"Bloodlust 11" (vamp, mc) [11/13] Our story thus far: Daniel has been arrested, though he more or less let the police catch him, and after an intense interrogation he is set to be arraigned for the murders of Lysette, Michelle, and Mary. But Daniel has a trick up his sleeve that he is just about ready to reveal. Meamehile the police continue to ignore the warnings of former vampire hunter Gordon. As usual, I love comments. Love them like the love of a man for a woman or like the love of a man for a good Cuban cigar. So by now you know to send them to me at KMB_76@yahoo.com if you have any comments at all about how the story is going. No sex here again but as the title of the chapter states, things are about to get a little bloody so there will be some intense violence in this chapter. Actually let me clarify, when I say intense I do not mean anything like torture or rape, more like horror film type head crushing, brain spilling violence. It’s very big and very unrealistic, just like life itself. Now you’ve been warned, enjoy the chapter, only two more after this: CHAPTER 11: THINGS GET A LITTLE BLOODY After some time had passed, Daniel was led back to his cell. “Don’t get too comfy,” Carly said as the front of the cell was closed, “You’ve got a 7:00 arraignment tonight.” “Well, that’s just perfect timing for me,” Daniel said as he grinned. “You’re not going to be smiling much longer,” Carly replied, “Your ass belongs to us now. You’re never going to be a free man again.” “On the contrary Detective,” Daniel stated, “I think things are still going my way. At the end of the night, we’ll see who’s smiling.” A disgusted Carly then stalked away and Daniel turned his attention to his neighbor a few cells down. “They got you locked up in here too old man?” he asked, “Guess they didn’t believe your story.” “You won’t live to see tomorrow night,” Gordon sharply replied. “You can’t stop me old man,” Daniel said, “Anyone who opposes me will end up drowning in their own blood. You think these policemen can hold me?” “No,” was Gordon’s terse answer, “But I do know how to stop you and I will. Your kind will never rule again.” “I’m sorry old man, I don’t keep up much on my history books, so your lessons make no difference to me,” Daniel said, “I think I’m going to get some rest now, I have a big night ahead of me and I’m going to need my strength. But here’s a word of advice, things are going to get ugly in a few hours and it would be best for you to just sit back and drink your Metamucil when it happens. If you get involved, this time I’ll make damn sure you die!” -------------------- Meanwhile feelings of euphoria filled the members of the Washington D.C. Police Department. The murderer was caught and now everyone could go back to their lives, or whatever they had that resembled a life. Even though they hadn’t been able to get a confession from Daniel, Assistant District Attorney Beth Foster assured her brothers that they physical evidence was more than enough to put Daniel Rooker away for the rest of his life. “I wish we’d been able to recover those bodies though,” Beth said, “That would have been the final nail in the coffin.” “This guy’s got to have some place where he’s been staying,” Pete speculated, “That apartment hadn’t been occupied for a while. Wherever he’s been living, that’s where the bodies are. They’ll turn up before he goes to trial, I’m sure of that.” “You’re going to have fun with this guy Sis,” Chris added, “I bet he’s going to be a hoot if he ends up testifying.” “I just hope he doesn’t end up claiming insanity,” Beth sighed, “I want this guy in jail, not in a hospital.” “The Department Shrink says this guy’s got one of those narcissistic personalities,” Pete reported, “She says it would kill this guy to admit he’s insane.” “Either way looks like we may have this month’s version of the Trial of the Century right here,” Chris observed. “Hey! What’s everyone sitting around for,” Steve said, “This is a celebration! Pepsi for everyone!” Soon everyone in the squad room had their Styrofoam cup of Pepsi and were ready for a victory toast. “Wait! Wait! Wait!” Lieutenant Smith said, “Before we do this, I see Pete’s out there dying to say a few words, so let’s get him up here and give him a chance to steal the credit away from the people who did the real work here!” Laughter cascaded as Pete stood up. “Well I don’t have to steal credit from anyone because I actually am the only one who did any real work here,” Pete began, “Seriously each and every one of you gave us your blood, sweat, and in Arnie’s case a lot of tears to this case and Chris and I want to thank you. Tons of hard work went into this