Enter Xandman
Jake looked dumbfounded for a moment, like his mom had just walked into the room and caught him looking at pornography. He shook his head for a moment, and looked back down to the woman. He took her hand and placed it firmly up on the wound.
"Keep the pressure going," he commanded. Jake stood up, straightening himself up and put his pistol back into his holster. "I'm Lieutenant Jake McClain. I'm with the LAPD," he proudly announced. He pointed over to the dead guy behind the couch, "That man had a hold of the woman, and broke into your house. I had no choice but to kill him."
Xander looked at the dead man, and saw that he was no man at all. And he sure as hell wasn't dead. It was a vampire. He learned about these things sophmore year of High School, with Buffy Summers. The Vampire Slayer. Together, with Buffy, Willow, and Giles, they destroyed demons, saved the world from Apocalypses over and over again. But, it didn't mean that she would live forever. He shook that thought out of his head, when the vampire jumped back up, yelling to get attention.
Jake grabbed his gun again, aimed, and shot two bullets into the vampire. It did nothing.
"Oh, yeah, good one, detective. It's a vampire! You can't kill it with bullets!" Xander screamed, punching the vampire as it came towards him. The vampire tripped over his couch, buying Xander some time. Xander went into the kitchen counter, pulling out a stake. He gripped the wood in his hand and charged forward at vampire. The vampire jumped up, punching Xander, and slingshot him into his wall, making a few pictures fall.
"A vampire? Are you serious?" Jake asked, and then saw the vampire slam the guy into the wall. The vampire turned and looked at Jake. He growled at Jake, showing it's fangs. That showed him that he was indeed, a vampire. He went into shock, he couldn't believe it. The nightmares he would have of these creatures after watching a movie about them had come true. It was true all along. The vampire grabbed Jake by the collar of his shirt, hissing at him. Jake let out a yell, just before the vampire stabbed it's fangs into Jake. He let out a louder cry.
The vampire started to suck his blood, and it was so painful, Jake thought he would die from the pain, not the loss of blood. But the, pain was cut short, as Xander jumped up, stake in hand, and slammed it into the vampire's heart from behind. The vampire's head shot back, ripping some skin from Jake's neck, and letting blood trail down his dark skin. The vampire exploded into ashes, letting out one final hiss. The ashes fell onto Xander's floor and he sighed, in exhaustion and in pain. Xander looked up at the cop, raising a brow.
Jake stood in shock when he saw the vampire explode into dust. Jake had his hand placed over his neck wound, putting pressure on it immediately after the vampire pulled away. Damn, that hurt. Then Jake remembered the woman with the same neck wound. He looked to where he left her, but she was gone. He sighed.
"Damnit!" Jake exclaimed.
Xander looked over to the blood stain on his carpet. Xander thought that Jake was pissed about that.
"Ah, don't worry about it. I've got something that can take that stain right out. But thanks for the concern," Xander offered a smile.
Jake shot a glare at him.
"I'm talking about the woman with the bite marks. She's gone and I didn't get a chance to interview her," Jake snapped.
Another thought entered Jake's mind.
"Will I turn into a vampire? You know, since he bit me?" Jake asked, scared as hell about what Xander's answer would be. Everything he's ever seen about vampires, whenever one bites a victim, they start to turn into one.
But, Xander shook his head. "Nah, you've gotta be near death and drink from their blood. But, that is a pretty nasty cut," Xander said, checking the wound out. He motioned his head to the kitchen, "Come on. I've got a first- aid kit."
Jake nodded, following the guy into his kitchen. Xander went over to a cabinet attached to the wall and ceiling, opening it, he pulled out a white first-aid kit with a red cross symbol on it. He placed it on his counter, shut the cabinet, and then proceeded to open it. Jake went over and leaned against the sink.
Xander took out some hydrogen peroxide and cotton balls. He uncaps the peroxide and pours it onto a cotton ball, it soaking the ball and his fingertips.
"So…what'd you say your name was again?" Xander inquired as he lifted the drenched cotton ball up to the officer's neck and cleaned the cut.
"Jake. Jake McClain," Jake replied. "What about you? What's your name?"
"I'm Xander. Xander Harris. You live around here or something?" Xander putting the cotton ball down and reaching for some clear band aids in the opaque kit. He rips the wrapping off of them, and starts applying them to Jake's neck.
"Yeah. I live upstairs. I think exactly over this apartment," Jake thought out loud. Xander threw him a look. "What?"
"Oh, so you're the guy with all the girls at night. The way it sounded, it was like you were watching porn REALLLLY loud," Xander grinned. "Maybe I should become a cop."
Jake smiled, remembering this one girl he brought home once. She was so damn loud. Jake thought she was faking it when they started out, but the way things were going, there was no way she could be faking it. That many times either.
"Nah, the stress will get to ya, man. But, then again, you must have had a lot of stress if you've grown up with vampires."
"I didn't necessarily grow up with them. I learned about them in the 10th grade," Xander's words seemed to drift off as he thought back to 1997. Before Buffy came along and changed his world forever. He smoothed the band aid on to his neck and stepped back. "There ya go. Just call me Dr. Harris."
"Thanks man," Jake grinned, standing straight up again. "So, how did you find out about these things?"
Xander let out a deep sigh.
