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   Her arm slung casually around Jack’s shoulders, Suki watched as the squat, fat businessman cowered before them. She loved to watch them cower, the stench of fear, and of blood, thick in the air.

   “Please,” he begged, “don’t hurt me.”
She smiled sinisterly. Even her boyfriend couldn’t argue with her over this one, the owner of a company that used sweatshops, though she preferred to choose her victims at random. Too much research this way.

   “Too late,” Suki smirked, turning to Jack. “Your turn.”

   “Yes dear,” he said, obediently, walking forwards. He pulled the jack of spades out of his sleeve, tossing it at their victim with a flick of his wrist. “BLACK JACK!” He yelled, and an explosion erupted before them, blasting the warehouse to pieces, throwing the pair backwards.

   Heaving herself off the floor, Suki took Jack’s hand and helped him to his feet, her strength nearly yanking his arm out of it’s socket.

   “Ow,” he complained, smiling.

   “Don’t be such a wimp,” she growled, but not without the slightest hint of affection. Hand in hand, Suki with a sinister grin on her face, and Black Jack walked away from the scene of the crime, towards their hotel. She’d had her fill of blood tonight, and he’d given his punishment. All in all, it had been a good night.

   She remembered when they’d met - oddly enough, they had both been after each others’ blood, Suki needing a new victim, Jack only seeing her as a serial killer. Their would-have-been final battle had been in a warehouse not dissimilar to the one they had just destroyed. The battle had gone on all night, only ending in stalemate until sunrise. It was only when they’d stopped fighting and started talking, albeit begrudgingly, that they had understood. Jack had been less inclined to destroy her once he learned of the reason behind her bloodlust, and although his motives only confused her, she had been unable to defeat him, and that was enough to earn his admiration. Perhaps it was his genuinely intriguing fighting style that captivated her so?

   They reached the hotel, quickly sneaking into the lift before it closed. Grinning so her fangs were bared, Suki turned to Jack.

   “You’re bleeding,” she commented, her voice dripping with lust.

   “I know.”

   Her hand crept to his face and she wiped the blood away, licking it from her fingers.

   “Are we going to another city after this,” she queried, “or do we go home?”

   “It’s up to you.”

  “Well I’d like to… taste the world,” she sniggered as the doors opened, revealing a group of tourists in front of them.

   Giggling slightly, relishing their own secret, they made their way to the room. It had been a long night.

*

   In the rubble of the crime scene, Detective Lilith DeLucas pulled the rubber gloves over her hands. This was the sixth murder this week, and they were becoming more violent. Brushing her long hair behind her ears, she knelt down next to the body, or what was left of it, prodding it with an inspecting finger. What kind of monster would do this kind of thing?

   “Detective!” one of the policemen yelled to her, “I think you should take a look at this!”

   Curious, she made her way over, peering into the burnt rubble. Crouching, she pulled out some tweezers and carefully lifted a small piece of card, with a ‘J’ printed onto it.

   “What do you think this could be?” she asked the officer, showing him the new evidence.

   “Looks like the corner of a playing card to me, Detective.”

   “That’s what I thought,” she said, placing it carefully into a plastic bag. “But what would a playing card be doing here?”

   “I don’t know. Maybe our victim played poker?”

   “You think maybe he was killed because of gambling debts?”

   “Possibly.”

   “No,” a younger policewoman piped up from behind them. “It’s more than that.”

   “How can you be sure?” Lilith asked, confused. She hadn’t even seen this officer before.

   “Well, the city I’ve just transferred from had a similar case of multiple murders. And at every scene, part of the jack of spades was found. They only stopped when two tourists we were watching left.”

   “Were they suspects?”

   “Not officially. But the woman was extremely violent, and the man always seemed to have a pack of cards with him. We, well… I, thought it was very suspicious. Unfortunately, none of my colleagues believed me.”

   “I’m not surprised!” the man to their side interrupted. “What kind of evidence is that? They’re tourists, of course they’re gonna have cards! Do you have any idea how boring it is waiting at the airport, or train station, with nothing to do?”

   “Officer, please be quiet,” Lilith glared at him. “Just… take this evidence to the forensics.”

   “Fine.”

   Grumbling to himself, he skulked back to the rest of the team.

