Vampire case, part 1 by Meadows Two vampire giantesses Update: 07/10/1997 to giantess Tuesday Evening "So what's it gonna be man?" Doug said hastily, starting to get angry at his partner's indecision, "I gotta go!" "All right Doug, Jesus! Like a little kid!" replied Scott in an equally frustrated tone of voice, "Get me two krullers and a Boston cream." Doug whipped around and bolted for the donut shop across the street. Scott yelled after him, "Don't forget to wash your hands Dougie! Or should I call your mom for backup?" Doug flipped him off without turning around and disappeared into the shop. "God! When he's gotta go...he's Gotta Go!", Scott said to himself as he settled back into the seat of the sedan. He wanted to say "what a pussy" but knew better. Doug was tough as nails and Scott was glad to have him as a partner. Snatching the newspaper Doug picked up before their shift started from the back seat, Scott spread it out over the steering wheel, taking a quick glance up the street and through the rear view mirror before starting to read. The headline infuriated him: VAMPIRE CASE BAFFLES POLICE "Godammit! What a bunch-a-Fuckin' Garbage!!", he yelled slinging the periodical across to the passenger side of the car. Thoughts about the crime scenes of the "Vampire" case they had been working for the past month flashed though his mind. The newspapers and television stations were having a field day with this one because the bodies of the desceased were drained of blood after being maliciously assaulted. Not only that, but even spilled blood was removed, as if it were necessary to leave no blood behind. And to top it off this serial killer really knew what he was doing. There was absolutely no evidence left behind. No finger- prints, no nothing. It was one of those cases that detectives have night- mares about being assigned to; the kind where you have to wait for some- one to get killed and hope the killer makes a mistake, leaving something behind for you to use as a lead. Resting his chin on a trembling hand, he glanced over to the donut shop to see if he could summise Doug's prog- ress through the tall glass windows of the shop. Doug was no where in sight, which meant he was still in the john. "Vampires my ass!," he shouted slamming his fist on the steering wheel. "Fuckin' media..." he grumbled to himself. "Comeon Doug...Jesus! What've you been holding it all day? God!" He was starting to get ansy. "Finally! God!," he yelled seeing Doug appear from the hallway that lead back to the bathrooms. "Now get the Goddam donuts so we can get outta here." The radio crackled to life and he reached down to grab the mic: "Seven Mary Three this is Dispatch, over." "Go Dispatch, Seven Mary Three." "Eight Forty-Seven. Request your assistance, over." "Uh...copy that Dispatch." He realized this was a homicide. "Possible tie-in to case Ten Alpha Twenty-two." "We're on it!" he yelled back, ecstatically also checking on Doug's progress, "Uh...I mean ..That's a Ten Four, Dispatch!" He fired up the engine and pulled the shifter into gear. "Copy you Seven Mary Three." Scott smashed the gas pedal launch- ing the sedan from it's parking place into a quick U-turn to land the passenger car door right across from the door to the donut shop. "Address: Nine One Three Primrose, over" "Copy that Dispatch: Nine Thirteen Primrose. Ten Four Out." He aring the squeeling tires of the sedan, and knowing what it meant, Doug threw some cash on the counter and raced for the door to the shop. "Copy Seven Mary Three, Dispatch out." Doug slid into the sedan, with the package of doughnuts, Scott put up the light and smashed the gas pedal again while Doug hit the siren. The car roared down the street. "Lead?" Doug inquired. "Yep. 913 Primrose." "Ahhhh. Fancy Schmancy." "Our little friends are really getting around now." "Whatever." ------------ Tuesday Evening The sedan squeeled to a stop just feet before the crime scene tape that was stretched across the entrance to a large driveway leading up to the house. A uniformed officer who was standing by a patrol car walked over to meet them. "What's the scoop?" Scott asked intently. The officer replied in a montone voice motioning up the driveway, "Homicide. Family of three. All dead." Nodding, Scott and Doug walked up the driveway. Upon reaching the atrium-style entrance to the house, Scott noticed the large piece of wall ripped away from the hinge-side of the doorway. The heavy mahogony door and the piece of wall the top hinge was attached to was laying face down on the right-hand row of bushes that flanked the stepping stones leading to the entrance. "That door _had_ to be pushed out from the inside," Scott thought to himself "someone was leaving in a hurry...." his thoughts trailed as he stepped over a maze of power cords leading into the house. The only light was from a set of work- lamps in the living room area straight back from the entrance. The lux- urious interior was completely ransacked. All of the furniture in sight was either torn, smashed, or toppled over. A tall, slim figure approached him from the other side of the area where a few men bent over three bodies in different locales were working. "Scott." said the figure in greeting. "Jack" he replied acknowledging him. Jack Simmonds was an older man, nearing retirement, who has spent his whole life investigating crime scenes like this one. Nothing phased this man, who in his own mind, had seen it all. "Whaddaya think? First impression?" "They're getting more violent. That door.." Scott started. "Pushed from the inside," both men said in unison. "Come take a look at daddy over here," Jack motioned for them to follow. He led them to the left-hand side of the work area to a body lying in a clump by one wall of the living room. "Look up there," Jack pointed roughly twenty feet up the wall of the cathedral ceilinged living room where it was splattered with blood. "What the fuck?" Scott said in disbeleif. "I think dad was thrown up there