Tommy's
gone missing. Kirk and Margo agree to help the police officers find
him.
"Well,
we're done with you for the day," he said sadly. "I hope
we'll see you tomorrow."
"Count
on it," Kirk said with a sly wink. "She's a few weeks
pregnant. You know how they get...."
"Oh,
sure! Tell her to take it easy. I didn't know."
"Thanks."
"Hey,
congratz!"
Kirk
nodded and left. He changed rapidly and went looking for Scott.
Heading to the men's room, he smelled something odd. It tingled his
sensitive nose, making the hair on the back of his neck rise. Someone
was bleeding—a lot. And he smelled—vampire, ready to feed.
Bursting
into the restroom, he found a vampire he didn't recognize, bending
over Scott's prostrate form. The young police officer bled copiously
from his scalp. There'd been a hell of a fight, and Scott had taken
the worst of it. However, he'd landed more than one good punch on the
vamp. One fang was loose, his jaw bruised and his lip split. If he
bit Scott like that, the young human would turn. He couldn't let that
happen!
The
vampire grinned, wiping the blood from his lips. Fortunately, he
hadn't bitten his victim yet. Kirk smiled, unbuttoning his suit coat.
"Do
you mind? It's borrowed."
The
vampire nodded, grin widening, face elongating as he changed into his
feral state. Kirk took off his jacket and hung it in a stall. The tie
went next.
"How
civilized we are. Which means you're here to distract me, so I won't
go rushing off after whomever kidnapped my pet."
The
other vamp's eyes widened.
"You
didn't know he was mine, did you." He chuckled. It was an eerie
sound in the bathroom. "I don't take kindly to those who mess
with my pets. This one's mine, too." He rolled up his sleeves.
"He's
not. No one's fed off him." The loose fang made him lisp.
"Not
yet. I was grooming him as the new pet. Tommy's getting ready to
change." Kirk took a pose like an old fashioned boxer.
The
other vampire lowered into a fighting stance. They circled a moment
while the other sized up Kirk. Watching one another warily, they
continued to circle, each waiting for a moment to strike. Tired of
waiting, the other vamp attacked. He swung at Kirk with his right
fist. The attack was ill timed and slow. Kirk ducked out of the way.
Another
lunge and the vampire growled as Kirk dodged that blow too. A third
attack earned a smack in the mouth. The vampire spit blood and his
loose tooth fell to the ground.
"That
all you got?" he growled as Kirk resumed his ridiculous pose.
"What
makes you say that?"
They
scuffled a moment, the other vamp keeping out of Kirk's way as much
as he could. Kirk suspected that the fellow was trying to wear him
down. Interesting tactic, and ineffective. Kirk leaped at him,
hitting him with a left hook, followed by an elbow punch. The vampire
staggered back, holding his cheek.
"I'll
rip his throat out," he threatened.
"Hard
to do with one fang," Kirk countered. "Leave now, while
you're ahead and I won't take you apart."
"As
if you could, old one." He spat again.
Kirk's
smile changed to something lethal as his body went through its
metamorphosis. "It's precisely the reason why you should give up
now, boy. How long ago did you change? A year? Two?"
"Three
and a half," the other said arrogantly.
"And
you were what? Twenty?"
"Twenty-three."
"Good....."
He settled into a different stance, but the young vamp didn't
register the change.
Kirk's
foot shot out catching the younger man in the midsection. His
opponent staggered back. Kirk leaped on him, knocking him to the
floor. He pinned him, fangs bared.
"Do
you know what happens to a vampire that's bitten by another?"
His voice was harsh, his fangs a mere breath from the other's neck.
The
younger vampire shook his head. Kirk ran a finger down the side of
his throat.
"At
first, a euphoria. Followed by a feeling of listlessness, then you
dry up, fall to sand and poof! No more vamp. You can experience that
first hand, unless you help me out. I want to know where Tommy is. I
want the location of the others who have been taken and I want to
know who's behind this. Think you can help me?"
"Bite
me," the young man tried to talk tough.
Kirk's
laughter was chilling. "Don't tempt me, child." Hissing, he
let his fangs extend to their full length.
"Back
away," Scott said from behind him.
"Don't
interfere, Officer Scott," Kirk warned. "He'll tell me
before he'll tell you."
"I
can't let you do that, Kirk. I won't be party to that."
Kirk's
hideously contorted face turned toward the police officer. Scott
flinched, but held his ground, weapon drawn and leveled.
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