While it was eight in the evening in Stokerville, Washington, it was four in the morning in Edinburgh, Scotland. In a cheap hotel in the Scottish capital, Victoria Vordenburg slept in her girlfriend's arms. Naturally an extremely early riser, she began to stir. "Morning, Erzulie," she purred.
Erzulie's eyes slowly fluttered open. "Five more minutes, Tori?" she yawned.
"We really should pack and check out as soon as we can," said Tori. "The longer we wait, the more tourists that leech up in the Isles is gonna snack on, especially if she's as gluttonous as the rumors say."
"Need... sleep..." Erzulie mumbled, starting to drift back into slumber.
Tori grinned mischievously as she rolled her naked body on top of her sleepy girlfriend. Good thing the two of them slept nude. "Oh, I think I have a way get you wide awake. Shall we?"
Erzulie suddenly seemed much more alert. "You got my attention now, sugar! It's on!"
Erzulie's dreadlocks shook violently as she thrust her hips upwards, smashing her ebony pussy against Tori's own wet cunt. The two women groaned lustfully as clit touched clit. Tori rubbed her pussy up and down, scarcely able to withstand the pleasurable friction of her girlfriend's clam against her own. She buried her clit in Erzulie's pubes for a moment and dragged it through Erzulie's thick, curly pussy hair before moving back down to worship Erzulie's erect clitoris some more. Erzulie appreciated the attention, reaching up to tweak Tori's nipples in gratitude.
Before long, an orgasm rocked Tori's body, soon followed by Erzulie's own climax. Senseless with bliss, both women happily collapsed into a tangle of limbs and sheets. For a long time they said nothing, just content to be in each other's presence as they shared this beautiful moment, hugging and trading kisses. As the afterglow faded, Tori sat up slowly. "Did that wake you up, hon?"
"Sure did," said Erzulie as she stood up and headed to the closet to get dressed. "Thanks!"
Once the both of them were fully dressed, the two monster hunters began to pack up their belongings for the trip to the Isle of Skye in the Hebrides.
"So, I'm thinking we'll catch the bus to Inverness and take the train to Kyle of Lochalsh," Tori said as she struggled against a particularly stubborn suitcase that refused to shut. "From there we take a bus across the Skye Bridge. Once we're on the Isle of Skye, we find a ferry that'll take us to the vampire's lair on the tiny Isle of Ronay. There's a little village there called Breanish with a small pun slash inn called The Sheep Heid Inn where we can stay nights. Be careful there, though. The town's pretty much reverted to paganism, and my source claims they regard the vampire as some kind of sacrificial fertility goddess."
"Duly noted," said Erzulie. "How long's this vampire been on Skye anyway?"
"Hard to say," Tori shrugged. I first got an anonymous tip about her six months ago, back whenwe were tracking that gumiho in Seoul.
"I remember that mission," Erzulie smiled nostalgically as she packed a stake that had been blessed by a priest, a rabbi, and an imam. "That liver-eating fox lady was one vicious bitch. How many tails did she have, again?"
"Four," Tori answered as she stuffed those very tails into a suitcase full of hunt trophies. "She was fairly young, as gumiho go."
"Have you been able to ID this vampire?" asked Erzulie.
Tori shook her blonde head. "Unfortunately, no. My source didn't know the vampire's name orexact origins, only that she isn't Scottish originally. The only other scrap of info I got is that her accent sounds German or Austrian, maybe Swiss or Dutch."
"I guess that narrows it down a teeny bit," said Erzulie as she loaded tomes of Voodoo lore into her backpack. "So, how 'bout this new case with your cousin? What's that all about?"
"All I know is what my Aunt Kim told me," Tori answered. "Beck's staying out late all of a sudden, their body seems to grow hair for a second, they got crazy buff out of the blue, and their was cum all over the bedroom mirror without an apparent source."
"What's Beck's background?" asked Erzulie. "Maybe there's a clue there."
Tori smiled. "And to think when I first met you, I thought it was going to be your magic that would be the big game-changer for my business. Which it is, but who knew my lovely Voodoo Queen would be a natural detective as well! Well, Beck's non-binary for starters. They were born in a female-sexed body, but they're neither male nor female. Her deadname's Rebecca, for what that's worth. They play soccer on the Stokerville High School's girl team, seeing as there's no team for people who don't fit the binary. They have a crush on a girl called Brianna Dixon. Brianna is African-American, about five foot eleven, lean, and has a good-sized afro haircut. See anything that could point to a monster?"
"Could be," Erzulie mused, stuffing some protective garlic bulbs into her backpack. "Maybe a demon offered them a deal where she gets Brianna's love in exchange for servitude. Hey, does Beck have any dysphoria?"
"Like you wouldn't believe!" Tori answered. "Having breasts doesn't bother them, but they're really fucking desperate to have a penis. You think a monster offered her a dick?"
"Maybe," said Erzulie. "What has the power to do that?"
Tori thought about that. "Hmm. A witch could do that. So could several breeds of demon. Then there's genies and... wait!"
"What?" asked Erzulie.
"Werehyenas!" Tori pronounced. "They're a species of hermaphrodites!"
"Isn't the only were hyena pack in America living in Oklahoma?" asked Erzulie.
"That we know of," said Tori. "You know how these monsters hide. I bet some werehyena alpha found a way to turn humans and offered Beck their heart's desire: a dick."
"Sounds like a decent theory," Erzulie said as she sealed up a suitcase. "Well, I think I'm finally packed. How 'bout you, sugar?" Tori nodded. With that, the two hunters scooped up their luggage and headed down to the lobby to check out.