and fell to his death here," mo- tioning with his arms the path of descent. "Look," he added, shining his flashlight below the blood splattered area, "No blood here...all the way to the floor," and moving the flashlight back up, "yet blood here." "That's wicked," Scott mumbled. "Throw a man 20 feet up _at_ the wall. That's fuckin' wicked. You'd have to be really strong to do tha.." "Or really tall," Jack interupted. "Take a look at mommy?" "Okay.." Scott said hesitantly knowing how Jack loved to show him this kind of stuff, and give hypothesis on how it happened. Jack lead them through the work area to the opposite side of the living room, pointing down to a child's body along the way. "See?" he pointed to what used to be a puddle of blood surrounding the child. The puddle was nearly non-existent save the stains in the carpet; streaks point ing in all directions indicated that it was scooped away. "Look at them streaks. You still gonna tell me that it wasn't done by hand?" he said, still moving, not really expecting an answer. Scott merely absorbed dis- believingly what his eyes were telling him, following Jack. "Okay, here's mommy," Jack stopped at the figure laying on the other side of the living room. "Christ Jack! Where's her head?!?" Doug exclaimed. "Oh..." he said noncallantly, "it's in there." their eyes follow ed Jack's flashlight up the wall, again 20 feet, to a large hole surround- ed by blood stains. "What are those small marks around the outside of the hole at the top?" Scott asked. "Indentations from fingernails. Your killers screwed up." "Yes!" Scott elated. "Look at the spread Scott." Jack pointed out in a serious tone. "The hand that did that was more than one foot wide." "Jesus.." Doug remarked. "Imagine this boys, someone say....20 feet tall lifts her by the head, smashes it really hard into the wall leaving those indentations, and the body falls here." He pauses then, "All three bodies have been drained of blood and partially consumed, just like the others." Scott's beeper goes off. "That's unbelievable. I'm not sure if I buy it." Doug said un- convinced of Jack's theory. Glancing down at his beeper, Scott remarked, "It's Douche. He wants us to call him." "Maybe he has a lead," Doug replied. Scott walked over to a phone and dialed the number an undercover detective nicknamed Douche beeped them with. Scott pulled a few strings a couple of weeks back and arranged for Douche to work the seedy club scenes, scoping for leads on their case. Douche was a master at infiltrating gangs, cults, and the like. The phone rang on the other end and a scruffy voice answered imme diately. "Yo." "Douche?" "Yeah. Scott. You gotta get over here to this club. Might be a lead." Music from the club nearly drowned his voice. It was very dark, ominous music. Hard to categorize, Scott thought to himself. "Speak." "These two chicks, I've been scoping just showed up. Real psy- chos man. Loose lips, big talkers." "Where the hell you at man? What kinda music _is_ that?" Scott asked, his curiosity aroused. "'The Abyss' on 5th and Kennedy." Douche answered, "It's a vam- pire cafe." "A vampire cafe?!? What the..." "You know, blood sex, shit like that. Vampire wannabes." "I see. So these chicks..." "I haven't made contact. I've just been eavesdropping for the last few nights. Sick shit man, sick shit." "All right. Give us twenty minutes." "Don't bring Doug in! Too suspicious. Capiche?" "Yeah...capiche." "Where you at?" "Bar on the left." "The girls?" "In the back. A booth with some kids." "Alright." With that, Scott hung up the phone and walked back over to Jack and Doug. "Lead?" Doug asked. "Yeah. Some chicks he's been scoping at this vampire joint on 5th. Let us know if you find anything else interesting, okay Jack?" "You got it." They got in the sedan, and drove over to the club not saying much. Their minds were preocupied with what they saw at the house, and the thought of dealing with a 20 foot serial killer. ---------- Tuesday Night Driving past the club, Scott found an inconspicuous parking spot a couple of blocks away. Both proceded to exit the car and Scott insisted, "Nuh uh! Sorry Iowa. Too conspicuous." "You fuck." Doug replied, plopping back down in the seat, know- ing that Scott was reffering to his attire. "Sorry. No pretty boys." "Yeah, yeah..." "Be back soon," Scott said laughingly, leaning back into the car. He could hear the boom boom boom of music emanating from the club a block away. There wasn't a line of people leading to the front door, indicat- ing that this wasn't one of the more popular places in town. Upon enter ing, the dark, pounding music was the first thing that grabbed him, the man in black on the other side of the door was the second. The doorman, an immense being with short blonde hair, and too many muscles, held his shoulder to stop him. Eyeing him for a second, he said "Alright.." and let go, judging that Scott was way beyond the I.D. age. Pausing for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dark interior, and ears adjust to the drowning level of the sound, Scott peered to the left and saw a bar that ran most of the length of the club with several people seated around it talking and drinking. At the far end of the bar, where it turned in toward the wall, was a scraggily dressed man who looked like he was drowning his sorrows in a tall glass of beer. "There he is," he thought to himself and proceded to cross over to him. Between the entrance and the bar, were many tables dimly lit with candles, all taken by people dressed in black outfits of one sort or another. They talked, drank, and laughed. Pretty typical. The walls of the club were adorned with gothic artworks, and statues of gargoyles were scattered throughout the club. Glancing casually, at the back of the club he saw several booths, the kind where the seats wrap around the table, alcoved into the rear wall. They too were dimly lit with candles, and occupied by people dressed in black attire. All had at least