   “Now then,” the detective continued, “you say the murders stopped as soon as these tourists left?”

   “That’s right, ma’am.”

   “And where did they go after that?” she asked, though she had a feeling she already knew the answer.

   “They… came here.”

*

   Suki leaned against the wall, staring out of the window, watching as the rain hit it like blood on a wall. Jack was sat, cross-legged, on the bed playing solitaire. Bored, she wandered away from the wall and let herself fall onto the bed, right onto his game.

   “Hey!” he jumped back slightly in surprise.

   “Problem, Jack?” she teased, with a slight hint of anger at his outburst.

   “No. No. You just surprised me, that’s all. I wasn’t expecting you to do that.”

   “Ah well. That’s why you love me.”

   “I suppose,” he smiled and she propped herself up on her elbows.

   “You couldn’t go out and withdraw some money could you? If we’re gonna leave, we need some money for train fare.”

   “Ok,” he agreed, sliding off of the bed, “I won’t be long.”

   She watched as he left the room, door slamming shut behind him. She was alone. Not that she minded. After all, it wasn’t like she couldn’t defend herself if needs be.

*

   Lilith peered over her newspaper as the young man approached the cash machine. This was the person the policewoman had told her about, he fitted her description perfectly. But where was his female accomplice? Oh well, no matter. She would get her location out of him, she was sure.

   Folding her paper neatly away, she headed towards him. Leaning against the wall as he withdrew his money.

   “Hello there young man,” she greeted him.

   “Oh,” he said, looking slightly surprised to see her talking to him. “Hi.”

   “Nasty business, these murders, don’t you reckon?”

   “What do you mean?”

   “Haven’t you seen the news? Nasty, very nasty.”

   “Oh. Well I’m sure whoever it was had their reasons.”

   “You can never be sure with these psychos though, can you?”

   “I’m sorry, but who are you?”

   “Oh dear, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself,” she exclaimed, still under the pretence of conversation, holding out her hand. “My name is Lilith. And yourself?”

   “Jack,” he replied, shaking her hand. Jack. How funny, she thought sarcastically. Was this some sort of gimmick of his?
“Well,” he continued. “I’ve got to go. It was nice meeting you.” He tried to walk away, though it was obvious to Lilith that he was still confused over this strange encounter.

   “Wait!” she called after him.

   “Why?”

   “Because,” she pulled out a pair of handcuffs and, faster than he could move away, slapped them on his wrists. “You’re under arrest!”

*

   Slamming the door behind her, Suki punched a hole in the hotel wall. Where was he? Jack had been missing for a week now, and she was sure as hell that it didn’t take this long to get money.

   Angrily, she threw herself on the bed, accidentally landing on the television remote, causing the screen to flicker on.

   “…for three weeks.” The woman on the TV said, monotonously. Oh great, Suki thought, the news!

   “Now in other news, the crazed serial killer, responsible for the deaths of at least six individuals, who was arrested last week, is now being held in custody pending investigation. We can now reveal that the killer, known only as Black Jack, some kind of gimmick for his murders, and could still be responsible for many other murders in other cities. However, his accomplice, a young woman we believe, has yet to be caught.”

   With a grimace, Suki launched the remote through glass screen. Accomplice? How dare she be referred to as a mere accomplice! And how had he managed to get himself caught? Idiot.

   Clenching her fists so her knuckles cracked, she stormed back through the door. Now she had to go get him, honestly, she couldn’t leave him alone for five minutes.

   The police station wasn’t too far from the hotel, it  shouldn’t take her more than ten minutes, but the idiot shouldn’t had gotten himself arrested in the first place!

   She relished the moonlight on her back as she walked. She loved the night, so elegantly dark, with shadows to keep you company all the time.

   As she walked along in silence, her mind turned to Jack. She was angry at him, no doubt about it, but there was also another emotion there that she couldn’t as easily identify. What was that? Concern? Worry? Whatever it was, it wasn’t familiar to her.

   Lights shone through the windows of the police station as she forced the doors open. They were locked, but that didn’t stop her. Barely even a hindrance as she stormed in.

