Hi to all
Just decided to branch out from my usual fantasy Fics and play around a bit.
WARNING, WARNING, WARNING, WARNING
This will be AU and most likely OOC as I don't know the characters well enough to have them IC.
There will no doubt be violence, bad language and more then likely sexual misconduct somewhere along the lines. I have no idea if there will be HET or Yaoi so when I get to it, I will leave a waring at the beginning of the chapter.
Hope you enjoy.
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Chapter one...
Seemed like a good idea at the time.
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The last deafening sounds of gunfire rung out then faded into sharp silence, leaving a slight ringing in the Sho's ears. With a quick glance down to see where he was placing his feet, the last one standing took in the scene. There was no movement that he could detect on the warehouse floor, bloodied bodies lay still but he knew there was still one left alive and relatively unhurt out there.
The snivelling man had dived for cover as soon as the fight started and had not ventured from his hiding place. Sho sent a questioning look to his friend, amused that he had sat high up on his advantage point and watched the whole fight without so much as lifting a finger to help. Just calmly giving advice when he thought it was needed. "Right…Left…Duck… Spin."
"You know Kei, anytime you want to actually, I don't know…..Help!" he sarcastically said. "Just jump right in."
A grin spread out over Kei's features as he looked down on his perturbed friend, and in a blur of motion he was beside the unfazed gunslinger.
"You don't need much help these days Sho, soon, you won't need me at all." he looked sadly up into his friends beautiful blue eyes, they instantly mirrored his own feelings, burning with the sadness of the sun.
"I will always need you Kei, we will be together till the day I die."
The words tore a new hole in the immortals heart, he just didn't want to think of existing without Sho in his life. It would be without meaning, without joy and he would wander aimlessly, wishing nothing but to join his companion….perhaps he would follow his friend in eternal slumber when the time came.
Kei's thoughts were drawn back by soft words. "There is one left Kei, he is for you." said Sho.
As much as Kei loathed to admit it, he was feeling the effects of so much blood laying around at his feet . Sho turned and headed over to where the immortal could smell fear, he was the last one still alive out of the gang and the vampire could sense his terrified presence easily. His cravings stirred and reluctantly he followed on the heels of his friend, coming upon the snivelling man still trying to hide.
With his whereabouts suddenly known, the pathetic creature's hands came up as if in prayer, begging the eternal being for mercy.
Kei would never hurt the innocent, and frankly he would rather have left this man well alone. The fat whimpering male had an unsavoury smell to him, but Sho had offered him up to Kei and he found it hard to deny his cravings right now.
Sho turned from watching, he knew it made Kei uncomfortable to be seen feeding even though he had witnessed it many times before. He leant against the wall checking his gun over, listening uninterested to the man begging his friend not to hurt him.
"No, no, no…please. I won't tell anyone I swear, I can give you money, girls, boys….whatever you want, just please no… Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Sho smirked at the pathetic pleadings, they would not save his retched life, these gang members were scum, the town would be a much better place after tonight. He checked his watch as the sounds of the struggle continued and he distracted himself by thinking of what he had to do tomorrow. 'I'm sleeping in, no questions asked,' he mused. 'and what will I have for breakfast?' He sent a quick glance to his friend, the fat man was past fighting now, not much longer to go.
'Maybe I'll stay home tomorrow, watch the news and see what becomes of tonight.'
Sho knew the police were doing everything they could to find out who was behind these killings, to him it was a game of cat and mouse, but just who was the cat and who was the mouse?
A minute later he smiled as Kei suddenly appeared at his side, looking satisfied but humbled. "Where to now?" Sho gleefully asked.
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The orange hued sunset cast an eerie haze over the derelict buildings of Mallepa; the lengthening shadows heralded the dying day and welcomed the birth of night. For one rookie officer, it was the start of another problematic shift. Just another one among many of late, these were confusing and worrying times in this unfamiliar country. So far away from the comfort of home, foreign town, foreign people, discomforting at best.
The evening was going well enough until they got a call, one they dreaded but expected. It had been two weeks since the last slayings and it was due, the senior partner sighed as he hung up the phone, looking over at the rookie Detective sifting through a pile of paperwork.
"Gabe, get your things, we got another one." he said.
