love,” Carly observed, “Makes you just want to puke, doesn’t it?” “Spoken like a truly bitter person,” Tom replied. “Oh yeah, like you even know what love is,” Carly shot back. “No, no Carly,” Arnie pointed out, “Our Tommy Boy here painted the town red last night with Stacy while his loyal partner was getting the crap beaten out of him.” “Look I’m sorry,” Tom said, “But when it comes down to you and a beautiful girl, you lose Arnie.” “Hey I think I’m beautiful,” Arnie sighed. “Avery, please don’t be the cause of another girl transferring out of here,” Carly sighed, “Your relationships have the unfortunate tendency of causing me inconvenience.” “Hey I thought we were speculating about Chris’ relationship,” Tom protested, “Leave me out of this.” “Well while this conversation is truly fascinating,” Steve remarked, “Shouldn’t we wake them up or something? I mean we do have work.” “But watching them sleep is so interesting,” Pete stated, “It’s like watching footage of a village after a volcano eruption.” Before the debate on whether or not to wake the couple went any further, Carol put the issue to rest by waking herself up. She reacted in surprise when she saw the people staring at them and she quickly shook Chris awake. With a grunt he awoke and saw his fellow detectives. “Go away,” he mumbled sharply, “Next show’s in an hour.” “Wakey-wakey,” Pete said in a sing song voice. “Don’t you people have your own lives?” Chris moaned. “It’s much more fun to interfere in yours,” Arnie remarked. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the hospital?” Chris asked Arnie, whose entire right arm was covered in a cast. “And miss all the fun of being here? I wouldn’t dream of it,” Arnie answered. “What time is it?” Carol asked as she shook off the remaining effects of slumber. “A little after seven,” Pete answered. “I’ve got to get going anyway,” she replied as she got off the mattress, “Thanks for the tour of an American jail cell, Chris.” “Anytime,” Chris said. Carol leaned in for kiss, but Chris all of a sudden remembered that they had an audience. “Shouldn’t you all be working on something?” Chris asked. “Oh don’t mind us,” Carly replied. “Yes, continue smooching,” Tom added. When Carol and Chris did just that, the others began to hoot and holler like sixth graders. “With that, I think I’ll leave,” Carol said as she walked out the door, “It was lovely meeting you all.” “She seems nice,” Tom said after Carol had walked away. “If you even look at her funny Avery, I’m going to shoot you,” Chris said as he walked out of the cell. “Wow a jail cell,” Carly remarked as the detectives headed back to the squad room, “You sure know how to romance a girl.” “Oh shut up all of you,” Chris replied, “We just needed to crash for the night.” “Well on a more important subject, we’ve got a sketch of our guy all ready,” Steve said as they reached the squad room. Blood analysis last night had confirmed what they all knew, that the man from the hotel was definitely the murderer. “Good,” Pete said as he looked it over, “I want this run in every paper and on every TV show. Anyplace you can put it up, you put it up.” “As usual, I’m two steps ahead of you,” Carly said, “It’s already done.” “All right,” Pete said, genuine hope filling his voice for the first time in days, “If this guy’s still out there, we’re going to get him.” --------------- The sun creeping into her bedroom woke Stacy up with a start. She looked over at the clock and she saw that she was running late. It was close to eight already and she wasn’t even up yet. But as soon as she leapt up, she fell back down again onto the bed, her strength seemingly gone. Stacy’s head began to throb and she noticed two things, first she hadn’t even bothered to unmake her bed the last night and second she was stark naked. “What did I do last night?” she asked herself aloud. She searched her memories, but she soon found that the night had been a blur. She remembered going out with Tom and that he dropped her off at her apartment, but after that there was nothing. Gathering up her strength, Stacy got up and managed to get dressed for work. As she staggered into the hallway she knocked on Emily’s door. “Em, you in there?” Stacy asked, but she received no answer. This was really strange, Emily usually didn’t leave until later. But then again and she didn’t usually black out, Stacy reasoned. She’d have Emily fill her in on the details later, somehow Stacy knew that Emily would be able to tell her exactly what had gone on that night. As Stacy began to walk out the door, a deep hunger gripped her. