Part Three.

Drake sniffed the air, his nose wrinkling with disgust.
“Fuck me, stinks in here dunnit?” He cast his gaze slowly over the four scrawny vampire youths his team had arrested. Though it was difficult to tell exactly how old they were, Drake could tell their leader wasn’t much older than he actually appeared. “So…” He let the word hang in the air for a few seconds. “What you little bastards been up to then eh?” He leaned in closer to the leader, glaring at him. It wasn’t just intimidation; Nick knew he was reading the vampire’s aura closely, watching for any fluctuations that would give him away. “Taffy, get the door.”
“Which door guv?” The welshman started to reach for the handle next to the open kitchen door.
“Not that one, fuck sakes, the one under the stairs. See, whenever you little bastards are doing something,” He addressed the arrestees formally, like a lewd lecturer at some obscene university, “you’re always doing it under the stairs. It’s like a little perversion. I’m sure there’s a word for it.”
“Kinky?” Taffy offered.
“Just open the fucking door.” The vampires took a step (well, shuffle) back and cowered. “Oh yeah?” Drake glowered. “Know something we don’t do you?” He grabbed a vampire at random, roughly shoving him at the door. “Go on then. Clicky clicky, grab the handle.” The boy stood stock still, trembling. “Fuck sake.” Drake took his hand and placed it on the handle. “Good this isn’t it? Just like a lucky dip, you don’t know what you’re going to get… well you do you little cunt.”
The mechanism creaked, then clicked. Suddenly, the door burst open, throwing the young vampire backwards to smash into the wall with an explosion of plaster and wood splinters. First came a massive razor-clawed hand, followed by a long, furry arm. Then, bowing it’s head to fit through the doorframe, an eight-foot werewolf slowly strode through, yellow eyes gleaming with fierce malice.
“Well fuck me with a doughnut.” Drake murmured.
“Shit!” Nick cried, wishing he was somewhere else.
“Alright toothypegs,” Drake smiled, his fingers slipping into the knuckle duster with practiced ease. “Let’s have a go at yer.” As the monster stood upright, he swung his booted foot upwards, straight into the werewolf’s groin. The blow had the desired effect. Crumpling, the werewolf let out a wheezing howl, just in time to meet Drake’s fist coming. Nick could have sworn the crack actually echoed in the small hallway, and dodged a couple of broken fangs as they flew past. Looking down at the unconscious creature, Drake nodded to Taffy. “Cuff him. We’ll have this one too.”
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With the suspects recorded and secured in a police van, Drake and Nick began their search.