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The novice sifted through the evidence that lay strewn around the blood soaked, run down building, trying to piece together the story of what went down here. Broken and bullet splattered bodies littered the floor; it was hard to find an area that was without a thin film of the crimson fluid.
The dead would sometimes tell the story of how they passed over from the living, but like so many times before, these remained silent. Zero witnesses and zero clues. No reasoning why so many were slain from one gang, while nothing remained of their enemies and their identity.
The only clue that there was another party involved so far was the different calibre shells that littered the floor, the violent ending of so many and always….always was there one body that was devoid of blood. It was a mystifying incident that should not happen; the complete loss of blood from a body just couldn't be explained. The heart would stop when it reached a critical point, and the life sustaining liquid would cease to flow, the remainder congealing in its host.
The perplexed officer knew that it would be the same here; they would find one body lacking completely, what lay pooling around all the rest. The senior partner of the two had mentioned it in the form of a joke a few times, but really, how else could it be explained? Vampire! It was never said with certainty, who would dare to suggest something so absurd in these already troubled times?
But there were foreboding puncture wounds on the neck of every victim that suffered this strange death, and the coroner concluded with all that it was the point of extraction. The victim bled completely dry, the rookie shivered at the thought of having someone bite down hard on the sensitive jugular and suck the life slowly away.
Was it tempting to picture? tightly held in some ones loving embrace as you succumbed to deaths charms? Their soft lips pressed firmly against your neck and yet you struggle, sharp incisures sinking in deep, and your powerless to stop them. You would cry out in pain, but they would not stop. You would beg them to "please don't," but still they wouldn't stop. Your resistance would slowly weaken until all you could do is hold them as the last drops of precious crimson passed over their lips and your heart would beat no more.
This was the stuff of scary bedtime stories, ridiculous myths that had no place in today's society, but the facts told a different story.
'Where are you?' Wondered the young detective. 'I know you're here somewhere.' The unfortunate one would be dragged away from his fellow members, out of the carnage and bled dry. They were alive at the time, their wounds only miner apart from an occasional bullet to the extremities or bruising.
"Gabe, over here." yelled the senior. He was just as baffled as his young protégé as to the who, what and why with these cases, and he had been on the force for over 10 years now. He had worked his way up the ladder to arrive at his current position, Detective shin-Lo, and his subordinate offsider. Well that was a just a sore spot as far as the rest of his Department was concerned. Why the powers that be decided to bring in an outsider on this case rubbed them all the wrong way.
The rumours getting around the office was that the foreign officers father had something to do with it, five generations of detectives, many friends and many favours owed to them. Obviously, daddy had his hand in getting the young officer this case. Did they think their own detectives so un-worthy? Maybe the kids superior thought this would let them climb the ladder quickly, boy….did they get it wrong.
But it hit Lo the hardest, after-all; he was to be partnered with the unwelcome outsider.
But he had to admit, after six weeks being with the kid, he quite liked the plucky, just blurt it out attitude of the feisty rookie. And the biggest hurdle of them all, well he just let the young one handle that with attitude and that short-tempered disposition. As he and his fellow members of race and sex worked out quickly, don't piss her off, and you'll be fine.
As the young woman lowered herself down beside him, Lo gestured to the body.
"This one Gabe." he sighed.
She looked at the pale complexion staring into nothingness, did he fight till the end? Her earlier thoughts returned of a man holding her tightly as her life bled out, why did she envision it must be a man? To overpower one man, it must simply be another she deduced. Was he tall, dark and dare she even think it, handsome?
Maybe he was thin, creepy and ugly!
Gabe grabbed hold of the dead mans jaw and gently turned his head to the side, noticing the two puncture wounds over the jugular.
"Same as all the rest Shin," the young woman did a quick check of the corpse in front of her, "except, this one has no other injuries at all that I can see," she said a little confused at her observation. She looked to her superior for confirmation.
"No, nothing that's showing up yet, we'll have to wait for a more thorough examination, but this one met his end while being completely conscious. Not a pleasant way to go I'm sure." he added.
"You think." sniggered the girl.
She had a sense of humour that the older couldn't quite get the hang of, but slowly he was working it out. The young woman was self-confident, mouthy, short fused and had the skills to back up her, *I'll knock your fucking head off* threats that she brandished around like there would be no tomorrow. He had come to understand her way but the usual meek mannered women of his country were lost on this one. There was nothing meek or mild about her, it took some getting use to but after a while, he became oblivious to it. With her, it was like if someone was exposed to something on a regular basis, you become use to it's presence, and after a while, you don't notice it at all.