   “Who are you?” one woman asked, sternly. “Get out!”
Baring her fangs, the vampire ignored their shouts as she launched herself at them, tearing, kicking, punching, killing. Thick blood splattered up the walls, deafening screams echoing around the walls. More and more police flooded into the room, but she wasn’t bothered. It wasn’t a problem, it was a challenge. A challenge she was all too willing to accept.

   She ripped through the room like a whirlwind, chased all the time by gunfire, though it never caught her, the sound of tearing flesh and humans choking on their own blood as they tried to scream, music to her ears.

   Within minutes she stopped, admiring her handiwork. It was a bloodbath, the white walls stained red, anything that used to be furniture now reduced to rubble, and everything that used to be a person, now a bloodied mess of a corpse. Except one.

   “You,” she said to the detective, jerking her head up by her hair. “Where is Jack?”

   “So you’re his accomplice. I should’ve expected such a massacre from a monster like you.”

   Getting angrier by the minute, Suki slammed the detective’s face into the floor, breaking her nose, spilling even more blood down her face.

   “Where?!”

   Now struggling to breath, Lilith pointed, weakly, at a door in the corner. Suki dropped her victim and strode over to the door, ripping it from its hinges. Inside, Jack was sat on a small stone bench, still in handcuffs.

   “Only you would go and get yourself caught,” she said, angrily, contradicting her tone of voice as she hugged him tightly. “You idiot, what have I told you about being cautious?”

   “Sorry,” he mumbled as she tore off his handcuffs. “I didn’t realise she was the police.”

   “It shouldn’t have mattered who you thought she was. Come on, we should go.”

   She turned to go, but jack grabbed her hand and pulled her back. Before she could protest, he pulled her into a passionate kiss and she melted into his embrace. It didn’t stop her being mad at him, but it was good to have him back again.

   “Thank you,” he whispered.

   “What for?”

   “Not leaving me behind.”

   “Don’t be stupid, I’m not gonna leave you behind.”

   Like it was nothing, they stepped over the bodies that littered the station, out into the night. Lilith watched as they disappeared into the darkness. They thought they had got away with it didn’t they? Well they were wrong. She knew, now, that she wasn’t dealing with normal people, far from it. But that wasn’t going to stop her. She would stop those monsters, even if she had to destroy them.

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   Her arm slung casually around Jack’s shoulders, Suki watched as the squat, fat businessman cowered before them. She loved to watch them cower, the stench of fear, and of blood, thick in the air.

   “Please,” he begged, “don’t hurt me.”
She smiled sinisterly. Even her boyfriend couldn’t argue with her over this one, the owner of a company that used sweatshops, though she preferred to choose her victims at random. Too much research this way.

   “Too late,” Suki smirked, turning to Jack. “Your turn.”

   “Yes dear,” he said, obediently, walking forwards. He pulled the jack of spades out of his sleeve, tossing it at their victim with a flick of his wrist. “BLACK JACK!” He yelled, and an explosion erupted before them, blasting the warehouse to pieces, throwing the pair backwards.

   Heaving herself off the floor, Suki took Jack’s hand and helped him to his feet, her strength nearly yanking his arm out of it’s socket.

   “Ow,” he complained, smiling.

   “Don’t be such a wimp,” she growled, but not without the slightest hint of affection. Hand in hand, Suki with a sinister grin on her face, and Black Jack walked away from the scene of the crime, towards their hotel. She’d had her fill of blood tonight, and he’d given his punishment. All in all, it had been a good night.

   She remembered when they’d met - oddly enough, they had both been after each others’ blood, Suki needing a new victim, Jack only seeing her as a serial killer. Their would-have-been final battle had been in a warehouse not dissimilar to the one they had just destroyed. The battle had gone on all night, only ending in stalemate until sunrise. It was only when they’d stopped fighting and started talking, albeit begrudgingly, that they had understood. Jack had been less inclined to destroy her once he learned of the reason behind her bloodlust, and although his motives only confused her, she had been unable to defeat him, and that was enough to earn his admiration. Perhaps it was his genuinely intriguing fighting style that captivated her so?

   They reached the hotel, quickly sneaking into the lift before it closed. Grinning so her fangs were bared, Suki turned to Jack.

   “You’re bleeding,” she commented, her voice dripping with lust.

   “I know.”

   Her hand crept to his face and she wiped the blood away, licking it from her fingers.

