"Dr. Cullen?" Hopkins stood nervously on the other side of the door. "May I speak with you a moment?"
The door opened, cautiously. A young man who was so attractive that Hopkins could picture every woman he knew running up to him and begging him to bite them stood in front of him.
"Inspector Hopkins." The Inspector introduced himself. "I'm supposed to help you save London from a bunch of vampires."
Cullen nodded. "I see. Come on in." He studied the Inspector curiously for a moment. "You're newly turned, aren't you?" He asked.
Hopkins blinked. "I think I was bitten last night, if that's what you're asking."
"And yet you seem so in control." Cullen commented. "You should be half mad from the thirst."
"Thirst?" Hopkins asked. "Oh, you mean that feeling that someone lit a fire in my throat? Yeah, that's kind of annoying."
"Have you been around any humans since you've been turned?" Cullen asked.
"Yeah, down at the Yard. Gregson, and Bradstreet. Not Jones, though. He doesn't want to be involved in any of this, you know."
Cullen looked puzzled. "And you didn't bite any of them?"
Hopkins thought for a minute. "No. Although I thought about it when Gregson said I was going to start sparkling in the sunlight."
Cullen looked even more confused. "They know about you, then?"
"That I'm a vampire? Yeah. Bradstreet was all set to help me find a coffin until we found out I don't have to worry about bursting into flames in the sunlight. They just said I could go feed off of that murderer that's probably going to get off. I told them I wasn't that hungry yet."
Cullen stared at the other vampire. "Are you serious?" He finally asked.
Disclaimer: Sherlock and the boys at the Yard do not belong to me.