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt in her life, but she managed to quell the feelings. She was late, she told herself she’d just have to feed later. That choice of words struck her as odd Why the word feed, she’d never used it before. However, Stacy then shook off those doubts because she just didn’t have time to do a self examination of her subconscious. She closed the door and headed for work. --------------- By 9:00 the sketch artists’ rendering of Daniel was out on the streets and a full search had begun. Meanwhile, as the press conference was being set up downstairs, Stacy finally lurched into work. The sun seemed to be especially bright today and she wore her sunglasses. “Looks you had a fun night, Stacy” Officer Julie Muldowski remarked as she passed her by. “I don’t even know what the hell happened last night,” Stacy sighed, “All I know is that I am so tired. Every cell in my body is begging for sleep. Plus I am absolutely starving and I can’t tell for what.” “Oooh sucks for you,” Julie said as Stacy began the long walk up the stairs. “Your sympathy is noted for the record,” Stacy said as she tried to walk away. But before she did a reporter jumped in her way. “Hi I’m Milo Bloom, Reporter for the Bloom Beacon,” the man said, “Do you have any information on the case? No one’s talking.” “Go away,” Stacy said in an annoyed tone as she pushed Milo back and continued on her way up the stairs. The press had seemingly been staking out the station since the middle of the night and the quickie Q&A session with Lieutenant Smith had done nothing to stop out their zealous quest for information. So when Police Commissioner Brandon Doyle stepped up to the microphone, a buzz went up in the crowd. The majority of the media present had no idea who Commissioner Doyle was or how he was part of the dying breed of tough Irish cops, but by his uniform and demeanor, they could tell he was a man of importance. “I am Commissioner Brandon Doyle,” he said as he began, “I have a brief statement to read and then I will answer some questions. A suspect in the murders of four women and six men has been identified by District of Columbia homicide detectives. The suspect was seen last night in the Willard Hotel hotel where he killed the six men, all security employees of the hotel, and one woman, Ms. Sarah Michelle Gellar. He escaped the police pursuit and we are now currently searching the entire district for the man fitting the description you are currently being given on the papers passed around. Our suspect is a white male, age in the mid to late 20’s, 6 feet tall, 180 pounds, dark brown hair. If anyone knows a man fitting this description they are urged to call the police immediately and not take any action themselves. The Mayor has expressed his full confidence that this suspect will be found and arrested.” Putting down the prepared statement, Brandon looked into the seemingly endless sea of reporters. “Does anyone have questions?” he asked only to be answered by a flurry of words and hand signals. “How did the suspect escape the police last night?” one reporter shouted. “That is being explored right now...” Brandon slowly answered as he searched for the right words to explain how Daniel was able to jump through the window and survive. “What does that mean?” several reporters inquired. “I have no further comment on that matter,” Brandon replied. “Is Sandra Bullock counted among the dead?” was another question. “Ms. Bullock is still considered missing at the moment,” was the answer as Brandon pointed to another reporter. “Hi, I’m Tabitha Soren from MTV News where you hear it first. Is the Spice Girls concert at RFK Stadium still scheduled to go off as planned tonight?” At this question, Brandon leaned over to his right to Captain William Carter. “Bill, who the hell are the Spice Girls?” Brandon whispered. “They’re a singing group performing at RFK tonight. They’re very popular, I think they’ve been on every single magazine cover in America,” Captain Carter answered. “It’s going to go on as scheduled” “I’ve got to get out more,” Brandon sighed before returning to the microphone. “Yes the concert will go on as planned.” “When do you foresee an arrest,” another reporter asked. Relieved to have a question he could answer, Brandon responded quickly. “We believe we’ll have our suspect in custody within the next 24 hours,” he said, setting off a murmur of surprise through the crowd, which by now included the Foster brothers. “24 hours that’s pretty bold,” Chris whispered to his brother, “Do you think we can pull it off.” “Not a chance,” Pete sighed, “But the least we could do is go down trying.” After soaking in the press conference for a few moments more, Chris turned to his brother again. “I feel like waffles, you want some waffles?” he asked. “Yeah, I could go for waffles,” Pete answered as they headed for the door, leaving the bold predictions in their wake. --------------- Later, having finished his waffles, Chris walked toward the jail cells until he found the one he was looking for. “I see you’re up,” Chris observed, but Gordon Sumner just sat in silence. “I brought you some