That's A Cop I'd Like To Fuck

"Mr. X or whoever you are, you die today." Tension descended upon the tunnel as dark tentacles bursts out of Malachi's back. "By the will of Count Solomon, today, one of us departs the world of the living."

"Hey! Hey!" Target exclaimed. "An agreement has been reached. There must be no fighting."

"And how will you stop me?" Malachi took a step forward, his tentacles writhing behind him.

"Ooooh!" Mr. X drawled like a kid at a playground. "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" He began chanting.

"Mr. Malachi." Target declared, officious like. "You are in clear violation of rule number three. You shall be banned from five consecutive auctions."

"Do I look like I care?" Malachi took another step and the tension became a physical force pressing down on the gathered vampires.

"Err...He's not coming for me, right?" Mr. X glanced around like a scared kid. "Somebody, do something."

Is this an act or is he really scared? Somehow, I can't tell.

"Stop!" Target shouted as Malachi took another step.

"Stop!" Another step!

"Stop or I shoot!" Malachi took another step as Mr. X backed away, his body language radiating terror.

Step.

Step.

Step.

"Stop where you are." A feminine voice whispered from directly behind Ezra's ear and the pressure present dispersed like poisoned gas.

Ezra turned his head around wildly as much as his chains allowed but couldn't find anyone. Judging by the fact that everyone was looking around, it seems like the voice whispered from behind everyone at the same time.

Ezra shivered. What is this? A ghost story? This isn't ominous. Not a single bit! He shivered again.

The black zone fell apart like the curtain at a theatre to reveal a surprising scene.

In addition to Officer Target's cop car, another four cars surrounded the tunnel, two on each entrance, their lights flashing red and blue.

Ezra could see the silhouette of single vampires in each of the four cars except one.

Standing in front of the lone car was a beautiful vampire lady. The white uniform of the First City police force tightened in the right places leaving an alluring figure that mesmerized everyone present. She radiated an aura of competence as her dark blue hair which matched Ezra's was pulled into a ponytail.

Her cap was tilted to one side, balancing precariously on her head. Her belt tightened around her waist, accentuating her hourglass figure. Her red eyes spun alluringly, drawing attention to her matching red lips.

Now that's a cop I'd like to fuck.

"Captain!" Target dropped to a knee.

"Well done, Officer Target." The captain nodded at him before turning to Malachi. "Stand down. Tell Count Solomon that I'm in charge of this auction."

Malachi backed away slowly with both hands held up. "As you wish." His deep voice rumbled, coming from his small stature.

Ah. I see. The vampire police department is actually a corrupt faction hiding among the human police force. Can't these vampires be the normal cape wearing, solitary dudes called Dracula or something?

"Cash or bank transfer?" The captain turned to Mr. X.

"Thank you!" Mr. X fell to his knees and swooned like a maiden from a romance novel. "I'd like to make a transfer."

After receiving the necessary details, Mr. X brought out the latest coin sized smartphone and made the transfer.

"This concludes our auction for today. Congratulations, Mr. X." captain whispered, her voice coming from behind everyone.

"Oh man! This was a wild ride." Mr. X cheered before pausing. "Wait a minute... won't Mr. short, dark and scary try to attack us when you leave?"

"Don't worry Mr. X. We'll escort you to your destination."

"Right. Right. Where was I going?" He scratched his head in confusion before turning to the trio he just claimed. "Where were you guys going again?"

There was silence as the three vampires in question stared at him.

What does he want? Is he letting us go? That can't be right. No one spends two hundred million credits on a whim.

"We're going to the City Lord's domain." Genesis answered. "Will you be letting us go?"

"Letting you go?" Mr. X asked in confusion. "Why would I do that?"

Called it.

"What do you guys want at the City Lord's domain anyways?"

"We want to register our newly turned mate." Olivia answered. "What do you want from us?"

Mr. X looked around at the small crowd watching him. Sarah, Malachi and the flower shop girls looked on at him. "Let's forget about that for now. No one wants an illegal vampire running around. Onward! To the City Lord's domain!" He placed one hand on his hip and pointed while staring forward like an explorer on the cover of an adventure novel.

"Should we proceed to the transfer of chains?" Target asked.

"No need. I brought my own chains." Mr. X walked to them and touched Olivia. A tattoo of chains snaked from his arms, transferring to Olivia's neck where it glowed red. He took a step and transferred another chain tattoo to Genesis' neck.

When he stepped in front of Ezra, he paused. "Ah. Sorry. No chains for you. It'll be pretty cruel to chain up a newborn. I don't want child services to be called up here." He chuckled. "Cheer up kid." He slapped Ezra on the cheek twice.

"Ha!" Genesis laughed. "That was funny."

Funny? Funny?! He slapped me! This dude just compared me to a child! Ezra gritted his teeth as his eyes turned a fiery red. Whatever happens here today. I'll have my revenge. Rage turned in his chest. Ezra could not explain it. If he had still been human, he probably would've let it go but now as a vampire, a heady feeling filled his head urging him on.

"Is that bloodlust I feel?" Mr. X laughed. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Ezra?" Olivia turned her head to stare at him. "Don't do anything. Don't make a move. Think with your head not your heart."

"What's this?" Genesis growled. "Let him unleash the beast inside. Show him Ezra! Show him what it means to be a vampire!" Genesis laughed as the two men stared at each other.

Mr. X on one side with his red hood and blank iron mask, his body language displaying nonchalance.

Ezra on the other side, his face twisted in fury, held back only by the chains of Officer Target.

"Drop their chains, Target." Mr. X tilted his head. "I don't like bullying kids but this time, I'll make an exception."