The girl picked up the dead mans hand and examined it closely. 'We need forensics in here, I want his nails checked for any trace of skin under them." she absently commented. "We could get lucky you never know." she scoffed at her own words; they had never gotten lucky with any victims. She sighed as she stood, stretching her back. This was just as useless as every other case that involved this said vampire, and frustrated by all the dead ends so far the girl walked out of silent carnage.
"Gabrielle!" she heard her name called but just wasn't interested at the moment to whatever the other had to say. It would no doubt come to nothing or just confuse her even more.
"Gabe!" the young man sidled up to her giving the girl a big smile and Gabrielle groaned.
"What ever it is Cheng I'm not buying." she moaned, and started off in the opposite direction to the young man.
"No, No really Gabbs, you'll want to hear this. There is a kid over here that said he seen who did it." Gabe swung around to face her fellow officer.
"Are you serious? Where?" she blurted and the young man smiled, turned on his heel and beckoned her to follow.
Cheng led her away towards an alley and as tempted as the girl was, she had all sorts of visions of getting mugged down there.
"Cheng this had better be for real." she sent him a glare and her hand wavered over the pistol she had on her hip.
The young man nodded enthusiastically. "He's just here Gabe." and as the girl squinted in the direction he pointed, she noticed a boy about 9 or 10 standing off to the side against the wall.
Gabrielle tried not to let her excitement burst forth; this was the first witness to ever come forth. Just wether he was a reliable witness remained to be seen, being a child they tended to have inaccurate accounts, and huge imaginations.
"Hi there." she tried to give the boy her best smile and sweetest greeting.
"My name is Gabby." kneeling down on the ground about four foot away from the boy, not crowding him and giving the youth the comfort of knowing he could make an escape if he felt threatened in any way. The girl had been around long enough to learn the children of the slums behaviour, delving into her pocket Gabe pulled out the best form of currency in the city, and held the Mars-Bar up at eye level to the boy.
"Do you know what this is?" again she gave the bedraggled boy a smile, as he nodded vigorously.
"Would you like it?" asked Gabe, and slightly held it out towards the child. His focus was intently on the candy-bar and she could tell he wanted it desperately. She would have liked to take him away and given him a good solid meal but it wouldn't have the same pull as the chocolate in her hand.
The boy reluctantly reached out for the bar, and just before his grubby little fingers wrapped around it, Gabe spoke.
"I would love to give this to you, but only if you could tell me something first." her tone sweet and calm, as she retracted the candy from view, the forlorn youth's disappointment clearly showing on his face.
"If you can tell me what you saw, that is, who you saw, going into that building tonight, you can have this." Gabe brought forth the Mars-Bar again, offering it to the boy.
"Can you do that?" she asked of him. Again the youth nodded, eyes glued to the proffered chocolate.
Before either officers could react the boy snatched the bar out of her hand, wheeled around and bolted, Gabe yelled out in frustration.
"God-damn-it." as she stood, eyes following the little shit as he fled down the ally-way. Officer Cheng close on his heels for about fifty metres before the boys speed left him for dead and he dejectedly gave up.
Humbly he walked back to stand before the pissed-off woman, puffing with exertion. Gabe watched the wheezing man and her anger dissipated into humour.
"You are so un-fit Cheng, look at your winded old ass, you only ran like 20 metres and your fucked!" she accused him. The gasping man looked down the alleyway and pointed.
"Rubbish Gabe, that's got to be at least 200 metres long." he puffed out in his defence and his comrade laughed.
"Yeah but you didn't run right to the end!" she countered, took one last long look down the lane for any sight of the boy and turned to walk back.
Cheng was not one to let his manhood go undefended. "I ran all the way to the dumpster." he huffed, flicking his thumb back down the alley.
Gabe did a quick turn of her head to see the dumpster he was referring to. "Bullshit Cheng!" she laughed and again looked down the lane. "You went as far as the first landing before your busted ass gave up." she mocked the young man.
Their taunting continued the whole way back to the cars where her senior partner waited. He had to laugh at the bickering going on between them as they approached. Cheng was one of the few who didn't have any reservations about her had befriended the girl quickly, he could tell they had a certain amount of fondness for one another which pleased him, Gabrielle needed a friend.
