"Why?"
"I am about to give you a once-in-a-lifetime offer. Just give me your damn hand."
He did, sort of hesitatingly, glancing back at the waiting men.
His hand was cold to the touch. He was one scared puppy. I traced his large, blunt fingers along my collarbone. The moment he touched the scar tissue, his hand jerked like he'd had an electric shock. I pulled my hand away, and he traced the scar again on his own.
He took his hand back, slowly, rubbing his fingers together like he was remembering the feel of my skin. "What did that?"
"Same thing that did your neck. A vampire that wasn't neat with its food."
"Jesus," he said.
"Yeah," I said. I rebuttoned my blouse. "Tell me what happened, Wallace. Please."
He looked at me for a moment longer, then nodded. "Harry, my partner, and me, we got a call that someone had found a body with its throat torn out." He made the words very bland, ordinary, but I knew he was seeing it in his head. Watching it all happen again behind his eyeballs.
"It was a construction site. Just us in the middle of the place with our flashlights. There was a sound like wind whistling, and something hit Harry. He went down with a man on top of him. He screamed, and I had my gun out. I fired into the man's back. I hit him solid three, four times. He turned on me and his face was bloody. I didn't have time to wonder why, 'cause he jumped me. I emptied my gun into him before I hit the ground."
He took a deep breath, big hands twisting back and forth on the flashlight. He was looking off into the trees, too, but not for vampires, or at least not for this one.
"He ripped my jacket and shirt like they were paper. I tried to fight him, but..." He shook his head. "He caught me with his eyes. He caught me with his eyes, and when he tore into my neck, I wanted him to do it, wanted it worse than I've ever wanted anything in my life."
He turned a little away from me, as if not meeting my eyes wasn't enough. "When I woke up, he was just gone. Harry was dead. The girl was dead. I was alive."
He turned to me finally, looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Why didn't he kill me, Ms. Blake?"
I looked into his earnest eyes and didn't have a good answer. "I don't know, Wallace. He wanted to make you one of them, maybe. I don't know why you and not Harry. You ever catch him?"
"The local master sent his head in a box to the station. The note apologized for his uncivilized behavior. That's what the note said, 'uncivilized behavior.'"
"It's hard to look at it as murder when you feed off humans yourself."
"Do they all do that? Feed off people?"
"I've never met one that didn't."
"Can't they eat animals?"
"Theoretically, yes. In practice it seems to lack certain nutrients." Truth was, feeding was too close to sex for most vamps. They weren't into bestiality, so they didn't feed off animals. I didn't think the sex analogy would go over well with Officer Wallace.
"Can you do this, Wallace?"
"What do you mean?"
"Can you go out into the dark and hunt vampires?"
"It's my job."
"I didn't ask if it was your job. I asked if you can go out into that darkness and hunt vampires."
"You think there's more than one?"
"Always best to assume so," I said.
He nodded. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Scared?" I asked.