Go to the police station

"Sir, could you... take us to the police station? The O.P.D.?" You were breathing heavily and felt the sweat dropping from your forehead. You had to warn Sergeant Ashton about the vampires first. Your condition could wait.

"Okay." The driver started the engine immediately.

"Hey, James... You don't look good." Fran placed her hand on your forehead, "You're having a fever!"

"Don't worry. I'll be fine." You reassured Fran and tried to keep your head clear.

You and Fran arrived at the police station at around before noon. As you entered the station, you noticed that there were dozens officers on duty today and it made you feel safe. However, before you could do anything, you were immediately stopped by two police officers.

"Mr. Wilson, you're a suspect for Neil Brown's ****. You need to come with us." One of the officers, Peter, handcuffed you without hesitation and led you to the detention room downstairs. Fran, watched by the other officer, said nothing but just followed behind you.

"I understand. I'll cooperate, but may I speak with Sergeant Ashton?" You pleaded earnestly, "I have some urgent matters to discuss with her."

"Sergeant Ashton is handling a case this morning. I'll inform her that you're here once she comes back." Peter pushed you into the room as he spoke.

"What? No! I'm not staying in here, then!" You panicked and tried to get out of the room. However, the other cop, and big one you didn't recognize, came straight at you with a baton in his hand.

"Sir! Stay back!" The big guy tried to stop you.

"No! You don't understand! I've drunk-" You tried recklessly to push him and before you finished your words you were knocked down. You heard Fran yelling and crying, and you lost your consciousness.

You opened your eyes again and found yourself lying on the bed. You looked around while your head was buzzing, and realized that the worst had happened. You were locked in the detention room with Fran, who was sitting by the other bed opposite to you. She was happy to see you awake and ran towards you.

"James! It's okay, you're fine here." She smiled with tears in her eyes and hugged you gently, "Why would you do that? It's dangerous!"

"No... It's not okay, and I'm not fine..." You felt like your body was burning. You're fighting it for all this time but you're failing, "How long was I out?"

"About two hours. Why?"

"Fran... I'm sorry that I haven't told you sooner... That night, Olivia-"

You were going to explain when you heard footsteps in the hallway outside. A few seconds later, a figure appeared at the door. Sergeant Melissa Ashton, a keen-witted and capable female who was at her late 20s, looked at you through the iron fence. Thank God, there's still hope... You smiled in relief. With Fran's help, you walked to door.

"Melissa! You're back! Listen, I-"

You suddenly paused as you noticed something terribly wrong. Melissa wasn't wearing her uniform and didn't do the top button of her shirt. There was also some red stain on her collar. She was staring at you with a strange smile. It made both of you uncomfortable.

"Melissa, what happened to you?" You asked with concern.

"I have accepted her gift, James." Melissa said in a sultry tone, which did not like her at all, "Just like you have."

"What..." You didn't understand what she meant at first, or perhaps it's just you denying what's obvious, but you soon realized that you have put yourself in the a truly fucked up situation.

Melissa pulled the collar to the side. Under the short, silver-gray hairline on the neck there were a pair of bite marks, with semi-fresh blood around them. She gave you an evil smile while her eyes turned red and her canines elongated.

"Oh, God..." Fran covered her mouth with a gasp in horror.

"Help! Somebody, please help!" You shouted desperately in a hoarse and cracked voice, but no one answered.

"Save you breath, James. I've already recruited some new blood, and they're making sure that everyone in the station will soon be either one of us or willing to serve us." Melissa laughed as she walked closer, "You should see your face. It's priceless. Too bad I can't see mine anymore."

"How... It's still daytime..." You gritted your teeth.

"I went to visit my mistress this morning. Mm... She gave me the gift, and I came back before the transformation was complete." Melissa moaned blissful when she touched the bite marks, "Oh, it's so wonderful, James. You should've told me to try it earlier. And your girl here..."

"Please... no... not Fran..." You almost begged Melissa when you saw her reaching out her hand.

"What are you thinking? Of course I won't steal that wonderful experience from you." Melissa retreated and showed you the horrible truth, "I can sense that Mistress' gift inside you is about to take hold very soon. You'll become one of us, and then you can taste her in whatever way you want. I'll come back for you after you bring her to our side, or kill her, if you like. See you around!"

Melissa laughed maniacally as she left. You collapsed in despair by the door and Fran carried you back to the bed. You began to shiver and you didn't have any strength to speak anymore. Fran was holding you hands tightly and crying helplessly.

You saw Fran's lips moving but you couldn't hear what she was speaking. You twitched and tried to scream for help, but you seemed to have lost the control of your body and you couldn't even feel anything except the heat. You fell **** after a minute of struggling.

When you opened your eyes again, the world was different. You were different. You didn't need the clock to tell you it's nighttime now. You just knew. The bed was drenched by your cold sweat. Fran fell asleep by your bed, but she was still holding your hand. The warmth from her hand was so intense that you felt like it was burning your palm. You withdrew your hand quickly to check on it, but that startled Fran and she woke up.

"James! Are you alright? How are you feeling?" She looked at you with expectation and caressed your cheek.

You could hear Fran's heartbeat. It's strong, lively, and you couldn't help but approach her and grab her shoulders tightly. "Ouch! James, you're hurting me!" She struggled but she couldn't outmatch your strength. It was at this moment that she realized that you're not her childhood friend anymore. But it's too late. She gazed into your eyes for too long that she couldn't escape the prison your built for her.

You were thirsty as your eyes turned red. You put Fran on the bed and, without any hesitation, climbed on top of her and bit her neck. She's my loyal slut anyway, you thought as you pierced the flesh with your newly-grown fangs. When the fresh blood poured in your mouth, you were electrified by the flood of pleasure and your manhood erected almost instantly. It yearned to be released, but you needed to quench your thirst first.

Fran let out a muffled groan and calmly lay down her hands. She shivered from time to time, but mostly she was just staring at the ceiling blankly when you were sucking. You didn't care where her mind went. You didn't care because it would return to her eventually. Everything will be fine once she accepts and joins me, you washed all your doubts away as you thought.

You forgot the time when you pulled out your fangs and gasped heavily as you finished the appetizer. Fran's head feebly rolled to the side. The blood dripping down from the pair of puncture wounds slowly painted the sheet red, and you loved the new colour. Her face was so empty of expression and she was just a husk at this moment. But you didn't seem to be bothered.

You unzipped your trousers and took off hers. Just when you were about to have your way with Fran, a voice began to echo in your head.

Take her, James... Turn her and bring her to me... It was Olivia's voice. You mistress' voice and that was her command.

It was at this moment that a fragment of your humanity left deep in your mind sparkled. You looked at Fran. You saw through the emptiness on her face and grasped her true feeling buried by your hypnosis. The memories you shared with her since your childhood flooded your mind with a strong feeling called love.

But even that perished instantly. Olivia's voice was getting louder and louder, until you heard nothing else but her command. In fact, she was already standing outside the detention room. After the sun set, she could go wherever she wanted with her fledglings, and O.P.D. was her first stop.

"You don't need to suffer anymore, James." Olivia broke the lock and entered the room freely. She stopped by the bed and looked at you with indulgence, "My children are spreading our love throughout the city. Soon, no one will judge us!"

You feared her presence, but a part of you enjoyed her company, too.

"So, what do you say, James?" She touched her marks on your neck with her cold, slender fingers and smiled, "Would you love me now? Or do you still want to have fun with you girl?"