thing, but if we’re going to toast, we should toast the one factor that always seems to get us through the tough ones. So everyone raise your cups and let’s give a big shout out...to luck.” “TO LUCK!” everyone then shouted. “Now we can all get back to normal,” Pete declared as he sat down. “When’s the big press conference Sis,” Chris asked Beth. “It will be at 5:30, just in time for the evening news,” Beth answered, “I’m guessing it might be a bit of a zoo.” “Well at least it will all be over soon,” Pete said as he slumped down in his chair, “It’s a good thing too, I need the rest.” “I agree,” Chris stated, “You should just veg out in front of the TV tonight. Hey I think there’s a good vampire film on Channel 8.” “You know, you think you’re funny Chris but you’re not,” Pete sighed as he saw Beth giggle, “Don’t encourage him, Beth, you’ll only make him worse.” Pete then examined his wristwatch only to find that it had stopped cold. “Damn it, I think I busted my watch when I threw that bastard against the wall,” Pete declared, “What time is it?” “Whoa it’s a little after five already,” Chris said after he had checked his watch, “Time sure does fly when you’re having fun.” “Oh yeah,” Pete agreed, “This job’s been a barrel of laughs lately.” ------------- Soon the press conference was in full swing in the lobby of the building, and that meant that most of the personnel from the homicide squad were downstairs getting ego boosts from the Mayor and having questions thrown at them by a sea of press. However, Stacy stayed upstairs. She’d been sick all day and she just wanted to go home. Her head had been aching, she’d been tired, and she’d been hungry all that day. Ravenous was more like it, but the worst part was she’d tried to eat but she hadn’t been able to keep any food down. Tom had kept pestering her all day to see if she was all right and finally she just had to tell him to go away. She was sick of people asking her how she was, that’s all they’d done since her attack. She just wanted them to leave her alone so she could go home and crawl into bed for the rest of the century. She’d tried on multiple times that day to just get up and go, but every time she tried she felt her strength sapped away causing her to sit back down, it was almost as if some kind of force was keeping her there. Her strength at a low again, Stacy decided that she couldn’t fight her body so she’d have to get some sleep right here at her desk. She didn’t consider for a second how this would look, but even if she had she probably wouldn’t have cared. Stacy rested her head down on her folded arms, but as she tried to doze off she began to hear a voice calling to her. Stacy snapped her head up, but she saw that no one was calling her. Cursing her overactive imagination, Stacy tried once again to sleep but when she did she heard the voice calling her again. This time it was louder and clearer, but again when she looked around she still couldn’t see who it belonged to. But just as she was about to try and sleep one more time, Stacy heard the voice again and this time she recognized it, it belonged to her Master! Everything that had happened the night before came rushing back to Stacy: Daniel biting her, Daniel letting her taste his blood, how she and Emily had made love, how Daniel had made love to her. All the pleasure she had felt before came back in an explosion of sensations that hit her body. Stacy closed her eyes and silently came as these feelings soared throughout her. When the convulsions finished, Stacy reopened her eyes and anyone who’d been looking at her would have been shocked at the change. Gone were the bright green eyes of the sunny woman that people loved being around, and in their place were the cold, evil orbs of a predator. Stacy got up from her seat and moved toward the cells, her Master was imprisoned and she was the only one who could save him. Daniel’s voice continued to run through her head and urge her on. Stacy stopped over to Carly’s desk, where she knew the detective always hid an emergency key for the jail cells. Breaking the lock on the drawer, the entranced woman retrieved the key and continued toward Daniel’s cell. Stacy knew that if she was able to help her Master then he would kiss her again and she would be able to be like him and bask in his love forever. When she got to the cells, he was there waiting for her and Stacy rushed to him. “Master,” she sighed, “What have they done to you?” “Nothing you can’t fix,” Daniel hissed, “The sun is setting Stacy, let me free so I can take you in my arms again and bring you over.” Giddy with anticipation, Stacy fumbled with the key briefly before successfully