Go to the police station

"Fran, I'm going to meet with Sergeant Ashton." You decided to warn the sergeant first. You would need the police forces to deal with the vampire situation.

"Okay. I'll go with you." Fran properly dressed and awaited you in the living room.

"Yeah."

Dec 27th. It's bright outside and you felt like your skin was burning in the sunlight. But you could still manage.

You and Fran arrived at the police station at around 9:30 a.m.. 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 interrogation room. 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 will be with you shortly. Please wait." Peter just left you in the room alone and went back to his work.

Melissa Ashton was at her late 20s when she was promoted to Sergeant of the Owl city police department early this year. She was on duty today and things were already looking bad. There was another animal attack and some disturbing evidences have been collected near the victim from the scene. There were several reports of strange noises coming from a bar in the north of the city. And she just had an argument with her father yesterday. All these things were making her a little bit edgy recently.

When she was irritably scratching her short, silver-gray hair and was about to drink a sip of coffee to ease the tension, she heard that an unexpected "guest", James Wilson, just showed up at the front door of O.P.D.. What the hell, she wondered and went to the interrogation room.

Only minutes later Melissa entered the room. Immediately she noticed that there weren't just you and her inside.

"Who are you, miss?" She cautiously looked at Fran.

"Oh, I'm Francesca Evans. I'm James's friend. Nice to meet you." Fran stood up and introduced herself politely.

"His friend? Do you know that your friend here is one of the suspects for a recent ****? Come clean, James." She threw the papers at the desk and stared at you, "Neil Brown was killed, his wife is missing and we found your cellphone and your wallet at the crime scene. What the fuck has happened!?"

"You're not going to believe me, but, uh..." You paused for a second before you took off the scarf and revealed the wounds on your neck, "All those deaths... It wasn't animals. It was vampires. Neil's wife, Olivia, was turned into one. She killed him and bit me."

"Vampires!? James, are you high on something?" Melissa sneered at you and punched the desk angrily. She turned to Fran and asked, "You're not gonna tell me that you believe him, Miss Evans?"

"Well..." Fran awkwardly looked at you.

"Look, I know you probably won't trust me." You didn't have anything solid enough to convince Melissa, but you didn't seemed to care. You sighed and continued, "All I'm asking is that-"

"James!" Melissa yelled at you, "We have your fingerprints on his corpse and on the bed! I can't help you if you don't cooperate! You'd better tell me the truth, right now."

"Please... I'm telling you the truth! Olivia might have turned everyone in Night Crawler's Bar last night, and... and..." You lacked the courage to continue and just sat helpless in the chair.

"Night Crawler's Bar?" Melissa frowned with a serious expression, "That can't be coincidence. Someone has reported that there were some strange noises coming from that bar. I should go check it myself."

"Damn it, Melissa. Have you heard what I said?" You tried to stop her from going there, however, a phone call interrupted you. It's Melissa's, coming from her mother.

"Hi, Mom." She picked it up.

"Mel... I don't feel very well..." Her mother's voice was faint. Melissa could hear her breathing weakly.

"Mom? What's going on? Mom?" Melissa asked anxiously but the phone was already hung up, "Damn it. Jack! Peter!"

"Yes, Ma'am?" A rookie police officers under her command came in her officer. And the one that brought you here came after him.

"Something happened to my mom, I need to go check on her." Melissa grabbed her things and gave the order as she rushed to the door, "Jack, you and Ernest go to the bar that was reported to have strange noises, and see if there's anything. Peter, take Mr. Wilson and Miss. Evans to the detention room. I'll be back soon."

"Roger that." They both answered.

"Wait? Fran too?" You yelled, "She has nothing to do with this!"

"Hey, James, it's okay." Fran didn't seem to care.

"We can't rule out that she's not involved. Peter, follow the protocol." Melissa left the room after she gave the rookie the final instruction.

"Yes, Ma'am." Peter nodded respectfully.

Peter and another big guy brought you and Fran to the detention rooms on the basement level. The two of you were locked in the same room with two beds.

You leaned your back on the bed and rested. Gradually you felt your eyelids were getting heavier and your arms weaker. The strange heat was building up in your stomach again and slowly spreading through your whole body. Deep down you knew that you didn't have much time left. Maybe I should go to the church earlier... You said to yourself before you fainted. You heard Fran asking you anxiously, and you lost your consciousness.

You opened your eyes again and found yourself still lying on the bed. You looked around while your head was buzzing, and noticed that Fran was sitting by the bed opposite to you.

"James! Thank God, you're awake. Are you alright? You just passed out!" She ran towards you, smiled with tears in her eyes and hugged you gently.

"No... It's not okay..." 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. It's Melissa.

"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 is 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. 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 was. 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?"