Mister Thirteen

~Nyte Bloods~

Now comes Alice's first feeding.

Remember; nurse dropped a bag of blood in the cold storage room which busted and splattered blood across the floor.

It's up to you if Alice just licks up the blood on the floor or goes into a feeding frenzy and starts slicing open bags with her claws and gulping it down.

Either way, once her first blood lust has been soothed, it's up to you on how she handles it and what she does before the nurse returns with a mop.

~Nyte Bloods~

Thomas sat contently in his booth seat in the back of the bar.
Benny's Bar as it was called. Though not your run of the mill cheaply watered down alley pub, it wasn't exactly a gentleman's club either. Many of the tables and wall sections had knife carvings and crude sketches in them, several chairs and stools were squeaky and somewhat rickety, just waiting for a notably heavy set patron to collapse them. The drinks, though not watered down, were short in variety, mostly a generic collection of beers and whiskey. Nothing like the imported champagnes and aged wines that a high scale bar or club would boast.

Tonight was a particularly slow night, only a dozen or so people were in patronage, most of which were a motley assortment of bums, hustlers, and gutter-rots.

"Not to your preference is it?" Came a voice.

Thomas turned his head back forward, looking to the rather young man sitting across from him.

It was his "contact", Dalton Cortland.

He and Thomas sat across from each other at a dimly lit booth in the back of the bar with red leather seats and a dark oak wood table.
Thomas was wearing his suit and tie, while Dalton was dressed more casual, wearing a black leather jacket with a prominent silver cross emblazoned on the front. In his head he wore a bulky flat-bill cap and a pair of black jeans and black and white sneakers to match.

Dalton was more relaxed, leaning back in his seat, smirking over a tall glass of beer at Thomas, who sat upright with a stern expression on his face.

Thomas slightly squinted and replied,"Well, I generally prefer to avoid bars where I'm not even sure if what I'm drinking is beer or cow piss."

Dalton snorted in response and took a big gulp from his glass, a wave of copper brown beer passing his lips and pouring down his throat.
When he finished he sat his glass down, having drained the glass a forth of the way down.
As he wiped foam from his mouth with his sleeve, he said,"That's not very nice," his voice a moderate tome with an intense pitch to it,"this is a very nice place, and Benny is a nice guy. He just runs on a tight budget in certain cases."

Thomas grunted in retort, idly picking at a loose splinter on the table.

Dalton took a quick sip of beer and said,"Sorry I missed our 'appointment' last night, I was detailed last minute."

"That's fine," Thomas said, looking up at Dalton,"now tell me, do you have anything?"

"As a matter of fact," Dalton said,"I do. I have what I believe is a solid lead on your boy Liam."
Dalton then took another big swig of beer, much to Thomas's impatient irritation.

When he lowered his glass, Dalton continued,"A friend of mine said they spotted him going into a little community cafe last night, with a pretty young lady in tow. No doubt his evening course." Dalton said with a short grin of grim humor.

"They're sure it's him?" Thomas demanded, now leaning forward intently.

"They're certain," Dalton insisted,"a tall pretty-boy with pale skin and shaggy red hair."

A strange glint appeared within the depth of Thomas's eyes.

That's him.

"Anything else?" Demanded Thomas.

"Sort of," Dalton replied,"I tried to get the name of the woman he was with, but couldn't dig up anything."

Thomas understood. If they could find out anything about the woman, they could learn where she had lived, and could then use her home as a point of triangulating potential feeding locations and tracking Liam's attacks. The trail of blood would eventually lead them to him.

"Keep investigating," Thomas demanded,"see if you can learn the woman's full name at least, that way we can locate her place of residence and go from there. Have your friend ask around regularly at that cafe, if that woman was a regular patron surely someone at least knew who she was. You pitch in too while your at it."

"Yes of course," Dalton said, a twang of indignity in his words,"I'll keep searching and let you know when I have something."

Dalton swallowed the last of the beer from his glass and then stood slowly, slapping a two dollar tip down on the table before strutting off for the door, leaving Thomas alone at the booth.

We've got your scent now you slippery bastard.

Thomas grinned sharply in the dim light of the booth, his teeth holding a slight shine to them.

~Nyte Bloods~

I like the blood test idea @LadyRunic.

I'm thinking a nurse drops a bag of blood in one of those cold storage rooms, Alice smells it, has a strange attraction to it, and follows the smell into the storage room after the nurse has left.

She feasts on the blood in the room at your own decided amount. We'll figure out what happens next when we get there.

Right now we just need the post about Alice's reaction to the police and a short description about what she does for the rest of the day, just don't include anything from the turning sequence.

My next post will divert to Thomas and his contact he's meeting at the bar, which will begin a "merging" of sorts.

Then I guess next comes Alice's turning and feasting post at your Que.

(I feel like I'm being a bit dictating right now. I'm not becoming unbearable am I? If my pace or assertiveness is bothering you at all please speak up.)

~Nyte Bloods~

I guess you can wrap up this scene with your next post.

I'll post a single post linking back to Thomas and his bar contact.
Then i suppose you can skip ahead to about eleven o'clock where Alice fully turns, ensuring to describe what she did throughout the rest of the day.

Remember, the pain grows worse in the final hours of humanity, climaxing several minutes before Vampirism takes full effect. It then slowly subsides and then converts to vigorous energy. Alice's wound will also have totally heeled several minutes after she has turned.

So, the big question is; what sets Alice off?
What makes her be consumed by blood list and overcome with her powers for the first time?

~Nyte Bloods~

Officer Johnson looked around at Green, who was putting his pen and pad away in his uniform shirt pocket.
Green looked at Alice and then to Johnson,"You think that's all we need?"