using it to open the cell. Daniel stepped out and took Stacy into his arms. “Good girl,” he said before kissing her passionately. “You see old man,” Daniel shouted, “There is no one that can hold me.” “Oh my God!” Gordon exclaimed. “Detectives!!!! Detectives!!!! He’s escaping!!!! Stop him!!!!” But no one was there to here Gordon’s warnings. “They’re all gone old man,” Daniel said as his fangs extended. It was time to finally finish what he had started. Stacy writhed in his arms as she tilted her neck to give Daniel the access he needed. After a grin, Daniel buried his fangs in Stacy’s jugular and drank heartily, his strength returning with every drop he swallowed. -------------- As the press conference dragged on, Pete shifted uncomfortably. “What’s wrong Pete?” Chris asked. “I don’t know,” Pete answered, “I mean we’re all down here, so who’s minding the store?” “Stacy’s up there,” Chris answered. “Only Stacy?” Pete asked, his concern growing. “She can handle things for a few minutes,” Chris contended, “And if anything happens, she knows where we are. Now come on, bask in the glory with me, this is a once in a lifetime thing we’re in here. When are we going to get praised like this again?” “I suppose you’re right,” Pete conceded, “But that reminds me, we should get the star of the show ready for his arraignment.” “Yeah I guess so,” Chris sighed, “But send some officers for him. We’ll be done here in a minute.” “Okay,” Pete said and he motioned for Officers Julie Muldowski and Chuck Bauer to come over. “I want you two to go get Rooker for his trip to the courthouse,” Pete instructed the officers. “Bring him down the backway, I want to do this while the press is occupied over here. We’ll join you in a couple of minutes.” The two officers nodded their understanding and began to walk up away, until Pete stopped them. “Be careful,” he warned, “This guy’s a real psycho.” -------------- The two officers then began walking up the stairs toward the jail cells. “Can’t wait to tell my kids tonight that I got to see the famous murderer in the flesh,” Chuck stated. “You tell your kids about the stuff you see,” Julie said as she shook her head in disbelief, “Oh man, when I have kids I’m going to lie about my job. You’ll give them nightmares if you tell them about this guy.” “Naw they love this stuff,” Chuck contended, “They tell all the other kids at school the next day, they’re real popular as a result.” “I hate to think of the bills you’re going to have to pay for shrinks some day, Chuck,” Julie said as they reached to squadroom. Before Chuck could respond they heard Gordon’s cried for help and the officers paused. “Should we get help?” Julie asked. “It’s probably nothing,” Chuck said with confidence, “One of the prisoners just wants some attention.” “But better safe than sorry,” Chuck added before he unholstered his gun. He and Julie walked slowly toward the cells. When they finally got there though, what they saw made the officers white with fear. Stacy was standing up, against the cell door and swaying slightly. Blood streamed down from her neck wound and also slowly trickled from her lips as a result of her tasting Daniel’s blood once again. Her face was contorted in pleasure as her mortal life was ending. Sensing danger for the terrified officers, Gordon changed his pleas. “GET OUT OF HERE!!!” Gordon screamed, “RUN!!!” But Chuck and Julie were too frightened to move and Daniel smiled evilly at them. “Hello officers,” he said right before he pounced on them. ---------------- Meanwhile the press conference was just ending as the Mayor had answered what was hopefully the last in a seemingly endless series of questions and was finishing up his official statement. “...Once again,” Mayor Barry said, “This man could not have been caught without the hard work and dedication of our Homicide Division. They worked around the clock for two days straight and as a result tonight the streets of Washington D.C. are safe again.” “Yeah unless you happen to run into one of our fine local drug dealers,” Steve whispered to Carly. “Now I would like to introduce the men in charge of the investigation so they can answer your questions, Detectives Peter and Christopher Foster,” Mayor Barry said as Pete and Chris approached the microphone. But before either could speak a blood curdling scream from upstairs shot through the room. The scream was then followed by a sickening series of squishy thuds as something was rolled down the stairs. “Everyone stay calm!” Tom ordered as he went over to see what it was. “JESUS CHRIST!!!!” Tom then screamed when he saw that the object was in fact the severed head of Officer Chuck Bauer. Throngs