coffee,” Chris said as he slipped the cup through the bars. “Thank you,” Gordon muttered. “You know I’ve been thinking about what you said,” Chris said, causing Gordon to perk up. “Are you ready to believe me now?” Gordon asked. “Hey, I just said I was thinking about what you said, that’s all,” Chris replied. “Detective what more proof do you need?” Gordon pled, “You saw what happened last night. What mortal man could make an escape like that. It doesn’t make sense any other way.” Chris sighed in response. “I know what you’re going through,” Gordon said, “I went through it once myself. You don’t want to accept what it is that you’ve seen, but you have to. Time is running out, but we can still beat him.” “I just can’t believe that this is possible,” Chris protested. “You have to,” Gordon insisted, “Open your mind and let me out of here. He’s weak during the day and we will have an easier time of killing him.” “I cannot let you out. You’re a fugitive,” Chris pointed out. “We don’t have time for this!” Gordon shouted, “These next hours are critical.” “We’re close to bringing him in,” Chris said. “Arresting him won’t stop him,” Gordon sighed, “Anyway you’ll never catch him if you don’t know where to start looking!” All of a sudden, Pete began shouting for his brother. “Chris! Get up here!” Pete shouted. “We’ve got him! We’ve got a name!” Abruptly ending his conversation with Gordon, Chris then ran toward the squad room to see what had happened. Left alone again, Gordon sighed. “You’ll only make things worse,” he said quietly. ------------ When Chris reached the squad room he saw Pete, Carly, and Steve clustered around a woman who could only be described as Amazonian. Even sitting down, it was clear that she was over six feet tall with legs that seemed endless. She was dressed in a tight leather outfit and her huge breasts seemed to be on the verge of splitting right out of the deep cleavage in her ultra tight top. She was like a living character from a late night movie on Cinemax. “Whoa,” was the only response Chris could come up with when he saw her. “My sentiments exactly,” Arnie said as he walked up to join the group. “All right,” Pete said, “Chris this is...What was your name again?” “My name is Mistress Jasmine,” she sighed. “Is that your real name, Ms.?” Steve asked. “It is now,” Jasmine said, “And address me as Mistress.” “I think not,” Steve said as he went back to writing the report. “Anyway, tell him what you told me,” Pete requested. “Okay, this guy who murdered the women, I’ve seen him. His name is Daniel Rooker,” Jasmine said. “How do you know him?” Pete asked. “He’s been a customer of mine at my sex shop, The Pink Pleasure Palace,” Jasmine answered. “Sounds like a great place for the whole family there Jasmine,” Steve said. “I said call me Mistress!” Jasmine commanded, causing Steve to take a step back from her. “What does like getting beat up,” Carly asked. “No he was into being the dominant one,” Jasmine answered, “He bought some supplies from me and once I hooked him up with this girl I knew who liked being dominated. He was too kinky for her though, she said he tried to drink her blood, he scared the shit out of her.” “When was this?” Chris demanded. “A week ago, that’s why I remember it so well,” Jasmine replied. “Check the computer Tom!” Pete shouted. “I’m on it!” Tom replied, “We got him, Daniel Rooker, he’s been a local boy for two years now! Hey, he was arrested in New York for sexual assault charges right before he relocated!” “What happened?” Carly asked as Arnie ran off to get Lieutenant Smith. “Charges dropped,” Tom answered, “Don’t know why though.” “Are you sure this is the man you saw,” Pete said as he held up the sketch of Daniel. “Positive,” Mistress Jasmine said, “I’ll testify to that, that fucking pervert. I hope you put him away forever.” “That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Pete said as he got up. “Hot damn!” he exclaimed, “We’re going to nail this son of a bitch!” “All right,” Lieutenant Lawrence Smith said as he joined the group, “We need a warrant first before we go any further. This is kind of a stretch here.” “Lieutenant, we’ve got probable cause here,” Chris contended, “We’ll call up Beth, she’ll get us a friendly judge fast. This guy could be bolting town as we speak.” “All right get the warrant and get down there,” Lawrence said as he took it all in, “I want everything by the book, no cutesy shit here, no slip ups here.” “Not a one,” Chris said as he picked up the phone and dialed the number for Assistant District Attorney Elizabeth Foster. “It’s me sis,” Chris said after she picked up, “We need a fast warrant here.” As Chris talked to Beth, Mistress Jasmine got set to leave. “I just want to thank you for coming in today to help us,” Steve said. “It was my pleasure,” Jasmine replied, “Here’s some coupons for my new line of leatherware and if you ever get in the mood, I’d love to beat the crap out of you. I’ll make you feel such pleasurable pain, you’re going to think you died.