Undercover, trying to catch a serial killer, Detective Wayne Reeves encounters something more than he was expecting.

 
Picture credits: The pic is from the "Bloodrayne" video game series and all credit goes to the owners: Majesco and Terminal Reality. This is "not" a Bloodrayne fanfic. She's just hot and that's who I envision the lead character to look like.

Author's note and only warning: This is a vampire story. This equates to blood and sometimes violence. If this squicks you then you might want to find something else more to your taste. I even put the little "Caution" tag on, so proceed as you will.

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Part One
 
 
His touch set fire to my very skin. Even if I wanted to I knew that I wouldn't hold anything back from the man that chose me this evening. We danced forever at Club 216, writhing against one another, oozing sex on the crowded floor until neither of us could withstand our mutual teasing. He drove us to the Clairemont Hotel off of Louisiana Boulevard.

With my hand in his we entered the front of the hotel while a valet parked the sporty BMW. My face was flushed and my nipples hard when he pulled me into the elevator and we ascended to the twenty-seventh floor. His lips were cool against mine, but the taste of him sent more than chills running through me.

My mind was lost into a sexual fever like I had never known, lowering any of my standard inhibitions. I would do anything for him at that moment. Any base desire he held, any fetish, the worst of depravities were his to ask of me.

I arched into him as he caressed my breast and fondled my rounded hip. Little noises were mewed from my throat no matter where he chose to lay his mouth. It was like sparks of pure eroticism he delivered directly from his mouth, coursing along my skin.

I hadn't even realized that we were already in the bedroom and my dress was unzipped before I came to my senses even a little bit.

'What the hell am I doing?' I thought franticly.

He was behind me when he slid the dress down my arms. Holding on to my clutch purse for dear life, my breath shot out of me as he tossed me on the bed. I wanted to scramble away but my body wouldn't respond. Feeling his cool hands on my lower back and the movement of the bed, I knew he was nearing his goal.

My g-string was ripped away with ease and my legs spread as my face was pushed into the pillows and my head tugged to one side. God yes! But my tune changed when twin jolts of pain lanced through my neck. All awareness returned to me and what was happening. I was going to die, just like all the others.

I arched up and tried to pull away, but his strength was incredible as he sucked at my neck. His hand wrapped around my face as he struggled to enter me from behind. I yelled, screaming into his palm. It was nothing but the muffled struggles of the useless, and could easily be mistaken for cries of ecstasy.

It was then that he had found an unguarded hole and entered. I froze up, in total shock, the pain was unbearable for that was all there was. My life, my death would end in insufferable pain, drained from me.

His hand eased along with my resistance and I took the only advantage I had at the moment, turning my head and sinking my own teeth into his wrist. I felt a tearing at my throat, worse than before. It made me bite harder in reaction, ripping through flesh, tendon, and sinew. Blood gushed into my mouth as I tore deeper through to the bone. I got one measure of revenge for my death. I wouldn't let go of him, but my mouth was filled of his blood, so I swallowed.

My killer jumped back, withdrawing from me in shock, tearing his arm away from my mouth.

I heard the gurgling of my blood in his throat as he spoke in panic. "No…"

He tumbled off the bed as I gathered the last of my energy and snapped open my clutch. My eyes were growing heavy and the last of my adrenaline aided strength started waning away. I rolled and raised my hand slightly aiming my .45 Chief's Special.

"What have you done?" he spat as my blood spilled from his lips and down the smooth skin of his chest. His eyes dropped between my legs to see evidence of my maleness, then they widened.

That's when I pulled the trigger and saw his heart explode out of his back along the wall.

~O~

The burning was my life. I couldn't remember a time when there wasn't pain. My bones exploded, shards shooting through my muscles and skin. My insides melted from the intense heat. I could almost imagine them turning to the white hot magma that was obviously now a part of me. My senses were closed. I couldn't perceive of anything except my perfect sight. The times that I could keep my eyes opened I saw my brothers in blue scrambling around the room.

Next were the clueless rantings of people in green scrubs. Somewhere deep in my insanity I knew they were trying to help me, but there was nothing to help. I could only lash out at my invisible attackers, the ones that were reaching inside me, changing me, pulling everything out of me that was normal and good, replacing it with vileness and evil.

God, please let me die!

Darkness

~O~

"Wayne."

Everything sounded different: the air rushing through the conditioning vents, the buzzing of an errant fly, and the mechanical taste of Elliot Jameson's voice.

