Chapter 2
Officer Graden
The sniveling mess of a girl sobs as she pulls her panties back on, her eyes staring at the ground as her tears pour out. I tuck my shirt back in, then button and zip my pants before reassembling myself completely, finally holstering my gun.
It's almost comical to watch her so broken, weak, and pathetic. Pretty fucking bitch. They're all the same.
Stupid stuck-up bitches that don't give guys like me a second look; they drive through here like they own the place, expecting to bat their pretty little eyes and get their fucking way. She learned the hard way that if you tease me, you're not walking away until I'm fucking satisfied.
"You can tell anyone you want about this," I say deceitfully, a sinister smile playing on my lips. "But you'll see me again if you do. Not to mention, no one's going to believe a snotty little bitch like you over me."
She cries harder, wiping her hair out of her eyes as she climbs out of the back seat of my car. She readjusts her short skirt, tugging at it as if she can add length to it. Stupid whore.
Her car is miles down the road, but I'm going to make her walk. It'll do her good to lose a few pounds.
Just as she runs off, a sexy brunette zooms by me in a flashy Jag, making me smile. Tonight's my lucky night. One has to love working the graveyard shift. It makes it easy to pick up the trash without anyone else seeing me.
I jump in my car, spinning the tires as I turn the siren on, giving the bitch the last chase she'll ever want. She saw my patrol car, knew I was a cop, yet she blatantly disrespected me by speeding through and not even tapping her brakes.
She's like all of them. They all think they're above the law—above men like me. They have to be taught a lesson in respect and obedience. They have to be broken like a wild horse.
I love my job.
As I catch up with her, she taps her brakes, steadily slowing down and pulling over. I just got my dick thoroughly waxed by the last whining bitch, so I'll be able to draw out the punishment for this one.
I pretend as though I'm running through the motions, checking her tag, calling it in -all that shit. This sad little lake town doesn't have the funds to keep the dash cameras functioning properly. Fortunately for me, mine's been broken for over a year now, making life almost too easy.
After drawing out the suspense for long enough, I slowly climb out of my car. I'm already rock hard with anticipation. I love a good hunt. I hope she's a screamer.
Out here, in the middle of the wooded section of Pine Shore, no one will ever hear her cries for help. That's why I stick to this strip. It's right in the middle and perfect for privacy.
I tap her window, surprised when she turns to face me. She looked hot from the small glimpse I caught, but fucking shit, this girl is beyond gorgeous. She definitely needs to be punished.
She rolls her window down, wearing a secretive grin as she does so. Her long, dark hair stops just below her shoulders, and her icy, pale blue eyes almost look silver. Her perfectly manicured red nails grip the black leather steering wheel, and those red lips are begging to be on me, whether she knows it or not.
"Good evening, officer," she says in a voice that is as equally as enthralling as her fucking glorious body that is dressed in leather pants and a sexy scrap of a shirt.
"Good evening indeed," I murmur, my wicked fantasies running amuck.
I'm definitely glad I'm warmed up and ready for her.
"You were speeding back there," I say, pointing behind me. "You were doing seventy in a forty-five."
She smirks, her eyes seeming to darken a little.
"How could you know that when you weren't even in your car?" she asks, provoking me in a way I'll make her pay for later.
A smartass bitch, eh? I'll enjoy this even more now.
"Can I see your license?" I ask, pacing myself, suppressing the rage that begs to spill free.
She hands it over, along with her proof of insurance, though I didn't ask for that. She really needs structure, discipline. She needs to learn to do what she's told and only what she's told.
"Alyssa Coldwell, is it?" I ask before handing her back her credentials.
She accepts them, and then a daring grin quirks up as she puts them away and turns back to me.
"Actually, I prefer Airis Devall."
The way she says it—it feels like she's trying to taunt me. This bitch is really grating on my nerves.
"Hop out of the car, Ms. Devall."
I play along with the false name she has given me, letting her think she's in control. The real awakening will make this bitch's snippy mouth shut.
"Yes, sir, Officer Graden," she murmurs after reading my tag. It'll do her no good to know my name. They never talk. Not when they fear what I'll do to them again.