four or five occupants except one, the second from the left-hand wall of the club where Douche was sitting at the bar. It was occupied by the women he had men- tioned on the phone. They were leaning over two wine glasses, talking with each other. No "kids" were in sight. Scott approached the bar and took a seat next to Douche and start- ed to reach for his wallet. Douche turned to look at who sat down next to him, and with a drunken squint in is eye and tone of voice announced, "Hey pal! Let me buy the next round," sliding a few bucks in front of Scott. "He's in charachter..." Scott thought to himself and picked up the cash, revealing a small capsule. "Thanks friend," he replied, signal- ling to the bartender who was now headed to their end of the bar, "very kind." "Don't men-chun it." Douche replied adamently. Scott slid the capsule off the bar and held it in his hand underneath. "I'll have a Budweiser, " he said with a smile to the bartender who was now standing in front of them. Without expression, the bartender produced a bottle of beer from underneath the bar, and placing it before Scott, took the cash. Scott motioned for him to keep the change. "So," he said quietly without moving his lips much and placing his hand on the bottle, "what's the scoop?" Looking back down into his glass, Douche replied, "You missed their friends. They left a few minutes ago. Just teeny-bopper vampire wannabes who look up to these two. I think they're discussing a hit they are going to make now. Hurry up." Scott lifed his hand to scratch his right ear, and slid the capsule in at the same time. He could now hear what the women 15 feet away were discussing. low toned voice: "...don't know if we should trust them." Scott took a sip of beer. high toned voice: "I think they're fine. Besides, you know we can always use another set of eyes to find people." Scott wondered where Douche had the microphone hidden. Douche interjected, "They're talking about the kids who just left. They were telling the chicks about a couple security guards at a parking lot somewhere over on 67th." low toned voice: "I say we check it out first. Do the guards some other time." high toned voice: "Whatever Trish, I'm still hungry." she said in an exasperated tone. low toned voice: "I know honey. As soon as we can get six at once, we won't have to hide like this anymore. Six should do it." high toned voice: "Can you imagine how nice it's going be to have fresh blood every night? From live people?" she said with a giggle. low toned voice: "Yeah...it's gonna be nice. This town's in for a rude awakening." she replied in a confident tone. Scott turned to look at them, wondering what the one meant by "six should do it," but coudn't see them from the position he was in. high toned voice: "Let's do the guards Trish, then when those kids see we're for real, they'll either set us up with more or we'll do them." Scott's face turned to one of concern, envisioning a group of in- nocent teens being slaughtered by these two. low toned voice: "Too bad there's only five of them. Okay, if it looks safe, we'll do the gaurds." With that, the two women arose from the booth and proceded to leave. Scott casually glanced in their direction as they left. They were pretty, but neither of them were particularily gorgeous; it would be more accrurate to say they were in good shape physically. They looked to be the vegetarian/health concious type. Both in their mid to late twen- ties, he thought. Tall, slender, both had long hair, one brunette, one auburn. The dark-eyed brunette was dressed in a dark, tight fitting top with a short, ruffled mini-skirt and black heels. The top was very low cut, revealing ample cleavage adorned with gold necklaces. She looked like the kind of woman who could pick-up a man any night of the week just by picking out the right outfit before leaving the house; a natural beauty you might say, though you'd probably never see her on the cover of any magazines. The auburn haired one was dressed much more conservatively, and was not nearly as well endowed as her friend. She had a very fair complex ion, and light blue eyes. "She could be a natural red head," Scott thought to himself noticing the light freckles on her arms. He also not- iced a tatoo on her left arm as they gathered their purses. It kind of looked like a flower, but it was too dark to tell. Even with the tatoo and combat boots, she looked rather bookish wearing a one-piece floral print dress. You could slap a pair of thick rimmed glasses on her, stick her in the library, and she's the one everyone would go to with questions whether she worked there or not. They strode across the club, making their way through the maze of tables to the exit. The dark haired woman had her right arm around the auburn haired one, whispering to her as they went. Turning back to his beer, Scott asked "So, they tell the kids any thing that relates to the previous homicides?" "No, not really. They talk about killing people for real and drinking blood, but they never give enough specifics that I could tie them into our case. The kids really eat it up, but I don't know if they are really convinced. I think they just like to come here to be 'part of the scene' and these two chicks must seem like vampire goddesses to them." "Boys? Girls?" "Two girls, three guys, the oldest may be 20 at best." "What else did they talk about tonight?" "Just more vague generalities about killing and how to sneak up on people and kill them. Real suspenseful, under your breath, quiet stuff. The kids are hooked." "And what do you think?" "I think you and Doug better get your asses over to that parking lot on 67th. I don't know if these chicks are the one's you're looking for, but I think they intend to fuck them guards up. You should hear the way they talk about this shit with the kids." "All right, thanks." He took the earpiece out and slipped it in the pocket on Douche's jacket. "Don't mention it. Say, you gonna finish that beer?" Scott