Dedication time: So, this story was inspired, although unintentionally, by my wolf-like brute of a buddy. He and I often have arguments about wolves and vampires, which this story centers around. Thanks Beowulf, Dynamic Duo all the way. Reviews are welcome, constructive criticism is never bad. Enjoy.

Drip!

The sound of the dripping was unnerving, the clear sound as each drop hits the surface of the water was driving into me, I could feel it in my joints.

Even now, after hours of hearing it, I have no idea where it is coming from. I continue to sit on the only chair provided in the white room. I imagine in some time, one of them will come with efforts of interrogating me in the 'white room'. I look around the clean, unblemished room feeling dizzy. The white walls, floor, ceiling, chair, the only things in the room, all white... pure, blinding white.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The room itself is dimly lit, although with my eyes, the plain blaring whiteness is still as visible as it would be if the room were brightly lit. I had gotten used to the whiteness of the room a short time ago, however. Suddenly, my eyes are punished mercilessly, when a blinding flash of florescent lights are switched on and quickly off. My senses all shut down. My hearing is reduced to a dull ringing, as my sensitive pupils dilate.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The non-rhythmic sound of the classic water torture is the first thing I recognize, as my senses slowly come back into focus. My hearing is beginning to return to me, but still, my eyes are burning. As I look around the whiteness, bright spots dance before my eyes, tauntingly.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Even in my frenzied state, with my unfocused eyes, my wandering, agitated mind, I am aware of the visitors in the room. I can smell them...

The DOGS.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip

Again I am aware of the water. Although I can't hear them, I can feel them nearing me; the heat generated by the mutts is attracted to my cold skin, as they get closer to me.

They stop moving. Stupid Animals..

My thoughts stop when I feel a hand on my head. Slowly, the large paw descends on my black, shoulder length hair, affectionately stroking it. He gently runs his fingers through my roots, until he reaches the tips, where he wraps his fist in my hair, yanking my head back.

I am looking into the monster's eyes.

Staring into his deep, inviting, albeit cold and stony eyes brings back a memory; feelings of nostalgia wrap themselves around me, and I think back to him. My young lover. Andrew.

It was seven long and lonely years ago when I had last seen him. I was still happy and young, and most of all, I was blissfully ignorant and innocently in love. Back when I had everything I would ever need to make me complete, back when I was his and he was mine, back when everything was alright... a better time.

Before my mind has time to replay my memories, my head is painfully yanked back and the beast shouts. "Answer me!" he growls, I assume it is meant to leave me feeling threatened... I don't. I blink lazily when he pulls my hair again, and I speak "I think I may have missed the question"

He throws my head from his grasp, in frustration and makes a noise I will refer to as 'barking', although he was actually snarling obscenities at me, in his deep baritone voice. Patience is a virtue, if one wishes to know something from me. I think with a smirk

"Do you find this to be funny?" the other dog speaks to me, his voice much more calm and controlled. As I look from one, to the other; my obvious 'good cop' and 'bad cop', I can't help but recognize the similarities they have. Their bodies are identical in shape and form; their strong, well rounded builds, make them solid, grounded men. Unmovable if they make an effort not to be. They are built like the Greeks, or to be more relatable, football players. Their eyes, which are their biggest give away, are.. comforting, if I have to use just one word. They are warm, like their bodies, absorbing the light and giving off a serene calmness of their own. They are both so much like him, their gorgeous, tanned bodies move intently, calculated movement are all them make.. so much like him..

Drip.

"You will only get one response from me, make sure that is the question you would like answered." I say calmly, attempting to get Good cop out of his focused concentration.

"I kill prissy little bitches like you without thinking a thing!" Bad cop, however, is triggered by my words

"I bet that's not the only thing you do without thinking, mutt" I respond

"You speak like you have intentions of escaping vampire" Good cop says the word like it is a curse. "Well slayer, do you think you can take us all on? Because you obviously overlooked the fact that you are entirely within our boundaries as you throw out brave words."

"Well, Dog, I will walk out of here soon enough, with more information from you, then you will possibly get out of me. And I've overlooked nothing; what are you going to do? Kill me? As though a bleeding heart like you could-"

SMACK!

Bad cop again.

"Ouch" I groan, rubbing my cheek, "now that was uncalled for. What? Do you think that acting like a brute will make me think better of you? At least we vampires interrogate people with dignity. We don't enter any situation with intentions of becoming anyone's acquaintance, we get the information we need by whatever means necessary, and we definitely don't hit people just because we are told the honest truth."

His eyes gleam yellow for a moment, and he turns sharply, not letting me see them tint to their angry shade of red.

Drip. Drip.

Good cop, I realize, is now touching me. His warm, thick fingers trail up my arm until he reaches what would be my neck, if not for the large steel restraint keeping me seated on the white chair; I think it is only for affect, but the chains attached to the restraint are also painted white.

"So, tell me Vampire, what makes it so apparent that I am a 'bleeding heart'." Good cop asks

"The way you touch me with care, even though I am your enemy. But even more so, it is in your very nature, Wolf, you are a compassionate species, although you are quick to anger and short tempered. You prefer to hurt, but not kill."

"I presume that makes me weak"

"It makes you what you are, I am not presumptuous, as you seem to be.. therefore I will not say it does or does not"

"I see. Well, woman, you seem very intelligent, and young. How did such a young vampire like you, a fledgling, at most, become a slayer?"

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

"Arrogant too?" I say with a smirk "I became a slayer years ago, when I was rescued by vampires who were also slayers. And don't waste your time trying to get me to answer anything else, by the way."

"Well, that is unfortunate. You have until sunrise to tell us what we want to know, and then we will begin using the vampire method of interrogation." He says in a somber tone, true to his nature.

"What is it you want to know, anyways? I don't believe I was ever informed"

"Where is your coven" It is more of a statement then a question.

"Oh, well then. I suppose you should just begin the 'vampire method' now" I say defiantly

"Stubborn Bitch" Bad cop returns

"Forgive me, but unlike your traitorous brethren, I feel it is vital to keep the secrets of my own from those who seek to destroy them. And, I am fairly certain that I will not start using the wolf method anytime soon" I smile as I speak, finally Good cop is getting ruffled..

Drip.