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” Steve quickly said as he took two steps back before running away from Mistress Jasmine as fast as he could. ------------- So as the clock moved slightly past 11 in the morning a stream of police were arriving at the apartment of Daniel Rooker. The Foster Brothers, warrant in hand, led the charge, with Carly, Steve, Tom, and fourteen uniformed officers behind them. “Okay,” Chris said as he overviewed the situation, “I want five officers guarding the back way, two on each side of the building to make sure he doesn’t go out a fire escape, another five by the front door, and the last three going up with us. Tom you stay up front, Carly and Steve you’re with us.” “What if he’s not here?” Pete asked. “Then we’ll have ended up making a lot of noise for nothing,” Chris answered, “But we’ll at least have had a chance to bother the neighbors.” “Now this guy hasn’t used a gun on anyone yet,” Carly announced to the officers, “But we can’t be sure he is unarmed. I want everyone in vests. This guy’s not going to go willingly.” “Let’s not try and tip this guy off so go we’re gonna go in quietly as we can,” Steve chimed in. “All right let’s do this,” Chris said and with that they crossed the street toward the apartment. The officers all took their positions and after posting someone at the base of the stairs. Chris, Pete, Carly, Steve, and the remaining officers rode up the elevator to the sixth floor. “Okay, we’re looking for apartment 4G,” Pete whispered. “Over here,” Steve said as he stood in front of the door. Everyone took up position as Chris banged loudly on the door. “POLICE! OPEN UP! WE HAVE A WARRANT” he shouted. There was no reply from inside the apartment, nor was there when Chris tried again. Chris motioned at his brother and they then proceeded to knock the door down. The police poured into the apartment but they soon found that it was empty of human life. “Damn!” Pete exclaimed, “He’s long gone!” “Maybe he just stepped out?” Steve suggested. “No, this apartment has been empty for days,” Carly said as she took notice of the light layer of dust on the objects inside.. “Okay, we’re going to take this place apart!” Chris ordered the officers, “Take anything even remotely useful!” “Jesus, will you take a look at this place,” Carly said in amazement and for the first time Chris began to look around at Daniel’s apartment. The entire place seemed to be a shrine to vampirism and the black arts. His bedroom was filled with books in the occult and his walls were completely covered with newspaper and magazine articles about vampire type killings. “Look here,” Pete said as he stood before a desk cluttered with notes and open books, “Looks like our boy was doing some kind of research before he left.” “Yeah but research into what,” Carly remarked as she flipped through a book, “What language is this?” “I don’t know,” Pete answered as he glanced at the book, “Looks like something from Western Europe. Kinda looks like Hungarian or Rumanian.” “How can you tell,” Carly asked as she put the book back down. “Our family’s from there, we had a great aunt who still spoke it when we were little,” Pete answered. Steve went over to a shelf and began examining the vials that had been placed there. He opened one and peered at the contents before flinching. “This better not be what I think it is,” he said as he handed a vial to Chris. Chris examined it and reached the same conclusion. “If you’re thinking that that’s human blood in there, then you are correct sir,” Chris replied. “This is not a well person we are dealing with here,” Steve observed. “You’re just realizing that now?” Chris asked as he looked again at his surroundings. It seemed that every book, every movie, every anything about vampires was there. “The real question is,” Chris then asked, “Where is he now?” Though Chris meant the question to be rethorical, he soon got an answer when his walkie-talkie squawked to life. “Hey I’ve got someone out here,” Tom shouted, “He’s heading this way, looks just like our guy.” “Holy shit!” Chris exclaimed, “Let’s go!” With that Chris, Pete, Carly, and Steve tore down the steps to reach the outside where they did see a guy fitting Daniel’s description slowly heading toward the apartment. He was in a long black coat and sunglasses, but it looked just like the man Chris and Pete had seen the night before in the hotel. “It’s him!” Pete declared. Tom also took a good look at the man approaching and suddenly realized that this was the guy he’d chased off of Stacy the other night. Why hadn’t he realized it before? The murderer and Stacy’s attacker were one and the same! “Should we grab him?” Tom excitedly asked. “No wait!” Pete ordered, “Let