She steps out, making my dick pulse with desire when I see her perfectly divine body in full. I may call it a night with this one.
"Turn around and put your hands on the car," I instruct, and she does as I say, giving me an unobstructed view of the ass I'm going to have fun with.
"Is this protocol, officer?" she asks, still taunting me, showing no fear. I know how to remedy that.
I push my gun into her ribs as my body presses against the back of her, letting my breath find her neck as I inhale her intoxicating scent.
"Ms. Devall, I'm about sick of your mouth. How about I let you do something more useful with it?"
Usually, they start crying at this point. I love it when they cry. This stupid bitch merely smiles as she turns around, treating my gun as if I've shoved a candy bar at her.
"Now, officer. All you have to do is ask nicely."
I feel myself getting dizzy, high almost. What the hell is this bitch doing to me?
She pulls me to her, letting her breath find my lips before the kiss that almost shocks me. My pants almost burst with desire, my lower half begging to be buried inside her.
"What do you like?" she asks while pulling back, leaving me in a foggy haze.
"I like it when they fight," I gush out involuntarily, staggering a little under a drunken spell I can't explain.
"Funny," she murmurs while licking her lips. "So do I."
Her pale eyes glow a darker blue suddenly, and fangs that weren't there before slide down. I start to scream, but the devil temptress clamps down on my neck with a painful ripping sound.
Holy fucking shit! What the hell is going on?
The burn I feel outdoes any pain I've ever before experienced. I finally manage to scream out, pleading for mercy which she denies. Then I feel a strong sense of seduction taking over as her bite changes, and she drains me more. I ache to feel her against me, to never let me go.
She leans back, my blood staining her mouth, and I fall to the ground, collapsing as blood runs free from my neck. I gurgle on my own blood as my head falls to the side, and the fog of seduction is broken, letting my sanity return. Sanity. There's nothing sane or rational about any of this. What the fuck is she?
The bitch chuckles while wiping her mouth and opening her car door.
"This isn't something you want to see," she says to someone. But who? Not me. Thank fuck. If someone is here, they can save me from this monster.
Then I see a shadow in the darkness, and the image becomes clearer under my persistent scrutiny. I recognize the girl I taught a lesson just minutes ago. She kneels in the bushes, watching, basking in my terror instead of calling for help. That bitch.
The demon girl comes back, picking me up as though she's inhumanly strong, and tosses me in the back seat. "Let's go make this a little more interesting," she says, no warmth in her killer tone.
The drive is short, as I go in and out of consciousness, and then I feel us stopping completely. I smell the lake nearby, but it's too far away. The houses will be beyond the woods from here. She's about to dump my body. This can't be real. It's the nightmare from hell, but it's not real.
She drags me out, laughing a little as more of my blood spills free from the gaping wound in my neck. It all sounds like an echo though, as my breath thuds in my ears. Then her eyes turn from blue to a glowing green as she slides her hand over me, doing something to me I can't see.
Air enters my lungs, and my wound closes up. I feel a little stronger, but still weak.
"I need to stretch my legs, officer," she says, sounding as though she's at the end of a tunnel, while kicking me and forcing me to roll off the side of the road and into the wooded area. "Here's your chance to run. I'll even give you a head start."
I don't have to be told twice. I stagger drunkenly to my feet, and look over my shoulder as I try to limp away. I gasp as her eyes turn orange, and then she sheds her clothes, getting naked in front of me.
Surely she's not going to do to me what I was going to do to her. I run forward while looking behind me, refusing to take my eyes off her, until fear consumes me completely and my feet become too weighted to move.
Her body distorts and she lets out a cry that turns into an ungodly roar as she drops to her hands and knees. Her skin becomes ashen, gray, as she starts turning into some... monster.
I yelp uselessly, screaming out in disbelief as the creature grows to be a vicious, snarling abomination with paws bigger than my head. A mess of teeth and snarls fill her mouth that has grown a snout. Her hairless body is sleek and massive, and she charges at me, making me fall backwards in my forgotten retreat.
A scream erupts from my throat seconds before she's latched on.