took another slug from the bottle and set it back down on the bar, "Nope." He turned and headed for the door. Arriving at he car, where Doug was waiting, Scott opened the door and leaned in, "You see the two chicks that walked out a minute ago?" "Yeah...they got into a red Miata and headed west. Was that them?" "Uh huh, and Douche thinks they're headed to 67th to do a couple guards." "Interstate's just a few blocks away." "Uh huh. Call it in. But hold off on backup for now." Doug called in their position and informed Dispatch of their plan s. Once on the interstate, they headed north, and reached 67th a few minutes later. "So which way?" Doug asked as Scott pulled pulled to a stop after exiting the expressway. "Hell if I know. There's parking lots all up and down the street. We'll just have to keep our eyes open." He proceded to head west. They passed several parking lots, some secured, some not. None had many cars in them. As they passed the secured ones, they noted whether or not the attendant's box was actually attended. All boxes had a guard until they reached a parking lot at the intersection of 67th and Sunrise. To the west, across Sunrise, was the Sunrise Musical Theater. No performances were scheduled for this night, and the place was dark except for a few lights in the lobby. The buildings in the surrounding area were business- es; they were dark too, except for an occasional light here and there. The parking lot had a few cars in it, and most of it's lighting was out; the attendant's box, while lighted, was empty. "Whaddaya think? Kids, con- certs? I'll bet they know the guards by name..." Scott murmered rhetorica lly. Parking along 67th, they scanned the area, "There's the Miata!" Doug exclaimed, pointing across the lot to 66th street where it was parked on the other side. "Yes! This is it. Call for backup." Scott said opening the door quietly and getting out of the car. Doug proceded to inform Dispatch of their status and requested backup. The absense of lights in the parking lot, becuase there were no performances here tonight, made it the perfect setting for any number of criminal acts. Places like this begged for crimial attention, Scott thought to himself as he and Doug crossed the lot to 66th street where the attendant's booth was located. Approaching the booth, Scott visually inspected the Miata from across the street only to see it was empty while Doug peered into the booth. "Scott!" he wispered excitedly, "Man down!" Scott looked in and saw an older man gagged and tied up, laying on his back in the tiny orifice. Doug tried to open the door, but it was locked. The man lifted his tied hands and pointed to the South, behind him, with his thumbs. "MMMM! MMMM!" he screamed through the gags in his mouth indicat- ing something South of where they were. Both Scott and Doug looked across the street. It was deserted in both directions. "The alley." Scott pointed, "I'm gonna check it out. See what you can do with the lock." "No Scott. You should wait for backup." "Yeah, yeah..." he replied, but was already shuffling across the street to the alley where two bulidings almost touched. He pulled his gun out from under his jacket, and released the safety. "Goddammit!" Doug whispered to himself as he scrambled through his pockets looking for the small set of tools he used for picking locks. He watched as Scott disappeared into the darkness of the alley. "Shit!" He took a quick glance behind himself to the north, then looked west at the the theater, and east to the other end of the parking lot where it was flanked by more office buildings. No one in sight. Scott crept slowly down the alley. Something was happening furth er south in the darkness. He could hear rustling or something. In the dim lighting, he could see that the alley took a right turn several feet ahead, and whatever was going on, was happening right around the corner. Closer to the corner now, he could hear clinking and crackling sounds mixed in with heavy breathing and what sounded like slurping. Adrenaline rushing through his veins, he decided to take a chance thinking he could catch the two women by surprise. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small flashlight with his left hand and got a better grip on this gun with his right. "Showtime." he thought to himself as he quickly step- ped around the corner turning on the flashlight, holding it right above the gun. "Freeze!" he yelled. The sight was nearly inconceivable. The women were both crouched down over separate pieces of what used to be the other guard. Standing squarely before them, he caught glimpses of torn flesh and chewed appen- dages as the woman on the left started to lunge toward him from her crouched position. She dropped her meal before her and sprung forward, as Scott squeezed off two rounds that found homes deep in her chest. With a muffled scream she fell forward hitting the ground with a loud thud. Scott saw her laying face down, fully stretched out over the lower half of the guard, as he turned his attention, the gun, and small flashlight, to the woman on the right. "Don't shoot." she spoke loudly. "Don't shoot." Dropping the guard's maligned torso before her, she raised her blood covered hands slowly where Scott could see them. Scott's heart was beating fast. If she even breathed in the wrong direction, he was gonna send her packing straight to hell. "Don't shoot" she said loudly again as she slowly began to rise, a fearful expression on her face. She stared at the gun. Scott did a quick check on the other woman with the flashlight, and then back. As she stood up, Scott tipped his head back to look up into her eyes, he wanted to watch her eyes. She started straight into his, her face now showing no emotion. Keeping the gun aimed at her chest, he looked up and down the length of her body realizing she was abnormally taller than when he saw her at the club. It was the same pretty, auburn haired woman, except now she was covered with blood and