"You've got tobe kidding me..." Loraine stood above the body of a drained teenager.
That wasn't the worst part.
"MY FUCKING DAUGHTER IS DEAD AND YOU'RE TELLING ME TO STAY CALM!? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU DO IN THIS DAMN CITY?? FUCK AROUND WHILE MY CHILD, MY DAUGHTER DIES??" Loraine looked at the prosecutor, and angry cold hearted man and now he knew what it was like to loose.
Loraine thought she should be laughing, if it wasn't for the fact that she knew what did it.
A sickening feeling entered her, starting at the pit of her stomach and working it's way up. She didn't understand it, why did she have to deal with this?? Why couldn't they give these damn cases to someone else.
"Thats twelve Loraine. Twelve in under six months. Twelve we know about. Fix this, or your off the case and out of my precinct.
That wasn't the worst part.
Loraine walked slowly down the street, back and forth over the crime scene. How long would she have to linger, pretending to look for information, pretending to not understand, not know.
"...fuck..." Kicking the wall, her foot ached, but the dent in the brick looked strange to her.
"Something wrong detective?" Loraine spun around to feel something grab her by the shoulders and knock her to the ground, her face planted hard into the cement as someone, something pinned her.
"She tasted sweet, then again I'm sure you did too when your master took you. Tell me, why do you still help our meals walk around. Why do you still pretend to protect them?" Loraine stared at the pavement until she was flipped to face a man that looked much like a junki to her but there was no heartbeat and the blood dripping from his lips was unmistakably fresh.
Loraine was furious, yet she couldn't be strong enough to fight a vampire... could she?
"Son of a bitch."
Pushing with all her strength she lifted the vampire off her and slammed him hard into the wall once she found her footing. His nails slashed across Loraine's face, blood dripping from wounds that faded a moment later. But when she blinked, distracted by the pain his knee came up into Loraine's side, doubling over as his hard fist slammed hard into her nose.
Skidding back a few steps she caught her balence and in one smooth fluid movement propelled herself towards him again. Spinnning Loraine around the vampire caught her between himself and the wall, his hands at her throat, contricting the air from her lungs.
But Loraine didn't need air like she once had. Angry her arms came down hard, the vampire's bone snapping and shattering under the force. A wail entered the air as he staggered away from Loraine. Furious still she slammed her fist into his face but grabbed his collar, knee breaking his nose once, twice, three times before dropping him to the ground.
"Stupid bitch..." he cursed at her spitting blood at her feet while pulling a knife from his pocket. Loraine pulled her gun, let one shot off into is shoulder but the vampire dug the knife hard into her side, deep, twisting the blade. She groaned in pain but was still able to move.
Grabbing his hand holding the knife Loraine pulled it from her, her strength more then his but only by a bit. Yet the vampire wasn't injured centrally as Loraine was and with his free hand grabbed her wound and tugged on the flesh.
Loraine screamed but the sound was muffled by the city's sounds. Tossed into a pile of crates wood splintered in her arm, her side and leg. Cursing she wrenched in from her flesh, pain searing but rage filled her.
Loraine hated this creature. Hated what it was, what it had done. What it would do. All that rage and frustration, all that confusion swarmed in her head unifying into one clear final thought.
Kill the vampire.
Standing her eyes focussed as he ran at her again the knife in his hand. He motioned a down ward slash, missed. Upwards, sliced Loraine's chest and clothing but as his hand was high she grabbed the vampire's wrist.
"Fuck you." A slow drawn out whisper as she spun the vampire and shoved him down in the pile of jutting crates. Wood impaled him in three different spots, neck, chest and abdoman. A guttural sound left his lips but there was no motion, the body lying there limply.
Staggering back a few steps Loraine could feel her wounds closing, but not fast enough.
She needed to feed.
"...no...no more..." Loraine refused, her mind made up. Staggering down the road she clutched her clothing close to her trying to hide the blood from on lookers. Dawn was fast approaching and she needed somewhere to hide for the night.
Loraine's first thought was Magnus but the realization of what she'd done made her sick to her stomach. So, running as fast as she could in her state, Loraine reached the docking area, warehouses tall and dark.
Once inside a small office in one of the buildings blinds drawn and windows closed Loraine peeled off her jacket and shirt. Dark blood stained her, the wounds taking time to heal but the fresh air on made them feel better.
Finding a seat she lay back closing her eyes.
Just one night... if I can handle just one night... Her hunger swelled, brimming in her mind as she remembered her kills with a sickening distaste and rage with herself.
Just... one night....