My thoughts were almost chaotic, but most of all of them wondered what was wrong with my partner.

"Wayne."

My eyes snapped opened and searched the sterile white room. I didn't really have any freedom of movement and knew I had been restrained. Instinct took over and I struggled at my bonds.

"Wayne, calm down, it's me Elliot! Jesus!"

I tried calling out to my partner, but almost choked at something lodged in my throat. Something was trailing up my nose and down into my throat, and it irritated me to no end. Putting everything I had into my arms I ripped free of the restraint and grabbed at my face.

"Wayne, calm the fuck down!"

I heard him, but couldn't take whatever was that they had done to me.

A tube taped down. I ripped at it and grabbed hold, pulling it away. I felt it sliding up and out of me the more I pulled. Eventually it fell, dropped away and I gagged.

My legs seemed to be stronger and tore away the remaining restraints as I fell off the bed. The abrupt stop on the floor didn't hurt as much as it should have. Arms and legs went off at their own accord as I half crawled to the corner and made myself into as small of a target as I could.

The feeling of the wall at my back quieted some of the panic that was jumping around in my head. My hands covered my head and entwined in my hair. With my knees drawn up I felt almost safe.

"Wayne, buddy. Can you understand me?" A pause for a moment. "Doc, is this fucking thing on?"

Some part of Elliot's voice made it into my head.

"El?" I croaked.

Another pause. "Wayne. You're really freaking me out here, man. You need to snap out of it."

The first real thing I noticed was my hair. That's what snapped me out of my stupor. I leaned my head back and pulled a strand of it outward. The length alone was weird. For the mission I had cropped it really short for the real-hair wig. An additional weird thing was that I could feel the tugging directly from my scalp.

I had apparently been unconscious so long that my hair had grown out well past my chin. Struggling to open my eyes once more I made note that it was a different color as well, almost a metallic dark orange-red. I could feel my face had gone to disbelief. What the hell? I had brown hair, mousey brown hair at that.

That's when I noticed my hands. The extended nails, the thin fingers, which led to the thin arms with only a dusting of almost invisible hair on top of my forearms.

I dropped my legs to the floor. They stuck out trim and smooth from underneath the hospital smock. They were not my legs… they were not even male legs.

Then the last thing that came into view were the pair of swells underneath the smock. I was in denial. There was no way…. My hands went to them and felt them. They were real, they were mine.

I was going to grab between my legs, but I stopped myself. I didn't want to know. 'God, please, I don't want to know.'

"Wayne, you there buddy?"

A disbelieving giggle worked its way up my throat and out into the room. Again, not my own; higher pitched.

"El, what the fuck?"

I looked up and I saw a clear window, an observation window against the far wall. The hospital bed was between it and me.

"Man, you got to keep it together. Some serious shit went down and… Jesus, Wayne."

I took a deep breath and let it out, trying my best to keep calm. I needed answers.

"Hey, buddy? You think you can stand up so we can see you? The bed's blocking the way."

I nodded, not even thinking if Elliot could see my answer. Setting my hand on the floor I got my legs under me and pushed up, sliding my back along the wall. My legs were surprisingly steady. That's when I saw movement from behind the glass.

There was Elliot and a few white coats, doctors obviously. What I wasn't expecting were the pair of SWAT extras heavily armed and looking like they really wanted to shoot me.

"What happened?" I asked. "Why the hell am I a chick?"

Surprisingly enough I received an answer. "Man, you changed." I found Elliot's eyes and my vision sharpened on him. "We got you out of the room and to the hospital. You were screaming your ass off and nothing they were shooting into you even slowed you down."

The pain. I remembered.

"Then you went down. Dropped like a rag doll… and then that happened."

I stepped to the side. There was a slight reflection off the glass which I approached in disbelief.

"Wayne, stop!"

My vision cleared and I saw the SWAT guys looking decidedly nervous, with large caliber weapons trained on me. "What?"

"You gotta keep cool, man. Do you remember anything from the Emergency Room?"

I shook my head. "Only the pain."

Elliot looked down and then back up at me. "You tore apart the doctors. Ripped their throats out."

Everything went still. "Blood."

Elliot nodded. "They figured that out. Once you passed out they tried sticking an IV in you, but it wouldn't work."

I spun around and looked at the bag hanging from the IV stand. In fact there were several bags hanging there. All of it was leading to one tube which they had shoved down my throat. That's what I had pulled out. They were feeding me blood.

