She was probably far too curious for her own good, turning up to the station like this, in an orange bodycon and stilettos, but who cares, she felt good and would defiantly pass for 25. So strutting into the station she held her head high, ready for a grand entrance in front of the entire precinct. Pushing both the double doors at the same time posing in the entrance. A pair of constables barged past her comparing notes on a case. Another person, a crying woman came up behind Alexa rushing to get in, stumbling caught up in the movement and a restrictive skirt she managed to get in, and no werehunk in sight. Not many officers either, only a man at a reception desk, "Is um constable Sandulf around?" She ventured, maybe she didn't feel that sexy, barley managing to balance in the heels, as she bent over the desk. And what she thought was just a peep of cleavage, dove out in spades, onto the tall desk. "No but I can radio him in." The older officer acting as a receptionist picked up his ancient telephone "Can you call in Constable Sandulf and tell him his stripper informant is here." She was mortified, and frankly not that sexy. "No! Please don't pass that on. Or tell him I've been here." She marched out, not looking back. He better not walk round the corner and see her, she should just go to his place and pretend she doesn't even know where the station was.

Oh no, Tristan pulled up his car to see a very damp she wolf waiting by his door. His gaze moved over her vibrant orange and caramel curves but rested on her shivering red lacquered lips, she'd never admit to being cold, or tired of waiting for him, this was going to be a struggle. "Alexa get in here a take that silly thing off."

"It's not silly." She sniffed indignant, but melting very quickly to his arm that encompassed her smaller shoulders. He could feel her shiver into him and hoped she was glad of the heat he could share as he escorted her in.

Alexa welcomed the hot toddy, the blanket, and the dry yet unflattering clothing, as she nestled onto the lazing rustic adonis' lap. She reached to scratch his progressing sandy brown beard, "You were going to tell me more about this war."

"Which I've lived through far too many."

"The one that matters."

"Well the war on crime is a doosey, I don't think you're ready to handle my tales of the boys in blue, and the sinister paperwork."

"Not that one but, why bother becoming an officer if you hate the written work?"

"Why not?"

"Well I have my reasons, I guess they're not exactly applicable to you but…" She trailed off and shrugged.
"Did we finally get to a race thing?" He took one of her smaller hands in his and admired the differences between them, hers had no scars, were smaller, softer, with long feminine fingers, perfectly manicured strong nails, but the difference in colour was only marginal.

"Yes…"

"What happened?"

"Nothing."

"Who am I going to tell?" He caught her eyes in his, earnest open ones.

"When I was 9 D had taken us to Floria for a taste of sunshine, and to track a Mayaimi recipe for a fish liver based vampire poison. Surprise we encountered some vampires and had to think fast. I was separated, a little lost kid in a hoodie, until I saw a vampire follow a couple down an alley. I did what I do."

"At 9?"

"Yes, I dispatched the vampire but the couple were still screaming, and a 'cop' showed up. There was a lot of blood, on the man and the woman. They shot at the man first, she tried screaming at the officer to stop, he turned on her. I stood up… I was lucky enough to have my heeling factor but of the couple, neither survived. D tried to look the incident up, it didn't even make the news."

"We're not in America."

"I've had run-ins in Russia, France… India was a strange one, hiding my hair seemed to help."

"Were you doing anything illegal?"

"Like vigilanteism? Saving people from vampire attacks, always." She glared at him. "Well what would you like me to do, tell off every policeman from every country?"

"No. I just respect that I don't respect them."

"What about me?"

"You're an immature goofball anyway."

"So I have to teach you how to respect me?"

"And this hot drink recipe." She smirked back up at him with a with an adorable small smile, her lips moist and glistening as she licked the remnants of her sweet drink, he leant in to taste it for himself.