stood somewhere around 9 to 10 feet tall. Realizing this, he stepped back distancing himself from her a bit, working his way to the corner and checked the other woman once more. No movement, and yes, she too had somehow grown larger. Clothing and all, they were proportionately larger. "Fuck me naked..." he murmured aloud in an astonished voice. The woman standing squinted her eyes at him. "Don't even FUCKING think about it lady!" He shouted up at her. "Don't even think about it. You just stand there," he said stepping back once more past the corner behind him and taking a quick glance to his right, back down the alley, to see if Doug was headed over. He knew Doug would have heard the shots. "Please Doug," he thought to himself, "get your ass over here". "You get 'em?" Doug yelled up the alley, approaching cautiously. "Yeah!" he yelled back, staring into the tall woman's eyes. "One's down." "I'm gonna kill you little man..." she started. "Quiet lady. Don't start no shit with me." They were about 15 feet apart, but the eye contact was so intense, they might as well have been standing face to face. "I'm going to rip you and your little partner in half as soon as he gets up here, and I'm gonna eat both of you alive." she continued in a condescending tone. "Doug, get up here man. She's gonna go for it." he yelled, know- ing she was going to make a move any second. Doug approached from behind, and becuase Scott was too close to the corner to stand on his right side and provide cover, proceded to step toward his left. Gun still aimed at her chest, Scott reached into his back pocket with his left hand to get the cuffs. Losing his balance, he fell backwards into Doug, who also lost his balance. Her hand was now moving for his gun as he realized that she instantly closed the gap between them and pushed him. He pulled the gun down, trying to regain balance as her hand swung before him, then lifted it back up and sloppily fired two more rounds. Scott landed on his butt as she let out a deafening scream. One bullet caught her on the left in the abdomen, the other grazed her left shoulder. Doug suddenly stepped over him, and not having any kind of proper grip on his gun yet, used it to bludgeon her head as she was bent over holding her shoulder in pain. "Goddamn she's fast!" Scott yelled as she dropped to the ground, face down. Readjusting his grip on the gun quickly, Doug dropped a round into her back. Scott scurried to his feet and grabbing the cuffs, strad- dled the giantess as she lay face down. As soon as he secured the second cuff to her blood soaked hands, she tried to break free, but couldn't. She roared at the thought of defeat, and rolled over causing Scott to lose balance once more. He fell back between her legs, and she caught him there as she sat up. Locking her feet together, she began to squeeze while Scott's chest was trapped between her knees. "AAAGHHHH!" Scott yel- led as the pressure commenced and his breath was forced out of him. "Don't!" Doug commanded, approaching her, placing his gun to her head. Pressing the barrel into her temple, tears started to run down her cheek as she squinted, squeezing Scott as hard as she could. Taking an extra few seconds to make the most of her efforts, she squeezed once more extra hard, then released the pressure. Scott scrambled from between her powerful legs. "Jesus!" he yelled trying to regain his breath, hands on his bruised chest. "Stay over there Scott," Doug demanded, not taking his eyes or the gun off of the woman. "I know what your thinking." He was amazed at the size of this woman. Sitting up, she was as tall has he. "Jesus, God!" Scott cried, still trying to regain his breath, dropping to his knees once more. An evil grin appeared on the woman's face as she watched him struggling to catch his breath. "Puny man." she commented condescendingly. Sirens could be heard in the distance. She grimaced as the pain from the gunshot wound in her back started taking it's toll on her own stamina. "We gotta cuff the other one too." Scott huffed, and stood up going for Doug's cuffs. Doug pressed the barrel of the gun hard against her temple once more to remind her who was in charge. "Aghhhh!," she cried loudly from the pain. Scott cuffed the other woman and stepped away quickly. Checking up the alley, he yelled for the officers he could see standing in the street "Down here! Down here!" then quietly to himself, "Down here, dammit. Jees!" He was still huffing, trying to catch his \ breath. Three more officers padded down the alley, fresh and full of energy, to assist in the final stages of apprehention. They were shocked both at the carnage of the half-eaten guard, and the size of the two women. It took three men just to drag the first woman out, who was in reality only unconcious from the shots in the chest. Far from dead. They decided to tie the legs and feet of the auburn haired giantess for safety's sake. Due to their size, both women needed separate ambulances. The plan was simple: get 'em patched up at Mercy, and haul them off to jail as quickly as possible. Scott rode with two officers in the ambulance with the auburn haired woman, while Doug rode with the dark haired one who was still unconcious. The remaining officer stayed behind to assist in cleaning up the remains of the guard as more help arrived. ---------- Late Tuesday Night During the trip to the hospital, the bodies of both women return- ed to their normal size much to Doug and Scott's relief. As the two women were wheeled in by the medics, tied down to their stretchers, the auburn haired one started screaming at the other "Trish! Wake up! Trish!" This went on all the way down the hall to the emergency room. Two doctors and three nurses followed them into the room and the doors were shut. Scott, Doug, and two of the officers stood a few doors down, by a table with a coffee maker, making plans about phase two of this operation when the medics reappeared from the emergency room and made their way to