of the media began screaming and running out of the building, while others stood and snapped pictures of the head. Immediately grasping that something had gone terribly wrong, the Detectives ran up the stairs, guns drawn. When they got there they saw Chuck’s headless corpse laying in the middle of the squad room as Daniel held a claw up to Julie’s throat. “Move one step closer and she dies,” Daniel hissed as Julie struggled in a futile effort at escape. “You lay one hand on her and you die,” Chris shot back as every police officer present pointed their gun at Daniel, “I think you’re a little outnumbered, Daniel.” --------------- Downstairs there was still a frenzy going on and Sergeant Drew Sullivan was attempting to recreate some order. He was the commander for all the officers stationed in the building and he and the officers tried to get the media members out without anyone being trampled. Unfortunately he was so caught up in restoring order that he did not see the six figures that seemingly approached out of nowhere come up behind him. When he did turn around he saw the dead, burning crimson eyes of Lysette, Michelle, Mary, Emily, Sandra, and Sarah. Drew immediately recognized Sandra and Sarah since they were celebrities that had recently been presumed dead. “What the hell?” Drew asked a look of astonishment covering his face. “You will take us to Daniel,” Sarah commanded in a low voice. “You can’t just walk in here and...” Drew began, but he was never to finish his statement as Sarah slashed across the Sergeant’s stomach with her claw. Drew collapsed to the floor a bloody mess and he was dead before his head hit the linoleum. “You’re learning so well,” Sandra said to her young vampire sister as Sarah licked Drew’s blood of her claw, which then morphed back into a human hand. “SARGE!!!!” Officer Greg Prescott screamed when he saw Drew collapse. “Protect the Mayor!” Commissioner Doyle commanded as officers quickly rushed Mayor Barry to safety. “What the hell is going on here?” Captain Carter exclaimed as officers charged at the vampires only to have many of them meet the same fate as Drew. -------------- Meanwhile the standoff continued upstairs as Daniel held Julie tightly to him. “Help me,” the young officer cried. “Let her go Daniel!” Pete commanded as noise from the commotion downstairs reached the ears of the Detectives, “You’ve got no way out of here! You take one more step and your head is going to be blown off!” “So sweet,” Daniel sighed as he caressed Julie’s face, apparently paying Pete’s warning no heed, “You’re so beautiful. I’d love to make you mine, but unfortunately there’s no time now.” So as Julie screamed in terror Daniel quickly slashed her throat with his claw, Julie’s corpse dropped to the floor, the officer’s face frozen in an expression of pure terror. “NO!” Chris screamed before all the police opened fire on Daniel. However the vampire moved with the speed of a cat and dove behind Steve’s desk. Bullets continued to fly as holes were ripped through the desk. “Cease fire!” Lieutenant Smith commanded and for the moment an eerie stillness hung over the squadroom. All movement had stopped as papers and debris that had been shot off the desk floated back to the ground. Detective Michael Steinberg slowly moved forward to investigate. “There’s no movement back there,” Michael said as he crept closer, the others warily followed him with everyone still on full alert. But before anyone got any closer Daniel leapt up on top of the desk in full vampire form. “Oh my God!” Steve gasped at the sight of Daniel’s bestial face. “It is true!” Chris exclaimed. Michael tried to flee the vicinity of the desk, but Daniel caught him easily and turned toward Chris and Pete. “I told you two I wasn’t lying,” Daniel said as he snapped Michael’s neck, killing the Detective instantly. “DIE YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!” Pete screamed before unloaded a full clip of bullets into Daniel. Each bullet hit its mark and ripped through Daniel, but they had no effect and the vampire just stood there grinning. A look of pure shock covered Pete’s face as his brain processed what had just happened and Daniel took the opportunity to leap off the desk, pick up Pete and hurl him across the room. “PETE!!!” Chris screamed as he ran to attend to his fallen brother. As he did, the female vampires, having broken away from their pursuers, arrived upstairs to take their Master to safety. Immediately sensing an opportunity to feed, Mary grasped Detective Tim Crawford and buried her fangs in his neck, drinking heartily. Mary’s sisters quickly followed suit, each grabbing whomever had the unfortunate