A/N: Just realized I forgot to add a disclaimer to the fic so here goes…
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, just a couple of characters that you'll see pop up throughout the fic from time to time..
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Chapter 4:
He didn't reply immediately. He was quiet for a few seconds before he spoke again. "What makes you think these are vampires?"
I shook my head. "I know it, Ray. The way these people were killed….no human is that strong."
He waved my comment away. "Pan. You're getting all worked up over nothing. We are the last vampires. That's the end of it."
I frowned. "Okay. Fine. If you don't want to believe me then don't. I came here tonight because I was certain you'd want to help me out. But I'll just have to get to the bottom of this myself." I stood up and headed towards the door.
"Pan, wait." Something in his voice made me stop dead in my tracks.
"It would be better if you didn't."
I raised an eyebrow. I didn't like being told what to do, and he knew it. "Ray, you know how stubborn I am. If I want to get to the bottom of something I will. You can't stop me." I shrug.
"I know I can't stop you," he said calmly. "No one can. But I can warn you. It is better to just leave things the way they are. You'll just end up getting hurt."
I stared at him. He knew quite well how I powerful I was. I was the one who was going to get hurt? What a thing to say. Unless…there was something he wasn't telling me. But I really didn't care. Ray's strange behavior was starting to get on my nerves. I was determined to find out what was happening, and Ray was just being foolish if he thought he could try to stop me.
"Goodbye Ray," I said, my voice equally calm. "This conversation is now over. Look, I know you're just trying to watch out for me but honestly, I can take care of myself. " And with that, I walked out of his apartment.
Halfway down the corridor I turned and looked back. He was still standing there, watching me. For a second, I thought I saw his eyes turn blood red. I blinked and the moment was gone. He gave a small wave and went back inside.
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Now I was back on the streets of Chicago at almost two a.m. I was not even sure where to begin my search, relying only on my keen senses to guide me. Also, Ray's odd behavior troubled me. Completely lost in my thoughts, I never noticed the police cruiser pull up next to me.
A young cop sticks his head out the passenger side. "What are you doing here this time of night, young lady?"
I try to appear anxious. "My car, I can't remember where I've parked it. Perhaps you can help me find it?"
He looks me over from head to foot, but I doubt he notices the bloodstains on my black clothes. Finally he shrugs, saying, "Hop in the back and I'll take you back to your car."
I consider just ripping open his veins right there and giving myself a snack after dinner. He'd never know what hit him. But he is lucky, because at the moment I happen to be quite full. And I don't like staining my clothes unless I have to, so I do as he says. I see him studying me in the rearview mirror critically. "Where's your car?"
"I just told you I'm not exactly sure. But it can't be more than a few blocks."
"What did you say your name was?"
I give him a small smirk. "I didn't. It's Pan Son."
As we pass by a red Honda I tell him to stop. He does, but then he turns to face me. I take in his features as he sits there contemplating what to say. His eyes—they startle me for a second. They are perhaps the bluest eyes I have ever seen, incredibly deep and thoughtful. Pure, I realize with a pang. I almost wince at the enormity of it. It contrasts to my own evil aura quite well. I am amused.
"Pan. I have a few questions for you. Now, you say you have been looking for your car. About fifteen minutes ago a young man reported that his friend was attacked by someone who fits your description. What do you have to say about that?"
I grimace. "I know nothing about it. How was he killed?"
He frowns. "Violently. Do you really expect me to believe your story about your car?"
"Yes," I say clearly, in my most soothing voice. Already I can feel him wanting to believe me. I lower my voice to a hush, pushing his belief buttons. "It is the truth."
He nods, a bit dazed. But he is strong, I can tell. He doesn't respond to my signals as quickly as others would have. And he is still full of doubt, I know it.
"Pan, can you give me a contact number? We might have more questions to ask you later. For now, however, you're free to go."
I actually give him the correct number. In fact, I am feeling generous and so I even give him my correct address. I eye the piece of paper he thrusts into my hand. It contains the address of the police station he belongs to. On it is simply written Briefs. Interesting name. Then I hop out of his cruiser and back into the night. The Honda door is locked, but I open it with a hard yank and slip behind the wheel. With two fingers I break the ignition switch. I watch his car behind me in the rearview mirror, his head bent as he furiously scribbles something down. Probably my license plate number. Before he can even look up, I start the ignition and speed off, already two blocks away…
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A/N: Well there you have it, finally Trunks is in the picture! More of him in the next chappy. Review!