the exit. Scott pulled one of the guards with him to the door leading to the room, to stand gurard. Approaching the room, he could hear the one woman was still yelling at her friend, trying to wake her up. "We need to separate these two as soon as possible. I don't like this," he said impatiently, peering through the window at the commotion taking place within the room as the doctors and nurses started working on the women. Scott walked back to where Doug was. One of the doctors burst through the doors, and seeing Scott and Doug, approached them. "I thought you said you shot them!" he exclaimed with a puzzled look on his face. "We did!" Doug replied defensively, "Five rounds!" "Yeah!" Scott added. "Well there's NO bullets now, gentlemen." The doctor said angri- ly, feeling like someone was playing games with him. Looking beyond them, he shouted down the hall, "Someone get X-ray down here," and continued in a quieter tone to the officers, "This is bullshit." With a look of disgust he turned at walked back to the room, Scott and Doug stared at each other with disbelieving looks on their faces. "No bullets, no wounds, no nothing!" The doctor stammered as he disappeared through the doors. "That's crazy." Scott murmered, recounting what happened in the alley to himself. As he headed back over to the doors to the operating room. A nurse quickly passed him, with a cart containing portable X-ray equipment. She pushed through the doors into the room, then Scott watched her through the windows as she began to set it up. Eyeing both of the women, he saw they were both laying still on the operating tables, eyes closed. "They must have been sedated," he thought. Turning back to Doug, he raised his hands in gesutre with a puzzled look on his face, and start- ed to return. "Beats me!" Halfway back to where Doug and the other officer were standing, loud clanging could be heard from the room. Scott froze for an instant, listening. Hearing the screams, he turned and ran back. Doug and the other officer followed. "Holy shit!" the officer who was posted guard exclaimed holding onto his hat as he looked into the room. Odd scraping noises and more clanging could be heard. "What?!?" Scott yelled as he approached the window to take a look. Instantly, the windows on the doors were blocked by something aluminum. "They pushed it in front of the door!" The officer yelled in reply. "Who?!?" "Those women!" Scott yanked one of the doors open only to see it was blocked by something aluminum from top to bottom. More screams could be heard. "They're big again!" "Fuck!" Scott said, trying to push the aluminum structure straight forward, "Come on! Help me!" Even with Doug and another officer, the object wouldn't budge. The screaming continued from the other side. The doctors could now be heard, screaming for help and pleading for their lives, along with more clanging and banging noises. Other hospital person- nel started to gather around. "It's a workbench with shelving," a nurse said quickly, "All the rooms have them. They're mounted to the walls!" "Un-be-fucking-lievable!" Scott said out of frustration pounding on it once with a clenched fist. "Is there any other way into the room?" "Not in 7. It's a closed room." she replied as the screaming stopped. All was quiet. "Okay...everybody get away from here!" Doug commanded. "Why? Who's in there?" A man in a suit demanded. "You don't wanna know. Just move it!" Scott yelled at him. Some people started backing away down the hall in both directions. "I'm the director of this hospital! I have a right to know!" he insisted loudly. "I don't have time for this!" Scott strated pacing back and forth thinking. "For the safety of your people here, please tell them all to leave the area." Doug added. The ceiling and walls began to tremble as pounding could be heard from within the room. Screams came from both rooms on either side from patients left unattended in the commotion. "You!" Scott pointed at the officer who was standing with Doug, "Backup! Now!" The officer grabbed his radio and started calling for backup. "They're breaking through the walls!" Doug yelled over the pound- ing noises. "You're with me." Scott pointed to the officer who was posted guard as he started moving up the hall to the room on the left, while Doug and the other officer, finishing up the call went down to the other one. Clanging, thrashing, and pounding could be heard from both rooms sending the hospital staff into a frenzied panic. People were running everywhere, but mainly for the entrance. "We can't let those women out!" he yelled. As Scott reached the door, he looked down the hall at Doug, and lifted his hand to give a signal so they'd enter the rooms simutaneously. Doug was following the officer he was with, and they had just reached the room. As Doug looked back, the door to that room flew open revealing an enormous hand that grabbed the officer in front of him. The officer screamed as the giantess' left hand clenched around his chest, crushing him to death, and pulled him into the room. From the size of the hand, it was obvious the women had to be on their hands and knees at least. Then, before the door even had a chance to swing shut, her right hand grasped it on it's inside edge along with the wall and pulled inward. A huge chunk of the wall was torn off right where Doug was standing now exposing him to the giantess on the other side. "Shit!" he yelled as her right hand lurched forward to grab him. He dove out of it's way, dropping his gun in the process. "Doug!" Scott cried, starting to run to aid his partner, leaving the other officer. Lifting his gun while running, he dodged the panicing hospital personel who were all screaming with fear. The hand turned in to a fist and started pounding the floor around Doug, trying to crush him. "AAAGHHH!" The officer behind him screamed as he too was pulled into the room by the other giantess. Doug, crawling on his hands and knees, scurried for his gun. "Doug! Look