   “Are we going to another city after this,” she queried, “or do we go home?”

   “It’s up to you.”

  “Well I’d like to… taste the world,” she sniggered as the doors opened, revealing a group of tourists in front of them.

   Giggling slightly, relishing their own secret, they made their way to the room. It had been a long night.

*

   In the rubble of the crime scene, Detective Lilith DeLucas pulled the rubber gloves over her hands. This was the sixth murder this week, and they were becoming more violent. Brushing her long hair behind her ears, she knelt down next to the body, or what was left of it, prodding it with an inspecting finger. What kind of monster would do this kind of thing?

   “Detective!” one of the policemen yelled to her, “I think you should take a look at this!”

   Curious, she made her way over, peering into the burnt rubble. Crouching, she pulled out some tweezers and carefully lifted a small piece of card, with a ‘J’ printed onto it.

   “What do you think this could be?” she asked the officer, showing him the new evidence.

   “Looks like the corner of a playing card to me, Detective.”

   “That’s what I thought,” she said, placing it carefully into a plastic bag. “But what would a playing card be doing here?”

   “I don’t know. Maybe our victim played poker?”

   “You think maybe he was killed because of gambling debts?”

   “Possibly.”

   “No,” a younger policewoman piped up from behind them. “It’s more than that.”

   “How can you be sure?” Lilith asked, confused. She hadn’t even seen this officer before.

   “Well, the city I’ve just transferred from had a similar case of multiple murders. And at every scene, part of the jack of spades was found. They only stopped when two tourists we were watching left.”

   “Were they suspects?”

   “Not officially. But the woman was extremely violent, and the man always seemed to have a pack of cards with him. We, well… I, thought it was very suspicious. Unfortunately, none of my colleagues believed me.”

   “I’m not surprised!” the man to their side interrupted. “What kind of evidence is that? They’re tourists, of course they’re gonna have cards! Do you have any idea how boring it is waiting at the airport, or train station, with nothing to do?”

   “Officer, please be quiet,” Lilith glared at him. “Just… take this evidence to the forensics.”

   “Fine.”

   Grumbling to himself, he skulked back to the rest of the team.

   “Now then,” the detective continued, “you say the murders stopped as soon as these tourists left?”

   “That’s right, ma’am.”

   “And where did they go after that?” she asked, though she had a feeling she already knew the answer.

   “They… came here.”

*

   Suki leaned against the wall, staring out of the window, watching as the rain hit it like blood on a wall. Jack was sat, cross-legged, on the bed playing solitaire. Bored, she wandered away from the wall and let herself fall onto the bed, right onto his game.

   “Hey!” he jumped back slightly in surprise.

   “Problem, Jack?” she teased, with a slight hint of anger at his outburst.

   “No. No. You just surprised me, that’s all. I wasn’t expecting you to do that.”

   “Ah well. That’s why you love me.”

   “I suppose,” he smiled and she propped herself up on her elbows.

   “You couldn’t go out and withdraw some money could you? If we’re gonna leave, we need some money for train fare.”

   “Ok,” he agreed, sliding off of the bed, “I won’t be long.”

   She watched as he left the room, door slamming shut behind him. She was alone. Not that she minded. After all, it wasn’t like she couldn’t defend herself if needs be.

*

   Lilith peered over her newspaper as the young man approached the cash machine. This was the person the policewoman had told her about, he fitted her description perfectly. But where was his female accomplice? Oh well, no matter. She would get her location out of him, she was sure.

   Folding her paper neatly away, she headed towards him. Leaning against the wall as he withdrew his money.

   “Hello there young man,” she greeted him.

   “Oh,” he said, looking slightly surprised to see her talking to him. “Hi.”

   “Nasty business, these murders, don’t you reckon?”

   “What do you mean?”

   “Haven’t you seen the news? Nasty, very nasty.”

   “Oh. Well I’m sure whoever it was had their reasons.”

   “You can never be sure with these psychos though, can you?”

   “I’m sorry, but who are you?”

   “Oh dear, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself,” she exclaimed, still under the pretence of conversation, holding out her hand. “My name is Lilith. And yourself?”