"At least I gave chase Gabs, you didn't even get out of neutral." he chided her. Gabe lifted up her foot for him to see. "Can't run in heels."
Cheng laughed at her excuse. "They can't even be classed as heels you liar, they are flatter then mine." he teased.
"OH, and you owe me a Mars-Bar to." she squinted her eyes and pointed at him as she climbed into the car, slumping down in the passenger's seat and smiling to her senior partner.
"Don't even ask." she said before he could open his mouth. "Just another one of Cheng's great idea's." and that was enough for Shin, he laughed as he started the car. The paperwork for this would keep them busy for the next three days and he had already had enough of these vampire cases.
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Gabe sat at her desk in contemplation, twirling a pencil around between her fingers as she thought. All these gang slayings were causing her brain to melt, no one was that careful that they never left any clues. Or at least left them a thread of evidence to go by but these were frustratingly blank. It had been just over a week ago since the last slayings and once again they had nothing to lead them to someone or something.
It was 11pm and her shift would be over soon, Gabe pulled her dark hair out of her face, her blue eyes checked the clock again for the millionth time in the last hour.
"Gabe!" the close voice snapped her out of her revere; she turned quickly towards Shin hoping he had some interesting news to tell.
"Go home Gabe, your making me nervous." he could see the girls agitation growing by the minute and as there was only an hour to go he wanted peace and quiet. Not a huffing, jittering, antsy young woman distracting him from his inner calm.
The wide smile he was rewarded with was well worth it anyway, as the young woman grabbed her coat and bolted for the door with a grateful. "Thanks boss."
Gabe had a routine after each shift, and she never faltered from this routine.
It went something like this:
*Leave office with a Thank god that is over and kiss my ass attitude.
*Jump in car and head straight to her favourite 24 hour café.
*Order the biggest, strongest cappuccino they made and the richest most sickening cake they had to offer and try to forget all about the previous ten hours with glee.
This night would be no exception, as Gabe pulled up she noticed a boy standing in front of the café but didn't look at him again. There were lots of homeless kids that wandered around the streets, one blurring into another. But as she jammed her keys into her pocked she sent another quick look his way and halted in her tracks, it was the candy thief from the other night. Gabe slowly approached the boy not sure if his presence here was just a coincidence or intentional.
"Hi there, again." she gave the child a small wave and lent down to his height. "Remember me?"
The boy nodded, standing there as if expecting something and Gabe thought he could wait all he liked if he expected another Mars-bar.
They both stood there eyeing one another and when it was apparent that he had nothing to say, she straightened and turned towards the café.
"I came to tell you who I saw." said a small voice and Gabe quickly twisted back and knelt before the child.
"Really?" she couldn't keep her sarcasm from coming through but being a child he probably wouldn't pick it up anyway.
He nodded his grubby little head in confirmation. "I can even show you where they live." he added. Gabe was floored; this was too good to be true, so why was she believing it?
"But it will cost you." said the slimy little swindler. Gabe was not about to get caught by the child again.
"And what's the cost." she enquired, raising her eyebrow in anticipation of the price.
The youth held out his flat hand out, palm up. "Candy bars and lots ovem." he demanded.
Gabe looked at the outstretched, expectant hand. Chewing on her bottom lip she decided to go with it.
"Wait here." she said and marched straight into the café. The child watched the woman. She was a westerner that was for sure, and as far as his youthful mind was concerned she wasn't bad to look at. She wasn't fat and she wasn't ugly so he guessed she was alright, but he liked her eyes the most, they were blue, like the ocean.
When the woman came back out he was awed with her assortment of candies, she had an armful.
Gabe smiled at the look on the boys face. "Ok, I will give you a few now, and the rest when you tell me who they are, and where they live." she told him sternly. "Deal."
The boy nodded gain. "Deal." he muttered, quickly grabbing the first of the offered candy and pocketing it. Gabe watched him, half expecting the boy to wolf down on the bars but he simply concealed them away and looked at her. Gabe began to wonder if this was just a game to the boy.
"Names." she asked him, the boy crept forward till his chubby little face was beside her and he whispered in her ear.
"Kei….Sho." was all he said as he returned to his place.