out!" Scott came to a stop as he saw the hand grab Doug around the waist, pinning him down, preventing him from reaching his gun. Doug screamed in terror. She started to crawl out into the hal- lway; it was the auburn haired woman. Looking up at the celing, he judged that she would not be able to stand up when she got out. Behind him, he could hear the wall being ripped open. People running past him, toward the exit were now blocked by the giantess holding Doug in her right hand. She quickly transfered Doug to her left hand and started swatting people with her right. Scott froze as he saw screaming doctors and nurses knock ed around as if they were toys. "Scott, help me!" Doug cried, as his captor continued crawling out into the hallway. He took aim at the giantess' head, but suddenly both of his arms were knocked straight down, by a hand that was taking hold of him. The hand effortlessly wrestled him to the ground, and he too drop- ped his gun in the process. "UUHHGGHH! Shit!" he cried as the hand crushed him while the dark haired giantess started crawling to the exit, dragging him with her. Unable to hold Doug and Scott in their hands as they crawled, they merely prevented them from getting away by slinging and pushing them along the floor in front of them as they went. Along the way, both women pounded helpless doctors, nurses, and patients into the walls with their free hands. From behind, the hallway was filled with the dark haired giantess' shapley panty-clad ass as she crawled slowly through the clutter of people, either dead or seriously wounded. Her mini-skirt bobbed up and down as she crawled, revealing her enormous ass, but few people took notice. Upon reaching the exit, the auburn haired giantess swept a half dozen people who hadn't quite made it out against the wall with her left forearm, crushing them all. She then proceded to push the wall surrounding the door forward, and it tumbled out with a loud crash onto the people and ambu- lances parked outside. She was free. She quickly stood up with a liberating smile, and holding Doug firmly, she dusted herself off and waited for her friend to join her. Gazing around, she delighted in the fact that she was so much taller now. The people below her looked like little dolls. Then staring at Doug, her mouth watered at the thought of how delicious they would taste. "Trish was right!" She exclaimed to Doug with smile indicating how amazed she was, "We are bigger now!" Doug figured her to be roughly 30 feet tall; she had absolutely no problem hanging on to him now with one hand. "And we're going to get bigger everytime Steph." Patricia re- plied as she crawled out of the opening in the front of the building, then standing up with Scott in her hands. "Everything is working out perfect- ly." Hearing this, the few onlookers who had stopped briefly to observe the giantesses, started running again. "Your'e so smart." Stephanie replied. Approaching her friend, she hugged her with her free hand and kissed her longingly. The two giantesses embraced each other for a moment when pangs of hunger rang out in Staphanie's stomach. "I'm still hungry Trish", she wispered embarass- ingly in Patricia's ear. "Do you ever fill up?" Paticia replied with a laugh. "Okay hon, go get us a snack!" Stepping away from Patricia and looking at the people below her, she noticed Scott in Patricia's hand. Pointing, she demanded, "I want HIM." with a stern face. Scott's heart stopped. "No! He's for later." Patricia snapped in an authoritative tone. "Give me the other one too." The expression on Stephanie's face turned to one of submission, as she conceded by handing Doug over. "It's okay sweety, we'll have them for later. Now go find us something good to munch on," she consoled. As if a light went off in Stephanie's head, a smile returned to her face, and her expression turned to one of glee. She twirled around and ran off looking for little people. "She always do what you say?" Scott asked, looking up at his giant captor. "I turned her, so she'd better." Patricia replied as she leaned back onto the building behind her, watching Stephanie run about. "Isn't she beautiful?" "Uh, yeah. In a big sort of way." "Don't be a smartass little man!" Patricia commanded, tightening her grip on him and raising him to her face. "UGH! You're hurting me!" "That's nothing. Wait until I let Stephanie eat you limb by limb." She sneered as she sucked his arm into her mouth and licked it. Turning her attention to Stephanie, she watched as she turned over cars looking for people. The noise in the parking lot was herendous. Stephanie would kneel down, grab a car from underneath and tilt it up a bit so she could see if anyone was inside. Not finding anyone, she'd flip it over the rest of the way and move on to the next. Realizing that what Stephanie was doing wasn't particularily bright, she yelled to her and motioned to the parking lot entrance where many cars were jammed up as people tried to escape. As Stephanie ran over, the pounding sound of her enormous boots could be heard echoing off of other buildings in the vicinity. "She's so sweet," she commented, referring to Stephanie's innocent ignorance. "Why are you doing this?" Doug cried. "We all have to eat, dear." Patricia answered with a sigh not turning her attention away from Stephanie. Grabbing one of the first cars she could lay her hands on, she jerked it up, and standing, held it at eye level. A woman, the car's soul content, screamed histerically as Stephanie ripped the door off and tipped the car so that the woman would fall into her hand. Then tossing the car aside, it landing with a crash on top of some others, reached for another. "You eat people?" "Sometimes. Its' the blood we really want. We need it to survive." "So you _are_ vampires." Scott blurted. "In the flesh." Patricia replied looking down at the two. "Bet you didn't think we existed." She laughed. "I don't know what I thought." Scott said hopelessly. "Steph, honey!" Patricia