him come to us.” “Just a few steps more you son of a bitch,” Chris softly coaxed as the man continued to walk slowly toward the building. But just when he was close enough to make definite eye contact, the man pulled off his sunglasses, revealing his full face. Daniel smiled fiendishly at his pursuers and winked at them. He then took off at full speed down the opposite direction. “Oh fuck me!!” Chris exclaimed before he, his fellow detectives, and the officers stationed out front tore off after Daniel. None of the police were in the shape Daniel was, but since he was weakened by the sun he could not run as fast as he would have been able to at night. Pete pulled out in front of the other police and as his heart pounded and his head ached he pulled closer to Daniel as they raced down the streets of the city. Other police cars had been called to the scene and were cutting off any escape routes possible. The sounds of sirens blared throughout as Pete huffed and puffed as he drove himself to keep up with Daniel. Suddenly he pulled even and with all the force he could manage, Pete tackled Daniel and knocked him to the ground. A second later the rest of the police on foot caught up. “DANIEL ROOKER?” Pete shouted as he drew his gun. “That’s me,” Daniel hissed. “YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR MURDER!” Pete continued as he slipped a pair of handcuffs on Daniel’s wrists. He then motioned for someone else to continue as he collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. Chris immediately ran to his brother’s side as Carly began reading Daniel his rights. “Are you okay?” Chris asked. “And to think....my doctor recommended....more...exercise,” Pete gasped as a wide smile crept across his face. “You are the man, Pete,” Chris said as he helped his brother up. “...if you cannot afford an attorney one will be provided for you by the District,” Carly continued, “Daniel Rooker, do you understand each and every one of these rights as I have read them to you?” “You mortals are such fools,” was all Daniel said as he was led away by the police. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Carly replied, “Take him away boys.” The detectives then watched as Daniel was taken away by police car to the homicide division. “So who gets the fun task of interrogation?” Steve asked as the siren of the car faded into the distance. --------------- Soon after Daniel sat alone inside the interrogation room, staring at the ceiling and giving off the attitude that he didn’t particularly care about what was going to happen next. Arnie, Tom, Carly, and Steve watched him from the other side of the two way mirror located on the room’s left side. “Look at him,” Carly observed, “Cool as ice.” “They say the guilty man is the one who relaxes,” Arnie replied, “The innocent ones get all nervous and fidgety, but the guilty guys just lay back because they know they’re caught.” “I don’t know, he makes me nervous,” Steve said, “He looks like he just doesn’t give a fuck about anything. People like that are always dangerous.” “He hasn’t asked for a lawyer or anything,” Carly stated, “He just sits there and waits.” “He’s not that great looking a guy,” Tom said, “How did he get those girls to go willingly?” “Maybe he drugged them?” Arnie suggested. “I don’t know,” Carly replied, “He’s not bad looking. In fact he’s kind of handsome, I mean for a murdering psychopath.” “I try never to consider whether another male is physically attractive,” Steve added, “So I’ll stay out of this one.” “Maybe he has a great personality?” Arnie suggested. “Maybe he’s just got a huge dick?” Tom added before being punched in the arm by Carly. “Pig!” she said, “You think that’s all women go for?” “I’m not saying that,” Tom protested, “I’m just trying to figure out why these stunningly attractive women are going and letting themselves be ravished by a guy who’s no superhunk.” “Maybe he’s got that kind of animal magnetism?” Arnie chimed in, “He’s a good looking guy, I can see why women would go for him.” “Why are we even discussing this?” Steve asked. “I want to know,” Tom answered. “Why you want his pick up tips?” Steve asked. “Bite me,” was Tom’s simple reply. “Where are Pete and Chris?” Carly asked, “They’re supposed to be interrogating this guy.” “I think they’re getting themselves worked up,” Steve replied. ----------------- In fact that was exactly what Pete and Chris were doing. The detectives stood in front of the mirrors in the men’s room getting prepped for the interrogation. “Breathe in,” Chris said before he and his brother took a sharp intake of breath. “Breathe out,” he then said as they exhaled. “Breathe in, breathe out....Breathe in, breathe out...” “Why are we so nervous?” Pete asked, “We’ve done so many interrogations of suspects that I’ve lost count. This guy shouldn’t be any different yet I’m a nervous