that was now gone.
CHAPTER 4
My eyes felt like they had crushed glass in them but I wasn't going to bed any time soon. These assholes had made me repeat the same answers to the same shit about two hundred times. I was getting pissed. Poor Michelle was curled up, sleeping on the couch, a rape kit finished and being processed.
“Okay, Miss Collins, I want to ask you one more time,” the detective ran slim hands through his hair, making it whack out in all different directions. Its honey-colored goodness would have been fun to look at had I not been at the Anchorage Police Station at going on four-oh-hell in the morning.
“You claim your friend,” and he threw a look at Michelle, who was a small mound under the gunmetal gray blanket they'd thrown over her on the lumpy precinct couch, “was attacked.” He looked down at his notepad, scrolling down with his finger until he found the detail he was looking for, “...by two men, claiming to be vampires. That, inadvertently,” he made airquotes here, “saved you from the attackers.”
I wanted to punch him in the snout, he was just that condescending.
I was so done here. “Listen... Detective...”
“Jewel, Christopher Jewel.”
Fine. “Anyway, my friend just got a fun rape kit done, and you have three bodies without any blood... right?”
He tapped his pen on his notepad. “Actually, we have evidence that suggests there was an incident at that location, but there has not been any bodies recovered.”
Wow... the vampires had done away with the evidence. My heart sped thinking about how fast they'd been to go back to the scene and get rid of three men before the police got there.
“And the vampire story...” he looked at me like, you really expect me to believe this?
“That's what they told me,” I replied.
“That is a myth, there are no such thing as vampires. However, I know from the minute that you came in here I have not been able to get touching you out of my mind.” His eyes stared into mine and I got up so quickly from the chair it fell over with an echoing clatter of metal against tiled linoleum.
He walked over to me as if he was in a fugue. “You smell,” and he leaned in as I leaned away, “very good.”
Okay, now things were getting weird. Mr. Professional Cop was coming on to me in the middle of the police station when he should be getting my statement.
“It says here that, 'he was kissing me, then heard the police sirens and he and the other vampire left',” he resumed his questioning.
I nodded. Maybe he'd get off all the personal weirdness then. I covertly looked around in the hopes of spotting another cop. There was only Michelle on the couch and a lone secretary waaayyyy down the hall.
Shit.
As if on cue, he walked over to Michelle. “She smells fuckable too,” he said and with that, he whipped off the cover and spread her legs.
She stirred in her sleep when I yelled, “Hey!” This couldn't be happening. Where was everyone? What-the-hell?
What the blue fuck was wrong with him?
But he'd already put a finger inside her, and started pumping it back and forth. “Yeah, she's still really lubed up from all that cum that got dumped in there.”
I ran over there and shoved him and he turned, my friend's crotch spread to the world. He backhanded me and I spilled on the floor as he all but ran over to the door, closing it and locking it in place. My face stung unmercifully having just been hit in the same spot a couple of hours before.
It felt like days.
Where the hell were all the other cops?
I tried to scramble to my feet but he tackled me, tearing at my skirt and ripping down my panties. I responded with a knee to the crotch, my jaw on fire.
As if from a distance, I heard a crash and glass shattered behind me, falling like crystal rain all around us, my arms shielding my face.
I didn't open my eyes as Detective Jewel was torn off me. I became aware of the fact that there wasn't any more noise and cold air was rushing
CHAPTER 4
My eyes felt like they had crushed glass in them but I wasn't going to bed any time soon. These assholes had made me repeat the same answers to the same shit about two hundred times. I was getting pissed. Poor Michelle was curled up, sleeping on the couch, a rape kit finished and being processed.
“Okay, Miss Collins, I want to ask you one more time,” the detective ran slim hands through his hair, making it whack out in all different directions. Its honey-colored goodness would have been fun to look at had I not been at the Anchorage Police Station at going on four-oh-hell in the morning.
“You claim your friend,” and he threw a look at Michelle, who was a small mound under the gunmetal gray blanket they'd thrown over her on the lumpy precinct couch, “was attacked.” He looked down at his notepad, scrolling down with his finger until he found the detail he was looking for, “...by two men, claiming to be vampires. That, inadvertently,” he made airquotes here, “saved you from the attackers.”
I wanted to punch him in the snout, he was just that condescending.
I was so done here. “Listen... Detective...”
“Jewel, Christopher Jewel.”
Fine. “Anyway, my friend just got a fun rape kit done, and you have three bodies without any blood... right?”
He tapped his pen on his notepad. “Actually, we have evidence that suggests there was an incident at that location, but there has not been any bodies recovered.”
Wow... the vampires had done away with the evidence. My heart sped thinking about how fast they'd been to go back to the scene and get rid of three men before the police got there.
“And the vampire story...” he looked at me like, you really expect me to believe this?
“That's what they told me,” I replied.
“That is a myth, there are no such thing as vampires. However, I know from the minute that you came in here I have not been able to get touching you out of my mind.” His eyes stared into mine and I got up so quickly from the chair it fell over with an echoing clatter of metal against tiled linoleum.
He walked over to me as if he was in a fugue. “You smell,” and he leaned in as I leaned away, “very good.”
Okay, now things were getting weird. Mr. Professional Cop was coming on to me in the middle of the police station when he should be getting my statement.
“It says here that, 'he was kissing me, then heard the police sirens and he and the other vampire left',” he resumed his questioning.
I nodded. Maybe he'd get off all the personal weirdness then. I covertly looked around in the hopes of spotting another cop. There was only Michelle on the couch and a lone secretary waaayyyy down the hall.
Shit.
As if on cue, he walked over to Michelle. “She smells fuckable too,” he said and with that, he whipped off the cover and spread her legs.
She stirred in her sleep when I yelled, “Hey!” This couldn't be happening. Where was everyone? What-the-hell?
What the blue fuck was wrong with him?
But he'd already put a finger inside her, and started pumping it back and forth. “Yeah, she's still really lubed up from all that cum that got dumped in there.”
I ran over there and shoved him and he turned, my friend's crotch spread to the world. He backhanded me and I spilled on the floor as he all but ran over to the door, closing it and locking it in place. My face stung unmercifully having just been hit in the same spot a couple of hours before.
It felt like days.
Where the hell were all the other cops?
I tried to scramble to my feet but he tackled me, tearing at my skirt and ripping down my panties. I responded with a knee to the crotch, my jaw on fire.
As if from a distance, I heard a crash and glass shattered behind me, falling like crystal rain all around us, my arms shielding my face.
I didn't open my eyes as Detective Jewel was torn off me. I became aware of the fact that there wasn't any more noise and cold air was rushing
Similar Books