pointed behind where Stephanie was cur- rently working with a car, where people had started to get out of their cars to flee on foot. Instantly, she snatched up five people. They all either started screaming for help or pleaded for their lives. "That's enough for now. Come back." she yelled. "Oh my God!" Doug yelled in horror, watching Stephanie work her way back through the parking lot to where they were with five people scrunched between her hands; all of them screaming and crying. "God has nothing to do with this, little man." Patricia chortled condescendingly. "Look how many I got Trish!" Stephanie resounded as she approach- ed with a smile on her face; screaming, pleading people in her hands. "It was _so_ easy!" "I saw. You did such a good job too, honey. How's about giving me two, and you can have the rest?" Sirens could be heard in the dis- tance. Patricia's face turned to a scowl as she looked into the direction of the sounds. "Are we going to stay?" Stephanie asked with a concerned look on her face, transferring two people to Patricia. Patricia now held Doug and Scott in her left hand, and two more people in her right. "I don't know honey, let's see how many there are. Hurry up and eat." Stephanie quickly took a young man that was by himself in her right hand crying, and shoved his head and part of his upper torso in her mouth. He screamed as she bit down on him and sucked the blood gushing into her mouth from his crushed body. "Uhhh!" she said with a grimace. "His clothes!" She spat out blood and twisted her face at the taste of his clothes mixed with the blood, then slung his dead body to the ground in disgust. Patricia watched with an understanding expression on her face. "Pretty ucky?" "Gross!" Stephanie replied in disgust, as she tore the blouse off of a woman in her left hand who was screaming and flailing helplessly. "Hold still dammit!" she scolded with no results, then switching the woman to her right hand slid her mouth around her head and upper torso and bit down once more. Tipping her head back, she squeezed the tiny life- less body, letting the blood drain into her mouth, and around her lips, then down her cheeks. "MMMmmm." she said closing her lips tightly around the tiny body and sucking hard to get as much blood as possible. "That's more LIKE it." she continued with a giggle. Starting to feel the euphoric effects of the blood; she let the woman slip from her hand to the ground. Watching Stephanie, Patricia started to get aroused sexually, the expression on Patricia's face turned to one of lustful longing for her lover. "Good?" "MMMmmm....Yeah!" Stephanie looked down at the last little person in her left hand, another young man; probably a doctor or something judging by the long white coat he was wearing.. "You want a taste?" she asked Patricia teasingly. "No please! No!" the man pleaded, as Stephanie tore his coat and shirt off. His attempts to stop her were futile. "Please..." Patricia's voice trailed off into heavy breathing. She watched the young man's body being consumed by Stephanie's mouth, his blood trickling out both sides. After relieving him of as much blood as possible, she saved a mouthful, and taking a step forward, embraced Patricia placing both arms around her. Their lips met for a long kiss, and the exchange of blood from one mouth to the other. "Thank you." she replied sincerely. Stephanie stepped back. "I've never fed you before. That felt good." The sound of the sirens now indicated that they were probably just blocks away. Patricia stood in a daze of ecstacy; her arms hanging limp by her side, eyes closed, and head still tilted in the position of the kiss. "I know. It was nice." Then stirring to life, she opened her eyes wide and turned her attention to the sound of the sirens "We gotta go." "Can we take them with us?" gesturing to the four that Patricia held. "They'll either come or they won't." Patricia replied, closing her eyes, concentrating. An angry expression appeared on Stephanie's face as she leaned forward and reached to grab Scott from Patricia's hand. Her eyes squint- ing with spite for him shot daggers of malice. But it was too late. In an instant, the two giantesses disappeared from sight, and all four people plummeted to the ground below. Scott's breath was knocked out of him as he hit the ground, rela- tively unaffected from the fall. "Ugh!" Doug didn't fare as well. "Ohhh! My leg!" "You okay?" "Ahhh!" Doug breathed in pain. "My leg. I think it's broke." "My leg!" a man could be heard yelling as an armada of squad cars tore into the parking lot. Turning his attention to the other two people, "Are you two okay?" The man moaned and groaned from the pain of the fall. A woman laid on the pavement crying. People hiding all around started rushing to assist the fortunate survivors. Hospital staff grabbed gurneys as they rushed out. "Was that some shit?!?" Scott exclaimed crawling over to his partner. "We're lucky to be alive Scott." Doug whinced laying on his back. "Holy Shit!" he started to laugh covering his face with his hands, recalling the horrific event. "Hoo Weee!" "Who's hurt?!" a medic ariving from nearby asked. Doug motioned to the others two laying and sitting nearby, "I'm gonna be okay. Take care of them first." The medic went to assist the others. Officers approached from behind overturned cars. "What the FUCK happened here?" "Your worst nightmare..." Scott replied, the reality of the events beginning to sink in; his eyes staring off into the distance. "How are we going to stop them now?" Doug asked. "Do you know how much paperwork we gotta do now?" was Scott's answer as he stood up, walking around with a limp, surveying the carnage of the unfortunate people who didn't survive. "Did you hear me?" "We're going to be filling out reports for days...." his voice trailing off into an insane laugh. "Is he okay?" another officer asked. "Yeah, he's fine," Doug replied, knowing exactly what that laugh meant. "He's in 'a zone'." End of Part 1