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Author: Rebelcat
Rating: G, unless you're exceptionally sensitive about vampires
Category: Double Drabble
Disclaimer: They ain't mine!
Episode: Vampire
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Dracula’s Precinct
Starsky
“Where did his fangs go?” I prod Nadasy’s corpse with the toe of my sneaker.
“I don’t know,” says Hutch, impatiently. “Obviously, they fell out.”
“Right.” I touch my neck. Hutch is right. He has to be.
But it keeps bugging me. Later, I say, “I still don’t get it.”
“Starsk, those teeth could have been lost anywhere.”
I hate that patronizing tone. “No, I mean, the medical report says Nadasy’s leg was all crippled up. How could
he run like that? How’d he jump twenty-five feet?”
“Just another speed freak with a blood fetish.” The phone on Hutch’s desk rings. As he reaches for it,
he says, “Only morons believe in vampires.”
I also hate the way he keeps rolling his eyes whenever he says ‘vampire’.
“Yes...?” Pulling the phone away from his ear, Hutch says to me, “It’s the morgue.” There’s
a pause and then he shouts, “What do you mean Nadasy’s body has disappeared?”
“What?” I say, feeling the blood drain from my face.
Hutch hangs up, laughing. “You actually fell for it!”
I touch the wound on my neck again. Right then I decide that Hutch is going to be the very first person I bite.
~end
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