luck to be near them at the moment. Any officer or detective who dared take on a vampire was quickly and bloodily dispatched. Seeing this caused the others to go for cover. “Where’s Stacy?” Tom shouted, taking refuge on the ground behind his desk. “I have no idea!” Carly replied as she tried to find a way out. “I’m right here Tom,” a soft, tempting voice said from behind. Tom whirled around and saw Stacy or, to be exact, what Stacy had become. Stacy’s eyes were deadly cold, but a burning hunger was also visible in them. Her fangs were extended and the light seemed to gleam off their pure ivory color. “Oh no,” Tom said as if he tried to disbelieve what he was seeing. “Oh yes...” Stacy hissed. “Goodbye Tom,” she then added before ramming the Detective’s head hard against the cold metal that made up his desk. As Tom slumped to the ground, Emily came up to Stacy. “Sister...” Emily hissed before joining Stacy in a passionate kiss. The two vampires then broke off the kiss and, with a hungry look in their eyes, they began to slowly move toward Carly. ----------- Pete remained unconscious as the horror raged. The police had all but given up trying to stop the vampires and were now just trying to stay alive. Chris continued to try and revive his brother, when a thought occurred to him. Of course, he was so stupid, Gordon would know how to help them! He had to let him out! Looking around, Chris saw Arnie pinned in the corner and, after making sure that Pete was safe for the moment, went to pull the Detective out. “We’ve got to let Sumner out!” Chris said. “He’ll know what to do!” “Anything's got to be better than just sitting here and waiting to die!” Arnie agreed. “Get to evidence somehow!” Chris ordered, “He’ll need all that stuff of his!” Arnie nodded in compliance as Chris ran in a mad dash toward the cells. When he got there he heard Gordon screaming and hollering to get out. Chris pulled out the key and opened the cell. “Do something!” the Detective urged. “Where’s my bag?” Gordon asked. “We’re getting it!” Chris replied. The two then ran back to the squad room where things had not gotten much better. Police were desperately trying to fend off their vampiric attackers as the strewn corpses of their colleagues. Chris noticed through it all that Carly was trying desperately to escape Stacy and Emily. “What the hell!” Chris exclaimed, “Stacy?” “She’s one of them!” Gordon shouted. All of a sudden, Arnie burst back into the squadroom with Gordon’s bag, but there was too much going on in between the two detectives for Arnie to safely get the bag to Chris and Gordon. “Oh shit, we’re fucked,” Arnie spat out. “What now?’ Steve asked as he managed to get to Arnie. “I’ve got to get this bag to Chris and he’s at the other end!” Arnie explained. “Let me,” Steve said as he grabbed the bag and proceeded to hurl it across the room and into Chris’ waiting and very surprised arms. “I was a quarterback in high school,” Steve said with a smile before he and Arnie both ducked back down. Gordon quickly reclaimed his bag and headed for Daniel. “No!” Chris shouted as he pulled Gordon toward Carly, who was rapidly running out of room to avoid the very hungry pair of Emily and Stacy. “Help her first!” So, right before the vampires could get to Carly, a splash of water landed in front of them . Emily and Stacy hissed loudly as they backed away from the growing pool of holy water. Gordon then pounced in front of them with a cross in hand, causing the vampires to run away in search of their Master. He took off after them, hoping to get another shot at Daniel. “Carly! Are you all right?” Chris asked as he helped her up. “Oh I’m just peachy,” Carly answered, “Where is everyone?” “Scattered, dead, dismembered,” Chris angrily replied, “I don’t even know any more.” Meanwhile the remaining police that had been downstairs were finally able to make their way up to the squad room where the vampires eagerly returned their attention to them. The officers with him were soon scattered, but Captain William Carter stood his ground and began firing his gun into the pack of vampires. He managed to get several shots off, and Carter stared in amazement as a bullet passed right through Lysette’s heart only to have no effect whatsoever. The Captain was able to let out one loud scream before Lysette fell upon him. ----------- Pete was just returning to consciousness as this was going on. His eyes were blurry but as he remembered what was going on he snapped up and sought to find his brother. There had to be a way out of here! He had to get to Chris! ----------- Meanwhile, Carly and Chris had managed to make it over to the other end of the room and