"Well, come on and sit down. It's a long story…"
Jake looked dumbfounded for a moment, like his mom had just walked into the room and caught him looking at pornography. He shook his head for a moment, and looked back down to the woman. He took her hand and placed it firmly up on the wound.
"Keep the pressure going," he commanded. Jake stood up, straightening himself up and put his pistol back into his holster. "I'm Lieutenant Jake McClain. I'm with the LAPD," he proudly announced. He pointed over to the dead guy behind the couch, "That man had a hold of the woman, and broke into your house. I had no choice but to kill him."
Xander looked at the dead man, and saw that he was no man at all. And he sure as hell wasn't dead. It was a vampire. He learned about these things sophmore year of High School, with Buffy Summers. The Vampire Slayer. Together, with Buffy, Willow, and Giles, they destroyed demons, saved the world from Apocalypses over and over again. But, it didn't mean that she would live forever. He shook that thought out of his head, when the vampire jumped back up, yelling to get attention.
Jake grabbed his gun again, aimed, and shot two bullets into the vampire. It did nothing.
"Oh, yeah, good one, detective. It's a vampire! You can't kill it with bullets!" Xander screamed, punching the vampire as it came towards him. The vampire tripped over his couch, buying Xander some time. Xander went into the kitchen counter, pulling out a stake. He gripped the wood in his hand and charged forward at vampire. The vampire jumped up, punching Xander, and slingshot him into his wall, making a few pictures fall.
"A vampire? Are you serious?" Jake asked, and then saw the vampire slam the guy into the wall. The vampire turned and looked at Jake. He growled at Jake, showing it's fangs. That showed him that he was indeed, a vampire. He went into shock, he couldn't believe it. The nightmares he would have of these creatures after watching a movie about them had come true. It was true all along. The vampire grabbed Jake by the collar of his shirt, hissing at him. Jake let out a yell, just before the vampire stabbed it's fangs into Jake. He let out a louder cry.
The vampire started to suck his blood, and it was so painful, Jake thought he would die from the pain, not the loss of blood. But the, pain was cut short, as Xander jumped up, stake in hand, and slammed it into the vampire's heart from behind. The vampire's head shot back, ripping some skin from Jake's neck, and letting blood trail down his dark skin. The vampire exploded into ashes, letting out one final hiss. The ashes fell onto Xander's floor and he sighed, in exhaustion and in pain. Xander looked up at the cop, raising a brow.
Jake stood in shock when he saw the vampire explode into dust. Jake had his hand placed over his neck wound, putting pressure on it immediately after the vampire pulled away. Damn, that hurt. Then Jake remembered the woman with the same neck wound. He looked to where he left her, but she was gone. He sighed.
"Damnit!" Jake exclaimed.
Xander looked over to the blood stain on his carpet. Xander thought that Jake was pissed about that.
"Ah, don't worry about it. I've got something that can take that stain right out. But thanks for the concern," Xander offered a smile.
Jake shot a glare at him.
"I'm talking about the woman with the bite marks. She's gone and I didn't get a chance to interview her," Jake snapped.
Another thought entered Jake's mind.
"Will I turn into a vampire? You know, since he bit me?" Jake asked, scared as hell about what Xander's answer would be. Everything he's ever seen about vampires, whenever one bites a victim, they start to turn into one.
But, Xander shook his head. "Nah, you've gotta be near death and drink from their blood. But, that is a pretty nasty cut," Xander said, checking the wound out. He motioned his head to the kitchen, "Come on. I've got a first- aid kit."
Jake nodded, following the guy into his kitchen. Xander went over to a cabinet attached to the wall and ceiling, opening it, he pulled out a white first-aid kit with a red cross symbol on it. He placed it on his counter, shut the cabinet, and then proceeded to open it. Jake went over and leaned against the sink.
Xander took out some hydrogen peroxide and cotton balls. He uncaps the peroxide and pours it onto a cotton ball, it soaking the ball and his fingertips.
"So…what'd you say your name was again?" Xander inquired as he lifted the drenched cotton ball up to the officer's neck and cleaned the cut.
"Jake. Jake McClain," Jake replied. "What about you? What's your name?"
"I'm Xander. Xander Harris. You live around here or something?" Xander putting the cotton ball down and reaching for some clear band aids in the opaque kit. He rips the wrapping off of them, and starts applying them to Jake's neck.
"Yeah. I live upstairs. I think exactly over this apartment," Jake thought out loud. Xander threw him a look. "What?"
"Oh, so you're the guy with all the girls at night. The way it sounded, it was like you were watching porn REALLLLY loud," Xander grinned. "Maybe I should become a cop."
Jake smiled, remembering this one girl he brought home once. She was so damn loud. Jake thought she was faking it when they started out, but the way things were going, there was no way she could be faking it. That many times either.
"Nah, the stress will get to ya, man. But, then again, you must have had a lot of stress if you've grown up with vampires."
"I didn't necessarily grow up with them. I learned about them in the 10th grade," Xander's words seemed to drift off as he thought back to 1997. Before Buffy came along and changed his world forever. He smoothed the band aid on to his neck and stepped back. "There ya go. Just call me Dr. Harris."
"Thanks man," Jake grinned, standing straight up again. "So, how did you find out about these things?"
Xander let out a deep sigh.
"Well, come on and sit down. It's a long story…"