Gabe slowly nodded to the boy. "And do they have a last name?" she asked, the boy shook his head.
"No last name." she mumbled. "Ok, what about an address."
The boy suddenly grabbed her hand, startling her momentarily.
"Come, I show you, not far this way." and he pulled her long after him.
The young woman followed the boy for three blocks till he came to an intersection and stopped; Gabe looked around at the many housing complexes that ringed the crossroads. Some appeared decent while others quite seedy and she looked to the boy for their next move.
"That one." he said and pointed to the block directly across the road.
The young woman sighed. "Why do I get the feeling you sending me on a wild goose chase?"
The child held out his hand and having made a deal, she felt obliged to hold to it, Gabe loaded the boy's arms up with candy.
"Where are they little man." she asked the smiling swindler.
The boy sent her a short smile. "That block, room 223, but they are not there right now." and once again the child fled in an instant.
Gabe watched him go. "Well that's really good to know." she mumbled to his disappearing form.
Gabby knew she would be in trouble if found out, but it was late at night and if the pairs nightly routine was true then they would be out killing a shit load of not so nice people right now. She had to wonder at the intelligence of removing these two from the streets; I mean really, they were doing humanity a favour.
The thugs that were on the receiving end of these guys killing sprees were some of the vilest pricks that were around, Gabe would have rather given them a medal, but it wasn't her call.
The cautious girl made her way over to the block of units, not the best in Mallepa but certainly not the worst by far. The killing game must be a profitable one these days.
Trying not to look like a cop was one of the hardest things to do, the more you tried not to, the more you did. And the result would be half of the occupants of a set of units scurrying away before she made it thorough the entrance. And being a foreigner only made her stick out further, even when a good portion of the refugees were not of Asian decent.
Being so late proved a good thing in her cover, most were in there homes, asleep or trying to be. Gaining entry went without a hitch; she quickly scanned the names and numbers off to the side of the entrance. More then a little pleased that no one was around to raise the alarm or confront the single lone female that was obviously sneaking into the complex.
Gabrielle made her way as quietly as she could up the stairs the fifth level, her eyes darting around, searching every corner of the stairwell. Each darkened shadow caused her to momentarily flinch and she started have serious thoughts about coming back tomorrow in the day light, but that would defeat the purpose of her sneaky little spy mission while they were out.
The door in question was right in front of her. 'Should she do it? Just a quick look around, don't touch anything, just look and get the hell out.' she thought to herself.
Well she was here, may as well just do it. The suspicious looking girl delved into her pocket, bringing forth her faithful lock picking tool, nail files were the best invention since sliced bread as far as she was concerned.
After two minutes and a quite a few choice words the door clicked open, Gabe peered into the dimly lit interior, surprised at the décor.
"Hmph, killers with good taste, who would have seen that one coming?" she mumbled to herself.
The girl moved in and shut the door behind her, pulling out her Glock and holding it slightly out in front as she moved in deeper.
The light from another room let her see where she was going and she moved towards the source, quickly looking in Gabrielle noted the amazing circular fish tank in the centre of the room. Transfixed by the colours swirling around in the tank she approached.
Eager hungry mouths opened and closed inside their watery home, hopeful that they would be showered with those yummy flakes that mysteriously flooded the waters surface whenever the biped animal came close to them.
"Well look at you lot." she absently said, her fear lessening at the tranquil sight in front of her. "Your not blood sucking fishies by any chance are you?" she grinned at the harmless goldfish, imagining them turning into raging murderous piranha.
"No of course not, just your masters hey." she couldn't help herself, there was just something about those pleading looks and hungry little mouths that caused her to do it.
Gabrielle holstered her gun and reached over to the stand, grabbing the fish food, undid the lid and sprinkled more then a good dose of flakes into the tank.
"There, don't tell on me and we're all sweet ok." she smiled at the wet smacking sound they made as they greedily consumed as much as possible in the shortest amount of time off the waters surface.
"You know, I've already fed them tonight." Gabe's heart froze in fear at the voice behind her, in an instant her hand was on the holster as she turned towards the sound. But just as quick, he had her. The man rendered her almost immobile with one hand tightly gripping around her throat while the other fisted cruelly in Gabe's hair, dragging her head backwards and causing her to cry out in pain.
Gabrielle thought it was a bad decision on his behalf, that or he didn't know about the gun she barley managed to pull out and point at his ribcage.
