Because it was requested and I had nothing better to do, here's a brief extension of "Cops(e)" from Henry's perspective. Though I still want to rework the original ending…

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The whirring sound of sirens held a piercing tone that couldn't quite be blocked out, even with the windows and doors of his car sealed tightly shut. He allowed his mind to wander as he pulled around the corner and reached another red light - what did sirens sound like to normal human ears? He had no doubt that they were annoying but they couldn't possibly be as annoying to mortals as they were to him. Mortal ears were sensitive - well, somewhat - but they weren't that sensitive.

He inched the car forward and through the intersection, his eyes catching sight of flashing lights just past the next building. In spite of himself, he was curious - and the building the lights were located next to was his destination anyway.

Pulling the car into the building's parking lot, Henry shut off the engine and clamoured from the car. The instant he opened the door, the scent of blood - freshly spilled blood - assaulted his sense. His head spun to face the flashing police lights and the ear assaulting sirens and his nostrils flared. Murder, then. It was the only explanation for a scent that strong. Violently committed murder.

His sense spread out beyond the lifeless body of the victim to feel the bodies that were moving around the scene as he approached. There were a lot of people around but then, it was a murder scene and a lot of people were expected to be seen around murder scenes. There was always too much motion around murders. Too many people; too many busy-bodies who had nothing to do with anything that was happening. Too many people who had been desensitised to death and who didn't realise that they could easily be next.

From his spot close to the building and far away from the police line tape, Henry could see all that was going on at the scene. The scent of blood was still heavy in the air, though he could see that the body itself had been taken away. Where the murder had been committed, or at least, where the body had fallen, the snow was crimson and brown, churned by too many feet so that it had almost been cleared to the dead ground below the layer of fluffy white.

There were two people talking - more arguing, really - in front of one of the cars on the scene. He squinted through the flashing red and blue lights as the beacon inside the plastic casing atop the car the man and woman were near turned toward him. She clearly didn't want to do something - he could tell as much from here, though there was so much noise that he couldn't make out their conversation from the rest of the conversations around him.

The woman began heading for the copse a moment later and Henry frowned as he watched her. The stance she had adopted was intriguing. It was one that he'd seen many times - the self-assured body language that usually spoke more strongly of arrogance and the need to prove something than of experience. It was unusual on a woman and, if he moved to the side just so… Her face told him that the posture came from experience and not from arrogance. Well, not from pure arrogance, though there was definitely arrogance there. How interesting.

Henry allowed his awareness of the life on the scene to extend to the copse as the young woman entered into it. A few moments later, he was inside of the copse itself, the leaves of the trees behind him rustling as though a wind had blown through them instead of a person. There was something not right about a presence in here. Something vaguely… Untrustworthy. It wasn't a sense that he normally got from humans, though it was something that he recognised in himself.

"Leave," he whispered under his breath, his eyes tracing the woman's progress through the trees. She was relying on the flashlight in her hand to guide her through the trees - it was amazing how dependant humanity was on objects. He couldn't remember having ever been so dependant on something that wasn't his own body and wit. Something about this age had taken away from the human race, to make people more reliable on material things than themselves. Another interesting thing that he hadn't bothered to observe before.

The presence that he had spoken to had fled when it - he - had realised that someone knew that he was there. It probably made things more difficult for the police but at least one of their number wouldn't be injured… Much.

Henry rolled his eyes as he turned back to look at the detective. She'd fallen into a rabbit hole. How incredibly typical of a modern city person, to not realise the secrets that a heavy snowfall could hide. Still, there was something appealing about the way she stood there, stock still as though she had heard him enter the trees.

Henry realised with a start that she had. She had noticed the wind blowing through the trees, and had either not realised that it was the wind, or she was just jumpy enough that she couldn't dismiss it as being something natural. He moved again, making just enough noise to let the woman know that she wasn't alone. He needed to get a closer look at this strange woman.

Feeling rather bold, though Henry knew that it was stupid because she was likely to think that he was the perpetrator that she was looking for, he took a step forward and put a hand on her shoulder. He hadn't expected the speed in which the woman's reflexes had kicked in though, and grunted, shooting his hand out to catch her wrist even as he realised that she had hit him directly in the solar plexus with her elbow.

'Note to self; do not tangle with Metro P.D. in the future.' Aloud though, he said softly, "I'm not going to hurt you, Detective."

He was pretty sure that she didn't believe him - he wouldn't have believed him either, had he been in her place - and so, after a moment's hesitation in which he wondered if it was the wisest thing to do, consented when she ordered him to release her and step back. He frowned at the way in which she moved when she turned to face him. He was sure that she'd injured herself when she'd fallen into the rabbit hole, but a moment later he was cringing as her flashlight lingered too long close to his eyes. Cursed technology.

"Your name and your reason for being here," the woman ordered. She had a strong presence - it was amazing - but he could tell that coming here had been one of the stupidest things he'd done in the past decade or so, and he quickly tried to fix it.

It was a shame her will was so strong that she didn't fall victim to his hypnosis.

Before he knew what he was doing, Henry had lifted the woman around the waist and rushed to the edge of the copse with her. It wouldn't do to leave a lady trying to wade through the snow with a hurt ankle after all. Then, impulsively, he kissed her softly on the forehead.

"Merry Christmas, may we meet again," he whispered, lips as close to her shell of her ear as they could be without touching them. He could practically hear her mind reeling as it tried to catch up with what it had just seen, and he knew that she would be pushing the incident away as exhaustion or something like it. Most adult minds couldn't comprehend the reality of the existence of vampires. They were too set in their own, close-minded idea of 'reality.'

It was almost a shame, Henry mused as he darted back to the building that had been his original destination, pausing only to watch as the woman got into the car with the man he assumed was her partner, and they began to prepare to drive off. He would be quite interested in seeing what hid behind such a strong will.

End. Really.

Much more satisfied with this one. Enjoy!