   “Jack,” he replied, shaking her hand. Jack. How funny, she thought sarcastically. Was this some sort of gimmick of his?
“Well,” he continued. “I’ve got to go. It was nice meeting you.” He tried to walk away, though it was obvious to Lilith that he was still confused over this strange encounter.

   “Wait!” she called after him.

   “Why?”

   “Because,” she pulled out a pair of handcuffs and, faster than he could move away, slapped them on his wrists. “You’re under arrest!”

*

   Slamming the door behind her, Suki punched a hole in the hotel wall. Where was he? Jack had been missing for a week now, and she was sure as hell that it didn’t take this long to get money.

   Angrily, she threw herself on the bed, accidentally landing on the television remote, causing the screen to flicker on.

   “…for three weeks.” The woman on the TV said, monotonously. Oh great, Suki thought, the news!

   “Now in other news, the crazed serial killer, responsible for the deaths of at least six individuals, who was arrested last week, is now being held in custody pending investigation. We can now reveal that the killer, known only as Black Jack, some kind of gimmick for his murders, and could still be responsible for many other murders in other cities. However, his accomplice, a young woman we believe, has yet to be caught.”

   With a grimace, Suki launched the remote through glass screen. Accomplice? How dare she be referred to as a mere accomplice! And how had he managed to get himself caught? Idiot.

   Clenching her fists so her knuckles cracked, she stormed back through the door. Now she had to go get him, honestly, she couldn’t leave him alone for five minutes.

   The police station wasn’t too far from the hotel, it  shouldn’t take her more than ten minutes, but the idiot shouldn’t had gotten himself arrested in the first place!

   She relished the moonlight on her back as she walked. She loved the night, so elegantly dark, with shadows to keep you company all the time.

   As she walked along in silence, her mind turned to Jack. She was angry at him, no doubt about it, but there was also another emotion there that she couldn’t as easily identify. What was that? Concern? Worry? Whatever it was, it wasn’t familiar to her.

   Lights shone through the windows of the police station as she forced the doors open. They were locked, but that didn’t stop her. Barely even a hindrance as she stormed in.

   “Who are you?” one woman asked, sternly. “Get out!”
Baring her fangs, the vampire ignored their shouts as she launched herself at them, tearing, kicking, punching, killing. Thick blood splattered up the walls, deafening screams echoing around the walls. More and more police flooded into the room, but she wasn’t bothered. It wasn’t a problem, it was a challenge. A challenge she was all too willing to accept.

   She ripped through the room like a whirlwind, chased all the time by gunfire, though it never caught her, the sound of tearing flesh and humans choking on their own blood as they tried to scream, music to her ears.

   Within minutes she stopped, admiring her handiwork. It was a bloodbath, the white walls stained red, anything that used to be furniture now reduced to rubble, and everything that used to be a person, now a bloodied mess of a corpse. Except one.

   “You,” she said to the detective, jerking her head up by her hair. “Where is Jack?”

   “So you’re his accomplice. I should’ve expected such a massacre from a monster like you.”

   Getting angrier by the minute, Suki slammed the detective’s face into the floor, breaking her nose, spilling even more blood down her face.

   “Where?!”

   Now struggling to breath, Lilith pointed, weakly, at a door in the corner. Suki dropped her victim and strode over to the door, ripping it from its hinges. Inside, Jack was sat on a small stone bench, still in handcuffs.

   “Only you would go and get yourself caught,” she said, angrily, contradicting her tone of voice as she hugged him tightly. “You idiot, what have I told you about being cautious?”

   “Sorry,” he mumbled as she tore off his handcuffs. “I didn’t realise she was the police.”

   “It shouldn’t have mattered who you thought she was. Come on, we should go.”

   She turned to go, but jack grabbed her hand and pulled her back. Before she could protest, he pulled her into a passionate kiss and she melted into his embrace. It didn’t stop her being mad at him, but it was good to have him back again.

   “Thank you,” he whispered.

   “What for?”

   “Not leaving me behind.”

   “Don’t be stupid, I’m not gonna leave you behind.”

   Like it was nothing, they stepped over the bodies that littered the station, out into the night. Lilith watched as they disappeared into the darkness. They thought they had got away with it didn’t they? Well they were wrong. She knew, now, that she wasn’t dealing with normal people, far from it. But that wasn’t going to stop her. She would stop those monsters, even if she had to destroy them.