He dreamed of death, and Undeath. Inspector Garreth Mikaelian stood backed against the wall of an alley in San Francisco's North Beach, pinned by the hypnotic gaze of eyes glowing like rubies, unable to move even enough to ease the pressure where the handcuffs looped over his belt pressed into the small of his back. Red light glinted in the vampire's hair, too...not a beautiful woman, some distant part of him noticed, but she used her long, showgirl legs and mahogany hair to seem like one.
"You're going to like this, inspector." She gave him a sultry smile.
"You'll feel no pain. You won't mind a bit that you're dying."
There was pleasure in the touch of her soft, cool lips, and it persisted even after the kisses moved down his jaw and became bites pinching his skin in hard, avid nips. High-heeled boots made her five-ten tower even higher above his five-eight. Lassitude held him passive while she tipped his head back to reach his throat better
Her mouth stopped over the artery pounding there. "Lovely," she breathed. "Now, don't move." Her tongue slid out to lick his skin. She stretched her jaw. He felt fangs extend, then she bit down.
A spasm of intense pleasure lanced through him. Catching his breath, he threw his head farther back and strained up against her sucking mouth. Presently, though, as cold and weakness spread through him, concern invaded the ecstacy, a belated recognition of something unnatural, wrong. Evil. Fear stirred. He started to twist away sideways, but to his dismay could not move. Her body slammed into his, pinning him helpless against the wall...despite the fact he outweighed her by a good fifty pounds. The fear sharpened.
Use your gun, you dumb flatfoot, a voice in his head snarled. Her grip blocked him from reaching the weapon. He sucked in a breath to yell for help, but her hand clamped over his mouth. In desperation he sank his teeth into it. Her blood scorched his mouth and throat...liquid fire. The vampire sprang away, ripping out his throat in her retreat. He collapsed as though drained of bone as well as blood. She laughed mockingly. "Goodbye, inspector. Rest in peace."
Her footsteps faded away, leaving him face down in his blood. Leaving him to listen in helpless terror to heartbeats and breathing that gradually slowed, stumbled, and stopped.
Copyright © by Lee Killough