The younger officer's scream echoed from the back of the bar, distracting the older veteran officer. "What the hell's going on NOW?" yelled the older cop, shoving me back down to the ground. "All of you, stay here," he told us, calling on the radio for backup.
The younger officer staggered into the main room, bleeding from a bite on his shoulder. "She...she BIT me!" he said weakly. Veronica simply leaned against the bar, smiling and wiping some blood from the corner of her mouth.
"Christ, Jenkins, are you okay?" asked the officer, looking closely at the younger man. Suddenly Jenkins, the younger officer fell to the floor, grabbing at his stomach.
"Oww...fuck! It fucking hurts!" he whimpered.
"Hang on, Jenkins," said the other officer. "I'll get an ambulance here, pronto!" But an ambulance wouldn't make any difference, I knew. What was about to happen to Jenkins couldn't be cured by any simple doctor. Seconds later, Jenkins proved me right.
His whole body seemed to convulse, and his uniform ripped at the seams as he gained in muscle mass. In moments, he was a large brown werewolf with a few scraps of blue cloth to denote his former status as a cop. He stood and snarled at his former partner, who looked ready to shit himself.
"Jenkins...holy christ.." were the last words spoken by the officer, just before Jenkins lifted him up and ripped his throat out, feasting on the forbidden fruit of human flesh and blood.
The girls and I smiled, watching him eat his first real meal. Veronica gave me a very pleasant backrub, whilst Jessie and Becky massaged their new packmate while he ate. I was feeling very satisfied with myself until Zoey alerted me to something I'd forgotten about.
"Hey," she said, gesturing out the window of the club, "More cops."
Shit. I'd forgotten they'd called for backup, and here I was, still cuffed. This wasn't really going according to plan. These two cops were supposed to be infected, then pass the infection along, stealth-style to the rest of the force. Now we were looking at all-out war, right here on the streets. I pondered our next move for a minute, before I acted.