wreck.” “Well that’s because this is the case of our career, we should be nervous,” Chris replied before continuing the breathing exercises, “Now breathe in, breathe out...Breathe in, breathe out.” The brothers completed those steps a few more times before they deemed themselves ready. “All right!” Chris declared, “Who are the toughest sons of bitches on the force?” “The Foster brothers,” Pete replied. “Who is go in there and not leave until we have a signed confession?” Chris asked. “The Foster brothers,” Pete said with more feeling. “Who is going to go in there and have this asshole begging for mercy in minutes?” Chris shouted. “The Foster Brothers!” “Who are the baddest white boys on the planet?” “THE FOSTER BROTHERS!” “THEN LET’S GO!!!!!” Chris shouted and the then proceeded to bump chests three times with his brother as they shouted in triumph. “That hurts...” Pete said after they finished. “Yeah,” Chris agreed, “We’d better just get going.” So with that, the Foster brothers flung open the door to the Men’s Room and stormed out toward the interrogation room where Daniel sat. They wore their game faces of steely frowns and as they marched toward in grim determination one could almost hear the Rocky theme in the background. They reached the door to the room and they paused for a moment outside it. “It’s go time...” Pete declared and they proceeded to enter. ------------ Daniel perked up as the Foster brothers entered. “Ahhh Detectives,” he said, “Come to let me go?” “Save it,” Pete declared, “We’ve got you cold on these murders, so don’t try and bullshit your way out, because you can’t.” “However,” Chris added, “Because we’re nice guys we figured that maybe you’d like a chance to tell us right now about why you did it, because a confession would save the District the cost of a lengthy trial that you’d be sure to lose. Maybe if you’re a good boy and confess we won’t put you in a cell with the rapists, sodomites, and child molesters tonight.” “That a good offer,” Pete added, “Because you’re big news right now my friend and I bet that those guys down in the jail would love to get your hands on your pretty little ass. But maybe it won’t be so bad down there, maybe you’ll find a big guy named Roscoe, or something, who’ll protect you from you those big, bad rapists in exchange for being his bitch and giving him a good morning blow job every day.” “So, we’ve got all day and all night to listen to you,” Chris said as he sat down and leaned back in his chair, “Tell us your story Daniel Rooker.” “I doubt either of you know how much danger you’re in right now,” Daniel calmly replied as he flicked a piece of lint off his arm. “Why don’t you educate us then,” Chris suggested. “I am more powerful than anything you have ever seen in your lives,” Daniel said as he stared directly at the Chris and Pete, “You think you’ve seen horror? You think you’ve seen evil? You think you’ve experienced fear? Well that’s nothing compared to me.” “You know something, Chris?” Pete asked. “What Pete?” “This guy is a real character,” Pete said, “Remember that’s what Grandpa used to say about people who were just plain nuts, ‘He’s a character.’ And that’s what you are Daniel, you are a real character. Why don’t you tell us about the murders.” “I didn’t murder anyone,” Daniel contended, “I brought them to a better life.” “Is that why you stole the bodies, Daniel?” Chris asked, “To bring them to this better life?” “I didn’t steal any bodies either,” Daniel responded, “I merely reunited them with the Master they lovingly serve.” “And who might that be?” Pete asked. “Me,” Daniel simply declared. “And how does that work?” Pete inquired. “I wouldn’t think a man of your limited intelligence and vision would know what I’m talking about,” Daniel stated, “I am their Master, because I freed them from the shackles of their humanity and opened them up to the pleasures that only I can provide them. They love me and serve me as I command, because I created them.” After a few seconds of silence, Chris loudly slammed his hand against the table. “Oh yeah!” he shouted, “How could we have forgotten Pete? This guy thinks he’s a vampire going around and biting pretty girls on the neck! You know we got a pretty good look at your collection in your apartment, it’s good to see you’ve got a hobby going. Should I even be calling you Daniel, or is Dracula more appropriate?” “Do not mock me,” Daniel stated firmly. “Or what are you going to do,” Chris asked, “Bite me in the neck?” “This is what you do isn’t it Detective,” Daniel inquired, “Every time you feel frightened or threatened you make some lame little joke to cover yourself?” “You don’t frighten me,” Chris said his demeanor turning serious as he leaned toward Daniel. “I should...” Daniel whispered. “So what’s the deal here Daniel?” Pete asked as he sought to revert the power back to his side, “You kill