The office itself was dimly lit, blinds drawn and a small lamp bringing the only sight of light. From what she could gather, the room was definitely not cleaned in awhile. If it had, it must still look this way due to unkempt tidiness. She stepped forward, the door closing behind her. She could not lie that she felt an uneasiness that swept her at that moment. She was lurking in somewhere she felt she had no jurisdiction in doing so, despite what she had signed and resigned herself to doing.

"Hello?" She questioned, frowning at the lack of anyone inside the office during daytime hours. She almost turned back to call to Deputy Chan that Inspector Layton wasn't here, but she was surprised by the turning of the office chair to reveal what she suspected was her new mentor. Quelling whatever fears she had in herself—she was a big girl after all—she smiled to him. "Hi, are you Inspector Layton?"

"Quite so. I take it you're the assistant that the memo I received yesterday spoke of." His voice was velvet, though she would have never determined that at first glance. He wore a strange ensemble of sweater and lab coat, with his medium length hair in a ponytail. It was still hard to determine his features, though she could see a bit of stubble when he moved his hand away from his chin. "Lucy Baker."

"The memo from yesterday?" Lucy frowned, still not moving from her position, "I only just accepted the position two minutes ago."

"Commissioner Barton told me it was possible—said you had a spirit like a coursing river when it came to this job, despite your lack of marks. It had been decided since yesterday that you would most likely be my assistant. It just came to your acceptance." He stood immediately, "I do apologize of how strange this position is. I've never had a permanent donor, so we'll both be on the cusp of new boundaries. Don't feel like you have to go into formalities when addressing me though."

For a vampire, he was friendly. Friendly enough at first glance. Perhaps he was being friendly because he couldn't risk losing her—not like she couldn't leave anyway. The contract was binding. If not the one she signed, then the one she had when she first signed up to work here.

"Can I call you Prof?" She inquired, which caused him to frown. "You know, since you'll be teaching me new things like a Professor."

"Yes well, I wouldn't quite say that it's necessarily appropriate. My father is a professor himself." He tried to reason, but Lucy saw it as an unfit excuse

"Well, you said no formalities. I'm going to call you Prof. Not like you can get rid of me anyway." She said before she could control herself. The Prof only scoffed.

"No, I suppose not." He waited for a moment, staring at her—more specifically, her neck. Seeing as she made no movements, he seemed to determine he had to make the moves. "I'm going to have to have you sit on the sofa over there. I can't allow for you to fall for your first feeding." She complied without question, sidestepping to the sofa and taking a seat.

"Is there anything I should know beforehand?" She queried, eying him cautiously. If the Commissioner's words were to follow, he most likely hadn't fed in awhile. Anything could go wrong.

"It won't hurt as much as you may be assuming. It'll also leave a scar where I penetrate your flesh." He pointed to her neck, more specifically her carotid artery. "I will have to request that you unbotton the top two buttons of your coat and bring the collar down for easier access." He made no move in doing it himself, in which she was grateful for. Even with his intentions murky at first glance, he was still some form of a gentleman. Obliging to his command, she unbuttoned the first two buttons of her emerald coat.

"What now?" She asked breathlessly, looking back to him.

"I'll handle the rest, Lucy." He murmured, bringing her close to him. It wasn't enough to necessarily warrant questionable reasoning, though it was close enough that he was able to bite into her pale flesh. She let out a loud yelp—he had most definitely lied to her about the pain—but the Prof held her still by holding her wrists down with a force she didn't think he could have. It was quite the dizzying experience, for it felt odd for the blood sucked, let alone his cold skin against her own neck. However, she knew that she had to resign to this and attempted to settle as comfortable as possible as the warm blood escaped her throat.

It was a challenge for him to restrain himself.

As she was warned by the Commissioner, he certainly hadn't fed for awhile and continued to take and take. Even for Lucy's lack of knowledge on vampires, it surely shouldn't last as long as she was forced to deal with. It felt like an eternity till he released, taking a handkerchief he had in his lab coat pocket and wiping off her skin. Feeling her consciousness evade her, she slumped across his lap, fainting. He looked down to her with a sigh, realizing his lack of tact.

"Sorry, Lucy." He muttered, licking his teeth clean of the remaining blood. "You taste wonderful. Better than her. Probably from those stupid customs." He spoke to himself, more specifically of the olden customs in which private donors would taste a specific way to differ them from public donors. They were mere customs that were of the past. Sighing, he lifted her head slowly and replaced his lap with a pillow, leaving her to be for a moment.

—

Lucy woke to a pounding headache and a trembling body, covered in a light blanket that the Prof must have placed. The Prof was sitting in front of her, sitting in his office chair, a case file in hand. She attempted to sit up, but she was disoriented, so she fell back down in pain, whining slightly over the stretching of the still fresh bite marks.

"I wouldn't get up if I were you, Lucy." Had this been a different scenario, those words would have been terrifying.

"You lied to me. That really hurt, you know?" She grumbled, clutching her head. The initial pain had disappeared, leaving in its place a dull throb.

"No, I don't." He said a little too quickly, shutting the case file immediately and tossing it on the coffee table. He picked up a glass with what looked like a strange concoction and brought it close to her. Upon examination, it was a shake. A strange looking shake. "I took a guess and brought you the chocolate flavor of this shake. It will help you with reorientation and give you back the nutrients I took."

"How long was I out?" She inquired as she attempted to sit up once more, the disorientation not as strong as it was at the beginning. She took the drink from his hands and took a sip. It was chocolate, as he had mentioned. Tasty as well, she thought to herself as she drank some more.

"For a few seconds. Afterwards, you closed your eyes again for roughly 10 minutes, fatigue easily striking. Longer than I thought, but it could have been longer with the amount I was taking from you." He scratched the back of his head, suddenly shy, "I apologize."

"What for?" She placed the now finished glass next to the case file. "I signed up for this, didn't I?"

"I was a little overzealous. Too overzealous." He responded, sheepish now. "For all my hunger, I know you're still brand new to this. You just found out my kind exists, let alone It's not fair for me to have lied, no less took more than I should have."

"Ee, you were hungry. People who are hungry do things they wouldn't do normally all the time. Vampires are no exception to the rule, I suppose." She felt better after the shake-whatever was in it definitely had quite the punch. "Could I ask some questions though?"

"Sure. Whether you get an answer is a different story." His eyes sparkled in amusement, knowing that he was playing with her. He definitely did have a change of color when he had a his fix. Earlier, it looked as though he was ready to rip her head off.

"When did you become a vampire?"

"Four years ago during a case." His eyes darkened slightly at the mention, but it was gone as quick as it came. That was something she was sure she wouldn't be able to prod at, lest she want him to clam up. "Long story short I am a vampire now. I've had to live with it."

"Any powers like the stories say?" He chuckled at that.

"I can walk in the sun, it'll just feel like a light prick to the skin unless I haven't fed. As for powers, nothing I can think of. Just a handicap of having to feed off blood."

"Nothing you can think of or you just don't want to tell me?" She inquired.

"That's up for you to decide, Lucy." He glanced at the clock on the wall, "Now we have a case waiting for us."

"A case?" Blimey, she almost forgot what she came here for in the first place from being enamoured over her new predicament.

"Surely you remember the other half of why you're also still sitting here. You're a Detective Constable, my dear." He motioned towards the file, "Sandy Aldwich is calling us for justice."