Then Gabe understood his cockiness and lack of concern at her firearm, as she felt the gentle, cold pressure of a barrel resting against her temple. His accomplice was right there with him, gun cocked and finger on the trigger. She had no illusions that he wouldn't pull it, they had proven time and time again that they were killers.
Wether they were cop killers or not remained to be seen.
She chanced a fearful look to the one that held the gun on her, his calm eyes seemed to almost smile in amusement at her situation. He was shorter then the one that held her and his hair an unusual shade of blond for one of his race. He seemed less aggressive, more self assured then the auburn haired one who had her in a death grip. She found it disturbing to think him cute considering he had her in quite a panicked state of circumstance.
"Nice and easy young lady, hand me your gun." he serenely spoke, his words were level, no hint of any terror that she herself was feeling right now, and Gabe realised he was the one that had spoken in the first place.
The nervous woman swallowed the lump in her throat and slowly withdrew the gun from the mans ribs and raised the black Glock to the blond, barrel pointing harmlessly to the roof.
Her fingers opened wide and she surrendered her best form of defence to him, he quickly took it with a smile on his lips and kept his gun pressed against her temple. Then just to add insult to injury, pressed the nozzle of her own weapon firmly against her cheek.
Gabe's terrified gaze shifted from the double barrels menacing her face and returned to the silent suppressor in front of her, he had yet to talk and refused to let go of the cruel grip, his ice-cold blue glare told her he was in no hurry to either. Another mysterious factor on the men's features, their eyes. Not the usual colour for their race, like hers they were blue.
And his were locked on hers, unblinking and chilling in their intensity. They seemed to drill beyond her external barrier and penetrate deep into her character, into her mind. Making his decision on her worth and intentions that she was powerless to stop.
The cute blond who had her gun spoke again. "Tell me, who sent you and what for?" he queried.
Gabe's eyes darted around the face of her blue-eyed captor, what should she tell them? How much should she divulge of her errant mission? If she told them that nobody knew she was here, would they kill her knowing full well that they would get away with her murder?
Well they had gotten away with murder many times over now, and they were no closer to being caught then before.
Gabe decided on honesty to try and save her skin. "Detective Gabrielle Murdock, and I'm here following a lead to the gangland murders." she hesitantly replied.
His surprise was instantly noticeable, they seemed almost relieved to hear she was a police officer, maybe the boy lied about their involvement in the gunfights.
"A Detective." scoffed the gun wielding blond. "You're the police?" she turned her head slightly his way to see him smiling at her, clearly amused about the fact. Was it because she was a woman?
She knew their opinion on what the females of her nationality were suppose to be, whores, wanton and shameless with no respect for themselves or anyone else. Gabrielle looked at it from her side of the equator, she was free to say what she wanted and when she wanted to say it. The women of her country were restricted by no ones idea's on how they thought they should behave, they were free from restraint, free from oppression, free from tradition. She could see how some of the men of this country would see her rebellious nature as unbefitting because of what they were use to.
But that fact aside, Gabe felt her hackles rise at his haughtiness, so she sent him a daring glare. "Check my pocket." she challenged.
A slow smile spread across the blonds lips as he gazed at her and the request, his eyes moving leisurely down over her form to her hip pockets.
Finally he removed the guns from her face, un-cocking both triggers and holstering them down the front of his belt.
She could still feel the effects after the cold barrel was removed, and slowly her hand came up to timidly rub the indentations on her cheek.
Gabrielle looked back to the blue-eyed man still holding her tightly, his scrutiny continued throughout the whole process. 'He really did have unusual eyes.' she thought, but never did his restrictive grasp waver on her.
Her mind wandered dangerously, was this the so called vampire? Would he hold her so forcefully as he bit into her neck? Would his arms encircle her as she yielded to his hunger? Gabrielle tried not to stare into those blue depths of his but failed, she had not struggled once in his grip but still he held her so fiercely. He left her feeling totally unable to resist his strength, instead she rested her hands on his slender hips, gently, hopefully giving the impression of compliance.
The nervous girl felt the shorter one move in closer, but she refused to acknowledge that their near proximity caused her discomfort. His hand forced its way in between her and her captor and plunged into her front hip pocket.