My childhood was finally catching up to me. All the movies, and books I had read. The Ripper biting my neck, the sexuality he oozed, me biting his wrist and swallowing his blood and now the doctors feeding me the stuff. It all led to one seriously messed up conclusion. I was a vampire. I was a chick, and I was a vampire.

~O~

After the third day of being holed up in the room with only one observation window I was seriously starting to go stir crazy.

I was in control now. I hadn't spazzed since that first night. Elliot had talked me into sanity. Made me believe and remember what had happened.

We were, and I guess still are, cops. I was undercover. Being the only guy in the department that, given the right disguise, could pass for a hot chick. After the fifth murder, Elliot and I were brought onto the case. The vics were all the same. About 5'8 in height, blonde hair (dyed or not didn't make a difference), trim, and loved to dance. They were all found dead, with their throat cut out, and their insides decorating the room. The perp had serious anger issues.

So we baited the trap with me. I went out dancing for four solid weeks, every night, different clubs. Then last night came along and I met him.

I had no idea why in the hell I lusted after the guy. I was a straight arrow in the sex department, chicks only for me. But he had me wanting him from the moment I met his eyes. I would have let him fuck the shit out of me if he wanted to. Something about that is just so wrong.

Well, you know what happened next. Blood, death, sex change.

But what I want to know is what the hell is it with the freaking sex change?

I get the 'me being a vampire' thing. It's weird as hell, but I get it. I mean he sucked my blood, I drank his. That's how it works in all the books… okay, most of the books. Why do I have tits now? And yes, my dick is gone too. I checked later that night when they left me mostly alone. I'm a chick.

From what I know, and can tell by the wall clock in the observation lounge, is that I sleep about two hours a day whether I want to or not. Twelve till two in the afternoon. I drank blood, I didn't use the toilet and I never seemed to suffer from B.O. The doctors won't tell me jack.

I spent most of the day in the corner of the room, where they couldn't really see me, staring at my body. Whatever changed me, changed me right, or rather changed me to be a guy's wet dream. I didn't know about the 'right' of it.

My legs were graceful and muscular, but not in a weightlifter way, more of a dancer way. My hips had expanded plumping out my butt and they curved up to give me an overly trim waist. Girlish abs showed underneath, and that led to the B or C cup breasts. I couldn't tell proportions being as I had nothing to measure it to except for the door, the one exit from my prison.

I made a guess that I was about 5'6 to 5'8 in height if it was an average doorway. Apparently I had dropped a couple of inches. It was really aggravating to not even have a mirror so that I could see the full extent of my change. The most I could see was from a warped reflection in the observation window.

Now that kind of surprised me being that the old legends said that Vampires didn't cast a reflection, but I guess everything they said couldn't be right. I mean I obviously had a soul. I could still tell wrong from right and I had no desire to go on murderous rampages. I still had the same need to be a cop as I always had.

While I rambled away with my inner thoughts I heard the slat at the door open. It was kind of hard not to hear it. My senses, ever since the change, had increased five fold. I saw a bag being slid through. Breakfast time.

I was still putting away the blood, at least five pints a day. It quenched my thirst and them some. I'm sure I could have survived on much less, but something about an inner need made me want more. So I was a blood glutton. It made me feel energized and healthier with each bag I took, and if I was to ever get the chance to get out of here I needed all the advantages I could have.

I got up from my squat in the corner and moved across the room. I could almost smell the blood from the bag. It was sealed in its original container. They never let me have a mug. Since I had the teeth to bite into the bag I really didn't care all that much. I mean it would have been nice to be able to act a little bit more human, but the truth of it was that I wasn't human anymore.

No, vampires don't have three inch needle sharp fangs like in the movies. Or at least I didn't. My canines were a little more extended and they were sharp, that's about it. I've seen worse from the kids in Goth clubs that had their teeth cosmetically filed to look all vampish.

The one annoying thing about eating was that the white coats all felt they had the need to watch me. I hated people watching me eat when I was human. I mostly just turned my back on them and sat on the bed until I was done.

What does blood taste like, you may ask? Well to me it was like having a T-Bone steak meal with all the trimmings. I was in heaven every time I sank my teeth into one of these bags. It only took me a few seconds to empty a bag. I remember shooting a twelve ounce beer slower than it took me to finish a sixteen ounce bag of O positive.

"Miss Reeves."

I flinched as I was licking the last drops off my lips. Whenever they wanted to get my attention they always called me 'Miss'. It was annoying as hell. They knew damn well I wasn't a 'Miss'.

