Salma vs the police

-There's no one here, I'll check the next room.

Paul put out his walkie-talkie. The dark room he had just entered was completely empty. He shrugged his shoulders. Why was he feeling so stressed? It was only a lone woman. A murderer, yes, but there was a hole group of armed people ready to deal with her. He turned around and gasped. Salma was standing right in the doorway, looking at him with a smile.

-Don't move !You're under arrest.

Salma laughed. Before he could draw his gun, she moved so fast that his eyes could barely follow her. A split second later, she was right in front of him.

-Love me, she whispered.

Paul, who had been ready to shoot her a moment before, suddenly felt all his willpower abandon him. She was so beautiful. The air felt...different. He felt dizzy. He needed her.

-I...love...you, he said, as Salma was getting closer.

He moaned in pleasure when Salma's sharp teeth bit of a chunk of his right cheek. In his dazed mind, it was nothing but a passionate hickey. She smiled, a stream of his blood on her chin. She was starving.

A couple minutes later, Jane, another cop, was getting close to the room where this had happened. She had lost contact with Paul and wanted to check if everything was okay.

-Paul?

She pushed the door and got in the room. She gasped when she saw the horror in front of her. Paul was standing in the middle of the room, moaning softly as Salma was devouring him alive. His face, once normal and manly looking, was now just a pile of flesh and bones. He looked like some horrific Halloween mask. Salma's long and spiky tongue was licking the bones, removing the remaining flesh.

-You ! she screamed. You'll pay for that.

Salma looked at her and let her victim go. As if his lust for the succubus was all that was keeping him alive, Paul's lifeless body fell on the ground. Salma started advancing towards the newcomer. Jane was quicker than her colleague. She grabbed her gun and shot Salma three times in the chest. The actress looked at the wounds in her right boob with a puzzled look, before collapsing on the ground. Jane looked at the two bodies in front of her, before grabbing her walkie-talkie.

-Guys, I got her. But she killed Paul. I need backup.

She turned off the device and looked again at the crime scene, before widening her eyes. The body of Paul was still there, but Salma was nowhere to be seen. She suddenly heard a devilish laughter behind her back.

-Did you really think it's the first time an ancient succubus like me gets shot or stabbed? It's barely a mosquito bite for me.

She turned towards the origin of the noise and saw Salma staring at her, her wide smile revealing her sharp fangs, the bullet wounds slowly healing, before disappearing completely.

-Your fighting spirit is cute. I'm gonna enjoy eating your soul.

Jane tried to shoot her again, but widened her eyes when she saw Salma's hands, and more particularly her nails, now sharp claws. Before she could react, the succubus struck her with her index' claw, digging deep through her throat. She opened her mouth in a silent scream, her trembling hand pressed against her throat, desperately trying to contain the blood that was now spouting out of the open wound. Then, something happened. Her eyes met Salma's, and she suddenly felt...good. She loved being with this person. In a matter of seconds, she didn't feel pain anymore, as the actress was grabbing her head and approaching her lips from hers, before giving her a long kiss, the cop's blood now falling on Salma's cleavage, covering her boobs. She wrapped her arms around her ecstatic victim's body and started draining her life from her lips. Slowly, her limbs got thinner, her breasts shrunk, as her whole body was getting thinner and thinner. Her face covered in wrinkles, as its substance was getting sucked by the succubus. Her eyes finally rolled in her sockets, leaving her completely empty.

-Freeze!

The two cops who had just arrived were a man and a woman, looking in horror, as Salma seemed to be passionately kissing what seemed to be an ancient mummy, if it weren't for the police uniform the remains of Jane were still wearing. Salma released her grip on the corpse, which immediately turned into a pile of dust.

-You bitch! screamed the female cop. I'll kill you for this.

The male cop next to her nodded, visibly about to pull the trigger himself, but he froze when his eyes met Salma's now watery, like she was about to cry. The actress looked scared and helpless.

-Please, you can't let her kill me. Don't you wanna protect me?

-I...I can't...let her...

-Dave, snap out of it, she's messing with your mind.

Dave looked at his colleague, his eyes suddenly full of hatred. Meanwhile, Salma was smiling again, now facing the ladycop.

-Don't you wanna protect me?

The policewoman wanted to close her eyes, feeling Salma messing with her mind, but found herself incapable to do so. She looked at the actress, and could only whisper in return.

-Yes, she said sheepishly. I must protect you.

Salma laughed, enjoying the sight of these two cops, determined attack her a moment ago, now ready to kill for her.

-Good, good. Now fight for me. The winner will be my lover.

Salma was barely done talking when the two former colleagues jumped at each other's throat. They were not even trying to use their weapons. Their minds were now reduced to a basic state, and they were about to fight to the **** like primates, growling, drooling, scratching and biting each other, ripping each other's clothes off. Salma looked at them for a moment. The male cop was now strangling his former colleague, while the latter had grabbed a glass shard coming from a vase they had caused to fall during their fight, and was now stabbing her attacker repeatedly in the stomach. Salma nodded, knowing none of these two were gonna survive. She was about to leave the room when she saw another cop, a man this time. He looked at the remains of two other cops, while the two survivors were savagely murdering each other, then at Salma, who slowly removed the straps of her dress, letting it slide to the ground, revealing her impressive body.

-Like what you see, big boy?

This time, the remaining cop managed to gather enough willpower to back away, understanding he was dealing with a power much stronger than his. He turned his heels and ran, leaving behind him the dying gargles of his colleagues. A moment later, he was running out of the house, heading for the car, where Sophie was waiting for him.

-What's wrong? Salma's **** innocently asked.

-Start the fucking car, he screamed, fastening his seatbelt. Whatever she is, she isn't human. She killed the others and...aaaaah!

The survivor was interrupted by a brutal electric shock, and collapsed on his seat. Sophie looked at him with a satisfied face, the taser still in her hand.

-You can't run away from mistress, she whispered.