these girls so you can free them? I still don’t get how?” “Of course you don’t,” Daniel said in an exasperated tone, “I haven’t spelled it out for you in big capital letters. I am a vampire, not some pretend one, but a real bloodsucking vampire. I have powers that you can only dream of.” “It’s the middle of the day you know,” Chris pointed out, “How come you haven’t melted or anything?” “Just because the movies tell you something happens, doesn’t mean its part of the way things really are,” Daniel responded. “What the hell does that mean?” Chris asked. “It means that I am not a slave vampire, I am a master vampire and as such I have the power to withstand the sun,” Daniel answered. “Well I am just impressed beyond belief at the scope of your power,” Pete said as he placed a pen and paper on the table, “Now why don’t you be a good master vampire and write out how you killed those girls.” “I told you I didn’t kill them,” Daniel contended, “I freed them!” “Listen to me you son of a bitch,” Pete shot back, “I’ve had enough of your chicken shit vampire games! You are nothing but a sick psycho who kills women for sexual pleasure! Now I want you to write how you dragged those women off, raped them, and killed them.” Daniel laughed in response, “I didn’t rape anyone, those girls gave themselves over to me. I showed them what real pleasure and peace was and they loved every second of it. I have powers to make any woman desire me and beg to fuck them until they scream in pleasure and beg me once again. But this time they beg me to make them like me, so they can experience the pleasure I have given them all the time. I am a God to them! Don’t you ever forget that!” --------------- Meanwhile the other Detectives continued to wordlessly watch from the other side of the mirror, a small crowd of others had also begun to form and soon Lieutenant Smith joined them. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner,” he said, “How’s it going?” “Either really well or really badly,” Steve answered. “What does that mean?” Lieutenant Smith asked. “It means I’m not sure,” Steve replied, “We’ve got all the evidence and he doesn’t even say he didn’t do it. They’ve got him in a corner in there and there’s no chance for him to escape.” “Then what’s the bad part?” a confused Lieutenant Smith then asked. “He claims he’s a real honest to God vampire,” Carly said as she shook her head in disbelief, “He says he hasn’t killed anyone, he says he freed them.” “What!” Lieutenant Smith exclaimed, “Is this guy totally nuts?” “He seems to think he’s quite sane,” Tom observed. “All right,” Smith declared, “We’d better get a shrink from upstairs to take a look at the interrogation. We’ll get to the bottom of this.” ---------------- “So explain these powers you have,” Chris said. “Very simple really,” Daniel said as he leaned back and put his feet on top of the table, “I can look into any woman and see deep inside to the part that they try to hide. The part where they secretly want a man to grab them from behind, drag them into an alleyway and fuck their brains out. The part deep down where they want to surrender all control and be ravished. I make their darkest fantasies come true.” “Is that what you did with Mary Lassiter?” Pete asked, his rage barely kept under control, “Did you drag that defenseless Catholic school teacher into an alley and make her fantasies come true?” “Ahhh Mary,” Daniel said as he smiled deeply, “She was so much fun. She even ended putting up a real fight and all. But she gave in, they all do in the end. I loved fucking her and she was begging for it by the time I was through with her. All those years of Catholic School repression went right out the window the minute she got a taste of my cock in her mouth.” “Get your fucking feet off my table,” Pete spat out. Daniel complied, but smirked as he did. “Where were your powers that night in New York, Danny Boy?” Chris asked, “We know about your little sexual assault arrest, how come you didn’t use your powers back then to have that woman begging for it?” “Well obviously I didn’t have my powers back then,” Daniel sighed, “I am a recent convert to vampirism and I have to tell you I’m having the time of my life.” “We’ll take your word for it,” Chris replied. “There is no one I can’t reach Detective,” Daniel said, “Why even here in your cozy little station I’ve got one of my girls.” “What the hell are you talking about?” Chris asked. “Why I’m referring to your little phone girl, Stacy,” Daniel said, “I don’t mean to brag about my accomplishments, but I had a little threesome with Stacy and that pretty roommate of hers last night. I had Stacy’s face buried in her roomate’s pussy like she’d been doing it all her life, I had her doing everything I desired. Unfortunately, I didn’t get a chance to finish with her, but soon I’ll complete the job.” -------------- At