Gabrielle's eyes widened in fright as he fumbled around getting awfully close to sensitive areas, and she had to wonder what the hell he was up to. Then his fingers seemed to slip purposely lower, delving over her folds, then she caught on to him.
"BACK POCKET! She squealed in alarm. "It's in my right, back pocket." her chest heaved in fright and Gabrielle tried in vain to remove his hand from their exploration by jiggling her hips away but it stayed securely deep and unmovable. But fortunately his movements stilled and she sent him a nervous look out of the corner of her eye, noticing the smug look still plastered on his face.
Then without removing his left hand from her front, he brought his right hand up to her butt and pushed his fingers down into back pocket.
This was about as close to being the meat in the sandwich that Gabe thought one ever could be. And to her horror, her bottom lip started to twitch in nervous agitation at her situation.
She felt his fingers close over her badge and to her relief, he pulled both hands out at the same time, studying the gold coloured emblem with a criticising eye and nodded slightly.
Blondie's brows arched in surprise. "So she is Sho." he simply said, and her gaze returned to blue eyes in front of her. 'So this one with the death grip was Sho, well the boy was right about one thing at least." she thought.
He released his hold on her and with a sudden shove, pushed her away from him like touching her was a repulsive thing. Gabrielle stumbled back a few feet before she halted her backward momentum, eyeing them both in uncertainty. What would they do now they knew she was a cop?
The blond, presumably Kei, never re-drew his guns on her, which meant they thought her less of a threat now then before. 'So cops weren't on the menu, nice to know that fact.' she thought. Either that or they knew that they had nothing on them.
"What are you doing here girl?" his accusing tone brought her back from her thoughts as he went over to examine her handy work on feeding his fish. A crease crossed his brow at her over indulgence, well she had felt sorry for them.
"I told you, I'm following a lead." she hesitantly replied. What could she come up with at a moments notice to make them believe they were not her targets for now.
"Someone said that you two might know something." she added.
'that sounded plausible.' she thought.
This Kei, gave a short laugh and turned towards her, slowly he ambled back to stand before the wary girl.
"And…who told you we might know something?" he purred, deliberately circling her. Gabrielle was quickly becoming frightened by their confidence, she had to keep in mind that they had no fear for their actions so far in the slightest, if they indeed were the ones.
All her past movie experiences of vampires came to mind, Nosferatu came in many chilling forms. Some were normal looking humans until their fangs came out, others were repulsive bat like creatures that caused sheer terror at the sight of them. Then there was the possibilities that these guys were just wacko's who got a thrill out of everyone thinking they were vampires.
Her thoughts returned to the cute blonds question, he was right in front of her now, his eyes searched her for the truth of her words.
"Um, just a street kid, but he was pretty vague on details, so it was just a hunch." Gabe tried to keep it as casual as possible, no pointing the finger directly at them.
Kei squinted unbelievingly at her, "So, on the vague reports of some street kid, you break into our home, and snoop around to your little hearts delight?" he was so close she could feel his warm breath on her face as he spoke.
'Oh yeah, there was that fact to.' she thought, and fidgeted as she sought another excuse.
Gabrielle looked over to the silent blue eyed man again, his obvious disdain for her had not diminished yet, he leant against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest as he scrutinized her still.
"Yeah well, your fish looked hungry." she sarcastically commented, returning her look to Kei and biting her bottom lip in frustration at the mediocre excuse to break in.
Kei grinned. "Did they now?" he was so close, so hopelessly, uncomfortably close. Gabe pulled her gaze away from him and lowered her head. 'I'll be damned if I want to have a staring competition with this guy.' she thought, and he was on to her for sure, she just knew it.
"Yep, real hungry." she added the futile answer in nevertheless.
The cute blond nodded, "Especially for blood sucking fishies." he quoted her words back to her.
Gabrielle's head shot up to meet his gaze, her heart thudded away at a great rate of knots in her chest. 'Oh sweet Jesus he heard that.' her mouth worked open and closed a few times but her excuses had run out. 'Now how the hell can I get out of this one?' she wondered.
The frightened girl decided, weapon or no weapon, she wanted out. Gabrielle lowered her head down, her eyes darted towards the doorway, just to confirm it had no obstructions, and without hesitation, she unexpectedly rammed the heel of her palm up into Kei's nose and instantaneously turned and bolted for the door.
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