How could he not?

"I shouldn't but... I will submit..."

"Good you'll take a few leave days and when you feel ready you’ll contact me and we'll organize your return to the DSD."

"Yes, Jodi..."

"Considering the circumstances I think you can start calling me Mistress."

"Yes... Mistress..."

"Good, now why don't you come and lick my cunt for a while, I have to think..."

Two days later you go back to the DSD, no reason prolonging the leave.

Mendez is waiting for you in the briefing room.

"So those vampires?”

“It’ll all be in my report Sir, a group of Demon worshipper. The bite marks, some kind of ancient fork. The blood used as the catalyst for a faulty invocation spell."

"Faulty?"

"Yeah half the grimoire was lost to them; they couldn’t have invoked an imp with it.”

“What happened to them?”

“We had to kill the high priest and three of his acolytes, the remaining four were institutionalized in a mental facility.”

The ability to control people’s mind was the first you discovered after letting Kyle go home. Your next door neighbors were really helpful in the creation of this little charade. The poker group of the father became an incompetent sect of Satan Workshippers. You only kept their daughter at home locked in a closet for feeding purposes.

“Good and how do you feel? Do you need an extension of your rest leave?”

“No sir, I’m perfectly fine now, field work is actually what I needed. I’d like to check on Simmons and Galetti before getting back to work though.”

“Suit yourself, you're technically on leave until next Monday, so feel free to take all the time you need.”

“Thank you Sir.”

Galetti lives in a small house outside of town in the middle of the woods. You park your car in front of the house. You knock on the door. No answer. As you push the door, the foul stench of ****, sex and blood hits you. You lick your lips.

“Anyone home? Nick?”

Still no answer. As a precaution you take out your gun and start exploring. The house is completely upside down. Broken furniture in the living room, in the kitchen the sink is filled with some black goo, nothing else, no one in sight. You climb the stairs. In the first floor there are three rooms and a bathroom. The main bedroom is empty, strange stains cover the sheets. You bend over to identify them. By the smell of them, it is a combination of vaginal secretions, blood and sperm, lots of it. The second bedroom is a teenage girl’s bedroom, there are some stains on the sheets here too. You smile.

The third room's door is locked. Pressing your ear against the panel you manage to hear faint breathing behind it. You try to peek through the old keyhole but the room seems to be plunged in total darkness. You look for a key but there’s none in sight. You exit the house. From the garden you spot an easy access through the vines that cover the house to the room in the first floor. You climb. The window is unlocked; you lift it and step in the room.

Night vision is another blessing granted by your Mistress.

Three naked women are tied up and gagged in a corner. Two of them seem to be asleep, the third is dead. You identify Mrs. Galetti as the cadaver and her two teenage daughters as the survivors. Their bodies are covered with tiny bite marks. As you exit one of the daughters wake up. You smile as her eyes plead for your mercy. Mercy you don’t have any more available and you wouldn’t want to mess with a friend’s pantry.

This scene has woken up your appetite. As you go back to your car your hear another car coming up the small road. Nick Galetti parks by your side.

“Agent Kai, how are you this fine morning?”

“Agent Galetti, never been better.”

“Come and give me a hand,” he says walking to the trunk of his car, “I have something here that might interest you.”

You walk to his side and as he pops the trunk open your discover the most delicious sight of all.

“I found her wandering the parking lot of the K-mart down the road. I couldn’t pass the occasion.”

The girl in the trunk seems to be sleeping. She’s no more than twenty five. Dirty long black hair, worn off clothes, but the most angelical face of them all. Your carry her into the house and have her seat on one of the remaining chairs. Slowly she comes back to her senses.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” you ask when her eyes fall on you.

“I… Rosaline, my name is Rosaline. Where am I?”

“You’re at my place, sweet thing,” Nick answers.

“I… Don’t hurt me please…”

“Rosaline, you seem like a sweet girl, I cannot imagine what drove you into the clutches of my friend here but to be honest I don’t really care,” you say licking your fangs.

Nick grabs her hair, pulls it back and bites her mouth in the parody of a kiss. Blood starts pouring down her cheeks, you kneel by their side and lick it holding her hands tightly behind the chair. The coppery taste of blood is soon spiked with the salty taste of tears. You lick your way to her neck and drive your fangs into her artery.

Agent Simmons lives in a small crumbling apartment building on the other side of town. Apparently with salaries don’t really increase with seniority, you think, as you knock on the door.

“Yes, who is it?” the voice behind the door seem tired and anxious.

“Agent Simmons, it’s me, Jodi, open up, we have to talk.”

The woman behind the door is a pale replica of the beautiful agent you once knew.

“Come in, come in,” she tells you letting you step into the living room.

“How are you feeling agent Simmons?”

She stumbles to a chair.

“Terrible, I’ve been having the worst nightmares of my life and then there was that phone call.”

Could it be that agent Simmons is resisting your mistress' influence?

“What phone call?” you ask candidly.

“I… please don’t freak out, but I think that the succubus we met in Transylvania called me the other day. She was rambling about me being her faithful ****, I told her to fuck off.”

“Have you reported this?”

“No, I… I know I should have but I have felt so terrible that I haven’t found the strength of calling HQ. I’m so hungry and nothing seems to go down…”

You should help her cross the threshold but how will you do that?