I slid off the bed and dropped the empty bag in a small pail they provided for my non-existent toilet. Since I never used for it's intended purpose I use it as a trash can.

I relaxed my set jaw. It wouldn't do any good to get all up in arms about anything if I stood a chance of getting out of here anytime in the next decade. Play nice.

I turned and made my way to the observation window with a relaxed stroll.

One of the white coats stood there with only one SWAT guy as escort. I approached and stood in front of the doctor giving him an expectant look.

"How do you feel Miss Reeves?"

"Bored."

A small, and I mean a very small quirk of his lips let me know that the guy was somewhat human. Most doctors I know aren't.

"Feel like getting out of there and to more humane surroundings?"

Okay, he had my attention. "Doc, if it involves actual clothes, I'll sit up and bark for you."

There was that tiny quirk again. Damn, I think the guy has the hots for me or something. Two reactions in as many minutes.

"We're going to transfer you to a different facility. One suited to test your new body. There will, of course, be medical tests, blood and skin samples, various scans, and the like. Would you be open to cooperating?"

It didn't take me long to figure out where this was leading. "I've seen the movies. There's probably some super secret government agency that's heard about me and once you get done with your tests I'll be secret agent girl with matching spandex tights and flowing red cape. That about the sum of it, Doc?"

His lips separated slightly and there was a long pause. "I can probably get them to hold back on the tights and cape. Maybe something in black leather?"

A joke… holy shit! A burst of laugher erupted from my mouth. I had a sexy, throaty, laugh. Well I was a vampire, what did you expect?

"You'll have my cooperation as long as there is no dissection involved."

He was smiling at this point and placed a hand over his heart. "I promise. I'll have someone drop off some temporary clothing so that you can travel in comfort."

With that he flicked off the microphone and exited the room. A few minutes later a chick opened the door to room and I get my first view of the hallway and two SWAT guys standing guard.

The chick was carrying a paper bag and stopped at the end of the bed. "I … we got you some clothes.

I moved toward the bed. "Cool."

She started, like I was going to go jump on her neck or something, so I stopped.

"What?"

"Sorry."

I shrugged. "You try sitting around for three days in this get up and see if you don't get a little excited for some real clothes."

A small smile crept up on her face and she dug into the bag sliding over a package of underwear. I picked it up and took a look of the picture on the front of the pack. Panties. Sporty style.

And the hits keep comin'.

I sighed and tore open the package. After innately figuring out which side goes where (hey, it's underwear, how hard can it be?), I slid the… panties… on underneath the hospital smock.

It was a start.

Next was what I recognized as a sports bra. Don't be surprised I know what these things are; I take'um off of women all the time. Or else I did take them off of women. That might be a thing of the past now.

I glanced up at the lady. She didn't really look like she was going to turn around or anything. What is it with chicks and them watching each other undress. Is it a Lez thing or something?

I reach around and undid the really ultra-classy pink hospital smock and tossed it on the table. In case you are wondering, yeah she was checking me out, but there was nothing sexual about it. It was decidedly clinical, like she was studying a new microbe.

The sports bra took a little bit of figuring out, but I got it in the end. It was black with little pink and white lines going across one of my boobs. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I still wasn't really comfortable saying 'my' boobs.

Next was a pair of leggings, which gripped everything from my hip bones down. It was skin tight, again with pink and white going down the outside of the legs. I was lastly supplied with a pair of socks and running shoes.

I almost felt human. Get it?

Lastly she set a sport cover-up for if I got cold. I hadn't really thought about it, but I haven't been affected by temperature changes. Yet another weird vampire thing.

I looked down at my outfit giving it an eyebrow quirk. So much for the no spandex promise.

"It's just until we get your current measurements. Then we can get you some more appropriate clothes."

Well, I guess that makes sense. "So are we outta here or what?"

"Follow me, please."

I grabbed the cover up and on the way through the door I eyed the lust-eyed guards. "Get an eye full there boys?"

We moved down the hallway and from the antiseptic smell I could tell I was still in the hospital. Well, no surprise there, I suppose. A quick trip in an elevator and I was led out of some back door where a blacked out SUV was waiting for us underneath a shaded awning. I was showed to sit in the middle bench seat so that there was an armed guard in the back and the front, while the chick that gave me the clothes was beside me.

At first I didn't think anything of it, but it was still daylight outside. I knew from experience already that I didn't have to sleep in dirt, in a coffin. I could move around during the daylight, but I still didn't know if I would burst into flame or not in the true light of day.