Johnson replied,"For now I'd say so, we have a suspect description, a location of the initial attack, and a meeting place where we can find potential witnesses for questioning. We don't have a motive for this...'attack', nor do we have any DNA records for refernce. To me, that's quite strange, that the suspect has no DNA on file. No fingerprints, blood, nothing. But, honestly, this whole case screams 'strange'."

Green nodded grimly, then looked to Alice, saying,"We'll investigate the cafe where you say you and the suspect went to, as well as all surrounding alleys of the streets you listed for any potential evidence. We are also going to have to conduct an investigation of your store, once we have a warrant."

Johnson looked to Alice, saying,"I hope you understand. We need to comb through all possible areas for evidence or clues, as well as collectible DNA. We have to go now. We'll be back to see you sometime in the next day or two."

And without further words, both men headed across Alice's room and out the door, closing it gently behind them with a click.

~Nyte Bloods~

The two policemen exchanged a quick glance before looking back to Alice.

"Listen," Johnson said,"the hospital won't discharge you until that wound on your neck is healed up decently enough. Along with proof that you didn't contract any bacteria or diseases from such a severe open wound. I'm no doctor, but you can probably expect to be here for at least a week. It all depends on how well that wound heals."

Green suddenly spoke up, his eyes on his notepad,"Back to the case at hand; there was blood aside from your own spattered on your clothing, Alice. The hospital handed over your clothes to us when they called us in. The blood was ran and it didn't come up anywhere in our DNA banks. Tell me," he said, looking up at her from his pad,"did you struggle at all against the suspect? Any punching, scratching, biting, or anything defensive on your part?"

Johnson nodded to Alive in confirmation,"Yes, did you struggle against the suspect at all, enough to draw blood? Do you remember?"

~Nyte Bloods~

The two men stood listening intently, Officer Green had taken out a small pad and was scribbling away Alice's story with a pen, while Officer Johnson stood with his arms crossed and an observing look on his face.

Green made a note of the jazz cafe and Johnson stated that they would remember to go there later today and question the staff that were working last night.
Green also scribbled down a description of Liam Enduro, as well as the jacket that Alice had made for him.

Up to this point, the two officers maintained a neutral air, but when Alice described the scene of the attack and the transpiring event, the skepticism began to show.
Or perhaps it wasn't skepticism, perhaps it was simple shock or disbelief.
Johnson had a concerned expression on his face, his mouth slightly parted and his light eyebrows were raised. Green's expression was a bit harder, with his eyebrows slightly arched downward and the corner of his mouth was turned into a slight smirk.

Johnson's face held what appeared as concern, while Green's expression made it obvious; as far as he was concerned, she was either lying through her teeth or in shock, perhaps a touch of a mental disorder.

"You say he bit you," Johnson said, his tone questioning,"he bit your neck and was...tasting of your blood?"

"This story sounds...weird to me," Green suddenly blurted out,"your saying this man took you out for a date, told you he was a surgeon, then bit your neck and was drinking your blood?"
Green's expression was now as skeptical as possible. This story just didn't add up to him. Sure, this was New York City, and sometimes strange things happened, but in his four years on the force he had never dealt with anything like this before.

"Just hold on now." Johnson said, looking around disapprovingly to Green, who returned this look with narrowed eyes.
Johnson looked back to Alice and asked,"Alice, where exactly were you when the suspect b-...attacked you?"

~Nyte Bloods~

A sudden knocking came at the door, and immediately after it opened with the clicking of the door handle and a short squeak of the hinges.
As the door swung open, in strolled two police officers.

Both men were adorned in navy blue police uniforms, on their chests they wore silvery shield shaped badges, and the breast pockets of their uniform shirts were marked with NYPD in simple white letters sewn into the fabric.
At their waists were holstered pistols on the right, and "billy clubs" on the left.

They approached Alice from the door slowly and calmly.
They were both of average height and body build. One was an older policeman, with blonde hair which was steady receded from his forehead nearly to the top of his head. The corners of his eyes and mouth were touched with wrinkles, and his dull blue eyes carried an understanding yet stern light to them.

The other man was far younger, roughly in his mid-twenties. He had solid black hair cut short military-style and a thin goatee around his mouth. His young face held a harder more intense look to it, and piercing brown eyes that showed little sympathy. His walk, unlike the other man, had a sort of steadfast strut to it. His look and basic traits marked him as a gung-ho and potentially reckless officer.

They both stood at Alice's bed now, the older one beside her to the left, while the younger moved toward the foot of her bed with crossed arms.

The older blonde policeman spoke,"Miss, I'm Officer Johnson, and this is my partner, Officer Green." He motioned down to the younger policeman, who simply nodded, his arms still crossed, his face still grim.

"We're here to talk to about what happened to you last night. The doctor said the nurses found you outside of the ER room in the parking lot, unconscious, and soaked in blood." Officer Johnson said.

"With a large about of flesh seemingly ripped out of your neck." Officer Green chimed in, is voice harsh and forceful, a clear put-on.

Johnson continued, looking Alice dead in the eyes as he spoke,"We need the full story, letter to letter. We need to know where you were last night, what happened, and if it was someone's doing, we need you to tell us who."

~Nyte Bloods~

Well, in several Vampiric works of fiction I've read, those are symptoms amidst the changing process. Not to mention in 1995's Dracula I believe.
Ah well...

But yes, your edit is great.
I'll get to work on a response shortly.

~Nyte Bloods~

A knock at the door, and I'll take it from there. Kind of.

And you forgot to explain what those "many things you could say were".

Explain.