Tracy scanned through the computer files in front of her. "Yeah Detective… 42nd and Cumberland, that’s what it says right here, that there were noises in the alley behind the market."
Detective Davis looked around again, squinting his eyes to adjust to the darkness. "Trace, there’s nothing here…" he stammered, but stopped instantly when he heard a noise deeper down the alley. "Hold on I think I got something." Detective Davis pulled up his gun again, holding it in front of him as he delved deeper down the alleyway. "Who’s out there?" He called out. "This is the N.O.P.D. who’s there?" He called out again. "Come out where I could see you." But Nothing.
Tiny beads of sweat slid down Daryl’s face. His heart rate rapidly increased as he tightened his finger on the trigger. "This is your last warning." Daryl heard a faint grown in the distance followed by a thump of some kind. ‘What could it be?’ he thought. ‘Or who?’
Daryl quickened his pace when he saw a shadow of someone not far ahead. When he got closer he saw that there was someone collapsed on the ground, perhaps the one who was trying to call out, and another, a female, slightly over him. It was hard to tell what was going on.
Daryl stepped into view and raised his gun towards them. "Alright Missy, just let him go nice and easy." But it was as if he was talking to himself cause she acted as she didn’t hear him. "I said let him go," Daryl called out again, this time a bit louder.
She let go of the limp body, slowly looking up at Detective Davis, feeling the anger still inside her. Her hands and mouth covered in blood of the once living man at her feet. Daryl tightened his grip as she snarled his way, running her pierced tongue along her fanged teeth.
"What the hell is this?" he asked himself, starring down at the man, his neck completely ripped open. "What did you do to him?"
She ran her black velvet sleeve across her mouth, cleaning away the droplets of blood. "Just having a little fun officer," she teased. "Is that a crime?"
Daryl choked back his thoughts, trying not to look directly at the body, as he grabbed for his walkie talkie. "Tracy, I’m going to need some assistance here…"
"You still at the intersection Detective?" she asked.
Detective Davis looked at the lifeless body. Being brutally shredded that way was not a way to die, especially since he didn’t know exactly what happened. What was he going to write up in his report? That he stumbled across a vampire having a snack in the alley? Everyone down at the station would laugh in his face, cause after all, there is no such thing as a vampire…or is there?
He shook his head, tearing his eyes away from the body and back to the scene at hand. He looked around furiously, first down the darkened alley, then behind himself, swearing to himself once he had realized what had happened. "She’s Gone!"