reunite with Arnie and Steve. “Where’s Tom?” Arnie asked, fear apparent in his voice. Carly shook her head sadly, “Stacy got him,” she sighed right before she got the surprise of her life. “Nobody gets me,” a groggy Tom moaned as he managed to get to his fellow detectives. His head was bleeding heavily and it was obvious the blow had weakened him. “Get down! Get down!” Arnie said to his partner. “Where’s Pete?” Steve asked, “And the Lieutenant?” “I don’t know where Smith is,” Chris answered, “I left Pete on the other side, he’s out cold. I think he’s safe!” “Not that safe,” Carly said as she saw Pete attempting to get to the other side of the room by fighting though the vampires. “What the fuck is he doing?” Steve asked in shock. “He’s going to get himself killed!” Chris shouted as he got up and ran to aid his brother. He then paused in horror when saw Michelle pull Pete down and dive for his jugular. “NO!!!” Chris screamed as he tore off the leg of a wooden chair laying on the ground. With more speed then he thought was possible, Chris ran toward his brother and pulled Michelle off him. Michelle, enraged that she had been interrupted before she could even break the skin, then lunged at Chris. But before she could get on top of him, Chris rammed the chair leg right into the vampire’s heart. Michelle screamed out in a piercingly agonizing scream of pain as blood began to gush out of her wound and spray all over Chris and Pete. The vampire attempted to pull the leg out, but she didn’t have the strength. Michelle collapsed to the ground as her body was hit with a series of violent convulsions, soon she died again, this time forever. When Daniel realized what had happened to his lover, he let out a primal scream of his own. He and his other vampires ceased every other attack and bore down on Chris and Pete. “We’re fucked!” Pete thought aloud, but seemingly right before the attack began, Daniel and his followers froze. Chris and Pete looked up and saw Gordon on top of a desk, reading from a Bible and shouting in Latin. He then splashed holy water all around him. “I bless this building!” Gordon commanded, “You are forbidden to enter holy ground!” Gordon then splashed holy water on Daniel’s face, causing the flesh to melt. Daniel screamed in pain as he collapsed to the ground. “MASTER!” the vampiresses shouted and they sought to help him escape. Gordon withdrew a long dagger from his bag and ran toward Daniel. But before Gordon could arrive, Daniel gathered up all his strength and managed to get up. Gordon was then brought down by a blow from Sandra. The vampire hunter crumpled to the ground and could only watch as Daniel made his escape/ “THIS IS NOT OVER!!!!!” Daniel screamed before he and his followers blew past everyone to make their escape. A few seconds ticked by before the survivors finally realized it was over. “We’re alive, we’re alive, we’re alive...” Chris repeated as he hugged Pete. “Just barely...” Pete added. ------------- Calm was restored as soon as possible, but the survivors still walked around in a daze. Everyone was in shock over what had happened in the space of a few minutes. Commissioner Brandon Doyle watched in horror as a sheet was placed over the corpse of Captain William Carter. By the time a count was finished, there would be 20 dead, including five Detectives and two members of the media. “What do we do now?” Pete demanded of Gordon. “He’s wounded,” Gordon sighed, “But he’ll emerge again tonight. We must be ready, he’ll need to feed again soon to restore his strength. If either of you have family, I’d suggest getting them in a safe place. He’ll want revenge. “Oh my God!” Chris shouted as a sudden realization hit him, “Amy!” Chris then ran out of the squad room and to his car as fast as he could. “Where’s he going?’ Gordon asked. “I know where he’s going,” Pete replied, panic in his voice, as he pulled Gordon toward the exit. “And we’re going too!” ------------- Amy Foster sat alone in the apartment, worried. She hadn’t heard from her Father all day and as the minutes ticked away on the clock, her fears grew. She’d tried calling the police station but no one had picked up. Seeking to calm herself, the teenager got a glass of water and flipped on the television where she was treated to a preliminary news report about the horror at the station. Amy dropped her glass in fear, but an even greater problem presented itself when the door to the apartment was blown off its hinges. Amy rushed to see the cause and was greeted by Daniel stepping into the apartment. “Pretty little Amy Foster,” he said as his fangs grew. Amy screamed as Daniel moved toward her, licking his lips as he did.