Tommy’s disappeared and Scott’s in danger. It’s up to Kirk to save the downed officer. A short fight later, Kirk has the upper hand and prepares to get the information necessary to find Tommy.
Scott made up his mind. Holstering his weapon, he backed away from the downed vampire. “Do it.”
Kirk’s fangs extended again. He leaned over the vampire, his fangs brushing the other’s throat. “It’s very painful,” he whispered hoarsely. “It burns as you change. Like your insides are on fire.”
“Y-you said eu-euphoria.”
“I lied!” His teeth sank into the other vampire’s throat.
A scream echoed in the bathroom. Kirk did not begin to feed. He let the other feel his fangs, letting him think about it.
“Okay!” The young vampire whimpered. “Okay, I’ll tell you!”
The fangs receded. The dual holes closed slowly. Kirk kept the other man pinned to the floor.
“Where have they gone?” Scott demanded, weapon trained on the downed vamp.
“There’s this house—more like a castle—outside the city. It’s way out in the middle of BFE….”
The police officer and Kirk exchanged a look.
“Specifics,” Scott demanded.
The vampire babbled several minutes, telling them everything he knew. When he was done, Kirk nodded. Before rising, he broke the vampire’s neck. Rising, he dusted his hands. Scott eyed him warily.
“Why did you kill him? I could have cuffed him, arrested him.”
“Your cuffs won’t hold us. Having him in the car would have been deadly for us both. Now he can’t call anyone and tell them—can he?”
Scott shook his head. “Just not the way I like to do things.”
Kirk washed his hands and put on his tie and jacket. “Me either, but it had to be done.”
“Shall I call it in?”
Black spots appeared on the vampire’s body. Suddenly, he fell to dust which disappeared with a soft poof. Nothing was left, not even a hint of what had happened. Scott shuddered.
“Somewhat,” Kirk added with a disdainful sniff. “Shall we get the others?”
“Lead on.” What Scott didn’t say was that he didn’t want Kirk behind him. He’d held it together because the vampire wasn’t against him. However, he’d feel better where he could keep his eye on Kirk.
Kirk understood the other man’s concern. He didn’t say anything, but was careful how he moved, making no threatening gestures.
They found the women near the elevator. For some reason, it wasn’t working. Sandy frowned. Margo bit her lip, drawing blood. Kirk staggered at the sight and smell of the drop of fluid on her pale chin. He reached out to taste it.
Margo knocked his hand away, slapping him. Scrabbling with something in her pocket, she extracted a vial of pills. Taking one, she forced Kirk’s lips apart and put it under his tongue. Clamping his lips shut, she encouraged him to swallow.
Closing his eyes, Kirk let the pill partially dissolve before swallowing it. Inhaling slowly, he nodded his thanks.