We were under way when I offered to take the test. The sun was still pretty high in the sky so it wasn't coming through the windows. "Hey, can I crack the window for a sec?"

"Why?" the chick asked.

I pointed up. "In case you haven't noticed, it's daylight and I'm a vampire."

I could almost see the wheels turning in her head. "Mike, crack the window about three or four inches, please."

The sun was over my right shoulder so if I stuck my hand out I should be able to feel the full effects of the sun, being that I was on the left side of the SUV. I rubbed my fingers together. For some reason I had a mental flash of sticking my hand over a gas stove on full burn.

I reached up and slid my fingers through, palm up for just a second. Nothing happened and so I went a little further and stuck the whole hand out. You know that feeling when you are at the beach and you know that you've been out in the sun for way too long. Yeah, that.

I jerked my hand back in expecting to see smoke rising off of my palm, but it was clean and normal… well for this body anyway. I flexed the finger and turned it over, nothing.

"Cool."

"Okay, Mike."

The window moved back into a closed position.

"Nothing happen?"

I shrugged. "Kinda felt like I was getting a sunburn, but nothing I couldn't take.

Her eyebrows quirked in interest. "Hmm."

The rest of the drive was boring as all hell. No radio, no casual conversation. Every time I brought up the simplest of subjects I was given one or two word answers that didn't really say anything. But it was great seeing the world again.

~O~

The new facilities were just on the outside of town. It was big. The big plaque that hung on the outside walls indicated OTO. That's it. Rumor had it that it was some sort of think tank. I don't think anyone actually had a clue. I could see evidence of ECM's, sorry, Electronic Counter Measures, lining the walls. It's so every Tom, Dick, and Harry couldn't hold up a parabolic microphone, or other common listening device and hear what's going on past the outside wall. It was common enough in the Tech industry or around government agencies. See where I'm going with this? No? Okay, here's a hint: I'm not a computer, so what does that lead you to conclude?

The buildings, I noticed, were formed in one big gigantic circle and we drove right down the middle. Before encountering the first building the ground opened up in front of us and we dropped down a ramp into what I guessed was an underground parking lot.

"I'm guessing you don't get a lot of stolen cars around here?"

Sigh. I'm surrounded by people with no sense of humor. This is going to be a really dull experience. I can feel it.

~O~

I was led to very large, think gymnasium large, room. It had workout equipment of every conceivable type scattered all around, and a curtained off area to the side. There were five white coats waiting for me looking like I was a real life caveman thawed out of a local glacial flow or something.

"Miss Reeves, right this way."

One of the doctors moved well out of the way and came around to meet my escort. I could easily hear, "It's been fed, right?"

That brought me to a halt. I turned around and stared him down. "Is that an offer, Doc?"

A flush ran to his face. Clinically, I knew what it was. Capillaries in the face are overrun by blood due to an emotional response.

But something in my vampire makeup saw deeper. My eyes focused on his face and then to the neck. I could almost see the Jugular veins, and Carotid arteries pulsing faster and faster. It caused a reaction out of me. My mouth dried and that in turn made my teeth ache. Yeah, those teeth.

Closing my eyes, I turned away and resumed following the others. I could scent his fear, and it was only making my mouth drier and drier.

"Someone get him out of here."

I didn't realize who said that until I stopped. It was me.

"What? I'm sorry Miss Reeves. Get who…"

I opened my eyes and the doctor who greeted me almost jumped back. "Perkins, get a unit of blood, quickly!"

His eyes moved past me. "Reynolds, out, get out."

The doctor who pissed me off was almost pissing himself.

"Walk," I said. "Don't run."

I knew for some reason that if he ran that I would be compelled to follow, to hunt. His fear fed every desire I was feeling at the moment. All of my senses expanded. I could smell the pungent garlic that the female who escorted me had for lunch, and I was at least ten feet in front of her.

My eyes tracked to the two men that were furthest in the lead. They were lovers. Their scents were all over each other. The head doctor had recently been to the restroom. Urinal cake smell clung to him. Footsteps and boot falls sounded around me while I tried my best to control an instinct to fight and flee.

"Here!"

Perkins stood a good ten feet away from me and tossed the bagged blood at me. My hand whipped out and snatched the bag from the air and I whipped it to my mouth. My teeth sank through the plastic and I squeezed, shooting it into my mouth. Less than five seconds later it was empty and I was sucking on the holes I created, getting every last drop.
 

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