[ WP ] Write an interaction between a human and a vampire .

( Apologies for spelling, mobile ) 
 
 Detective Jason Brand set his pistol carefully on his kitchen table, the acetylene torch laying next to it. Wiping a bead of sweat from his right eye, he took a deep, steadying breath. His grey eyes, the color of clouds threatening rain, remained fixed on his apartment door. 
 
 There was a series of quick knocks, two, a pause, and two again. Jason knew exactly what that meant, but waited anyways. After a moment, a soft female voice called out. 
 
 `` Jason? It's Karen.'' Jason picked up the pistol once more, checking to make sure it was loaded, the safety off. 
 
 `` It's open,'' he called back. The door swung open, and his old friend walked in. Her long blond hair was down, swinging almost hypnotically as she stepped inside. She was subtly different than the last time Jason had seen her; she seemed almost lustrous in the dying light of his kitchen. Moving silently and with impossible smoothness, Karen sat across from the detective. 
 
 `` Good to see you,'' Karen said after a long, painful silence. Jason merely nodded, his hand still resting on his gun. `` You can put that away,'' Karen added, gesturing at the weapon. `` If I was going to kill you I could have done it already.'' 
 
 `` I'll keep it out, thanks,'' Jason replied. `` How are you feeling?'' He sounded guarded, but there was genuine concern in his voice. 
 
 `` Hungry,'' Karen shrugged. 
 
 `` Jesus,'' Jason put his head in his hands. `` Karen, I-'' 
 
 `` Do n't. Jason, I know this was n't your fault. You could n't have stopped him.'' 
 
 `` I might have been able to kill both of you,'' Jason replied bitterly, clicking the safety on his pistol and setting it down. `` I still do n't know if I should have.'' 
 
 `` I took the risk following you, Jason, and I paid the price for it. I just needed to know where you were sneaking off too. I did n't think it would be chasing down pissed-off vampires. It's not all bad, you know. I picked up a car on my way over here, just to see if I could.'' Karen laughed at the look on the detective's face. Jason thought the laugh felt like broken glass dragging down his spine. Another long silence fell, the two avoiding each other's gaze. 
 
 `` Jason, I have n't changed. I just have a... condition.'' 
 
 `` Karen, if you step into the sun you'll burst into flame.'' 
 
 `` Okay, so it's a serious condition. God, how can you hear yourself think? It's so loud.'' Karen trailed off, as if in a daze. 
 
 `` What is?'' 
 
 `` Blood. I can hear it, rushing through every artery and vein, always pounding.'' Karen shook her head rapidly, as if to shake off water. `` Sorry. I just have n't... eaten. Since I turned.'' 
 
 `` What are you going to do?'' Jason asked, trying to keep the disgust out of his voice. Karen must have noticed; she gave him a withering look before replying. 
 
 `` Rats, maybe. I'm not sure. Maybe I'll rob the Red Cross.'' She chuckled, making Jason shiver again. `` Look, Jason, do n't worry about me. I've still got your back. Just this one I can actually provide some oomph.'' 
 
 `` All right,'' Jason said at last, standing up stiffly. `` Want to go hunting?'' 
 
 ( That's all for now I think ) 
 

