More and more often, bodies of people were found on the outskirts. The entire police force was on the lookout for the killer, and Charlie, as captain, was not spared. Swan was hardly ever at home, not even to see his daughter. But the search brought no results. The evidence was almost nonexistent.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Charlie stifled a yawn and looked around. He stood farther back than the others, leaning against the police car while several policemen and the medical examiner poked around the corpse of a middle-aged man. The signs of death were the same as the other unfortunates, and this time, without evidence.

Charlie closed his eyes for a second, but when he opened them, there was no one around. Not a soul. It was as if he had dreamed of the police, the medical examiner, and even the corpse, but the place where the body had been lying was nothing but crushed grass...

The drowsiness was gone. Charlie pulled his gun from its holster and immediately disengaged the safety. Something was starting to go wrong. No matter how many times he called out to his coworkers, no one answered...

The next second, something flew at him, knocking him to the ground. A woman with wild, literally burning eyes sat on top of him, her icy hands clutching his neck. Not hard enough to strangle, more to hold him in place. Charlie tried to reach stealthily for the gun that lay just beside him, but at that moment you were suddenly close to his neck, making him freeze. Your ice breath burned his skin, as you brushed your lips against a frantically pulsing vein. But you didn't thrust into him, just swiped your tongue, making his heart drop lower.

When your hands loosened their grip on his neck and slid lower, to his police uniform, and slowly unfastened the zipper, Charlie's eyes widened in understanding and horror. Apparently you'd had enough of the recent feast on the lawn, and now you wanted something more than blood...