Thread: Blood Moon (	Cacophony x VanMordoc     )

Doubt it... He murmured to himself. They bumped into each other outside the ER maybe a few times at a gas station or the grocery store, every other time was at the hospital over one tragedy or another. See you hopefully tomorrow! Yelling after her as she had already crossed half the distance to the rear bay doors. Renee might be on the short side, but she had those long legs and a wiggle for days-grrr. Even after all that happened his inner dog wasn't silent. Guess he'd just been a cop for too long, desensitized from all the things he'd seen and been through by now. Van climbed back into his cruiser and sighed, he thought about the vic from earlier that night. He stopped thinking about their names, he knew that man's name was Keith Johnson, but he'd since learned to distance himself. Softened the blow each time he had to see their pain, their evil and desperation. Kept him doing his job without slipping a gear and maybe killing himself before retirement. Whatever. The whole time he was in the hospital and outside in his car he'd had his radio keyed low so only he could just hear it, his sensitive ears could hear it without bothering or inturrupting others. The incident at 711 was the worst of what happened so far tonight, rest was just the usual and didn't need his special attention. Most nights he was a glorified babysitter for the department at night, cruising around in his Mustang pulling over speeders or busting the odd college kid for possession. Van turned his CB back on and picked up the hand-set. Whats new, Baby Blue? He spoke into the mike and waited for a fraction of a moment. Not much, Shug. Bailey has a possible DUI pulled over near the 101 and Thomas Drive, all quiet since the bars let out. A sultry woman's voice crackled back at him over the radio, dripping molasses. Judy had been dispatch since before Van had even thought of being a cop and had run the station like a mother hen 6 nights a week without a sick-day. Rodger that, Judy... Doughnuts on me again tonight. You still love the plain ones, right? He grinned, knowing very well what she liked. You can just keep them if you wanna be like that, Mr. Mordoc! She exclaimed saucily, making him laugh a bit. Ok-ok... Boston cream with the sprinkles. She had always ate 2 of those every night with a coffee mug that never went dry. Damn right, Boston cream with the sprinkles. Better hurry quick! Mama like's em warm. Every night at 3 Dainty's would have fresh doughnuts on their shelves like clockwork. Van's Mustang roared to life and he squealed the wheels a bit as he pulled out of the parking lot. Later that morning he lay in bed, in nothing but bare fur with the covers tossed to the side grey morning light began to trickle past the blinds. It was the middle of fall and it still felt too hot inside his bedroom, even the window beside his bed was wide open. Sleep wouldn't come to him, he just lay there staring at the inside of his eyelids. No matter how much he tried to meditate he couldn't quiet his mind, he couldn't stop thinking about that crazed bum. An after image was burned into his eyes, those torn lips pulled back from snapping, bloody teeth... and those blind eyes, retinas milked over like a dead man's. He kept reasoning with himself, bum looked pretty worn by the street already. Had to been crazy, mad as a shit-house rat... been blind from the start maybe and finally snapped. Who knows what kind of crud that man had been infected with-riddled with parasites even... Fuck it, he's someone else's problem in a couple of days when they sort that shit out in Rhodes... I wonder if Renee is ok... what about that nurse she said who had been bitten on the arm? He felt tired, restless, his body felt as if it wanted to spring to attack. Van hated nights like this.