When I was a child, my father taught me how to shoot a gun. He told me, "Never point a gun at anything or anyone unless your intent is to kill." He engrained that into my head. So much so, that it stuck with me while I was in the academy and still to this day. Luckily, because we don't have a lot of crime where I live, I haven't had to do this often. But, now that I actually had something that I wanted to point my gun at with the intent to kill, he couldn't be killed by any mortal weapon.

Trent DiMar came into my life about six months ago. Ah, Trent. The most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. When I first met him, I remember feeling that he was almost too good to be true. That he was almost too good looking. Turns out, I was right. Oh, I should probably mention that Trent is a vampire. He's responsible for the murders of two victims we found in the woods. And now, he's after me. Well, my soul, actually. Why, I'm not quite sure. You see, when I came face to face with him in the woods that day, he had told me that he wasn't after me, exactly. That I just happened to show up was a plus. He said there was something about my scent that he liked, that was intoxicating. Since that day, he wanted me, my soul. But he wasn't going to get it. I wouldn't let him.

Things had been slow, like always. I was sitting in my squad car, feeling like I was going to fall asleep, when I heard what sounded like someone had hit my car. I sat up, startled, and looked around for the perp. I saw a man who was running like he was in a panic, looking around like he didn't know where he was going. I got out of my car to see if I could help the man. I stepped out and closed my door.

"Excuse me, sir. Is there something I can help you with?" I called.

He stopped and turned around rapidly. He stared at me. His eyes had a wild look in them. I looked at him for a few seconds. He was going to run again, I could tell. He started to walk. I pulled out my gun, just in case he tried something. I pointed it at him, prepared to fire.

"Don't make me chase you," I warned. I advanced slowly. He stared at me, then started walking faster. Then he started running. "Don't make me—damn it!" I ran after him as fast as I could. He ran into this empty alley, that dead ended. I had him cornered, and he knew it. "You've got nowhere to go. Just calm down. Let me help you."

He started to get panicky. He looked at me and smiled. He began walking towards me, then he went on a full out sprint. He ran towards me. I started shooting. But nothing was happening. He was getting closer. I shot at him again. And just before he could reach me, something flashed in front of me and he was gone. I looked around frantically, and I saw in the corner, that someone was…eating…him. When it was finished, it turned around and I saw that it was Trent. I was in complete shock. What was that? He stood up, wiped his mouth, and looked at me.

I had to ask. "What just happened? What was that?" I think I already knew the answer.

He looked down at the body then looked at me. "Vampire." He smiled. "I have to apologize for that. He was one of mine." And as if he knew what I was thinking, he laughed and said, "You're probably wondering if I sent him after you." Huh, that's funny, that's exactly what I was thinking. "In all honesty, yes, I did. I told him to find you. I did not, however, know that he was going to attack. I was watching."

I was confused. "Wait a minute. If you want me dead, why did you just save my life? Why not just let him kill me?"

He smiled and walked towards me. He stopped right in front of me. "Because, darling, I want that pleasure."

He picked up the body and was gone in a flash. I slowly walked back to my car. I totally was not ready for that. But, there was one good thing that came out of it. Now that it had happened, I was no longer afraid of what I had to do to combat Trent.

My life used to be normal. I'd go to work, come home, go to bed, and do it all over again the next day. Then, suddenly, this strange man comes out of the blue and now my life was turned totally upside down. I'd never really thought that much about death. But now that death was on my doorstep, that I could die at any time…it was always at the forefront of my mind. But I was no longer afraid to die.

The days came and went, and I hadn't seen pale hide nor perfectly combed hair of Trent. I was getting real sick and tired of his little mind games. I was sitting at my desk, fingering the pistol in my holster, staring off into oblivion, when the Captain called my name and snapped me back to reality.

"McManus, my office."

I quickly looked up then got up from my chair. I swiftly made my way to his office and stood in the doorway. "You wanted to see me, boss?"

He was sitting behind his desk, looking down at some papers. He looked up at me from over the tops of his reading glasses. "Close the door. Have a seat."

I walked in, closed the door, and sat down in the chair on the right side of his desk. "What's up?"

He looked over the tops of his reading glasses again, put down whatever he was reading, took of his glasses, and sat back in his chair. He crossed one arm over his stomach and put his other hand over his mouth and looked at me.

"McManus, I can't help but notice that you seem to be a little distracted lately. Is there something you'd like to talk about?"

At first, I thought, yeah, it'd be nice to finally be able to tell someone about Trent, about what he was going to do to me. But then I remembered that he was a vampire, and I couldn't tell anyone about him. I couldn't let them take him to prison. He was mine. I shook my head and said the first thing that came to me.

"No, sir. I'm fine. I've just been thinking about whether or not I want to renovate my bathroom. It's a big decision and I want to make sure I make the right one." I wanted to renovate my bathroom? Really? That's the best I could come up with? But it seemed to have worked…I think.

He slowly nodded his head and sat forward. "Ok. You're dismissed. Make sure you shut the door on your way out."

"Thank you, sir."

I got up and walked out of his office. Closing the door, I heaved a sigh of relief and walked back to my desk. Wow, I dodged a bullet there. I grabbed my coat and headed out the door. I went home and waited for Trent to show up.