the mention of Stacy’s name, Tom tensed up and by the time Daniel was finished talking about her he had to be restrained from running into the interrogation room. “Let me go!” Tom shouted. “Calm down, Tom!” Lieutenant Smith ordered, “He’s just trying to get to Pete and Chris, he’s trying to push their buttons.” “Who does that son of a bitch think he is?” Tom asked. “Just calm down,” Smith said again, “He’s making this shit up as he goes along.” “How does he know Stacy’s name?” Steve then asked, but no one had an answer. ------------ “You’re full of shit, you know that?” Pete said to Daniel as the interrogation continued to go on. “Am I?” Daniel shot back. “There is no such thing as vampires,” Pete contended. “You’re just another run of the mill psycho. We’ve seen your type before, full of bluster and bravado, but by the end of that first night in jail your type is always crying like a baby.” “You know I’m not lying,” Daniel said as he turned toward Chris, “You know that I am a vampire and I am scaring the shit out of you.” “Why don’t you give that mouth a rest for just a second,” Chris suggested. “I can see it in your eyes,” Daniel continued, “You don’t want to believe it, but you do. I am a genuine vampire and I frighten and fascinate you all at once.” “Let’s get back to those murders,” Pete said. “No we’re going to talk about this,” Daniel replied, “You can see what powers I have and you want them too. I was once like you two, weak and powerless humans who let others decide their fate, but now I’m a God with the power to bend others to my will. Tell me you don’t dream of having that power.” “I’ve had just about enough of you,” Chris said as he got up and began pacing around the room. “Anything I desire I can have,” Daniel contended his voice rising with every word, “And there are never any consequences for me. Women who would previously have ignored me are now my willing slaves. I am the master of my destiny and I can live forever feasting off the blood of those too stupid to do what I did and seek out to change their lives! You two want what I have, you’re jealous of me! That’s what all this is about, I can do anything while you are all bound by the rules you force upon yourselves and you hate me for that!” “ENOUGH!!!!” Pete shouted as he slammed his fist down on the table, “If you’re so god damned powerful then how were we able to catch you?” “Know this,” Daniel spat at the Detectives, “The only reason I am here right now is because I allowed you to catch me. Don’t congratulate yourselves for work you aren’t responsible for.” “Fuck you,” Chris shot back. “You think I don’t know all about you two? You think I don’t know what thoughts are running through your heads” Daniel shouted, “I know you Chris Foster and you Pete Foster and I know the rest of your cohorts behind that mirror! Carly Sanchez, Steve Huston, Tom Avery, Arnold Nash, your minds are all like open books to me and I can see inside to your darkest fears and forbidden fantasies! I know your family Pete, your wife, your children! You know I think after this is all over I’ll go see Lynn, that lovely teenage daughter of yours! And after I’m through with her I’ll take little 6 year old Susan, I wouldn’t want to play with her yet, but I could use her as a daily snack until she’s ripe enough for me!” His face crimson with rage Pete then charged out of his seat and slammed Daniel against the wall. His hands closed tightly around the vampire’s neck before he has pulled off by Chris as Lieutenant Smith rushed into the room to break it up. “YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!!” Pete screamed. “CALM DOWN!!!!” Chris yelled at his brother as he and the Lieutenant dragged him out the room. “Hey Chris!” Daniel shouted as the detectives left, “I know little Amy is in town so I’ll have to go see her first.” “Shut the fuck up!” Chris commanded Daniel as he slammed the door behind him. “GOD DAMN IT!!!!” Pete shouted as he punched the wall in an effort to cool down, “I let him get to me!!!!” “He got to all of us,” Lieutenant Smith as he reached for a folder and handed it to Pete, “But we’ve got him. The preliminary lab work says that Daniel’s blood matches what we got from the victims. There’s no way he can get away with it now!” Pete flipped through the contents of the report and smiled. “We do have him,” he said. “Think we can get an arraignment tonight?” Chris asked, “I just want to get this guy out of here.” “I’ll call the D.A.’s office,” Lieutenant Smith offered, “I’ll get him squeezed in tonight. In the meantime let’s take Mr. Rooker stew in there for a little bit more before we take him back to his lovely cage here.” ------------- Alone inside the interrogation room, Daniel smiled and leaned back. Soon the sun would be setting and then those who thought they had caught him would learn that he was not one to be trifled with.