As District Attorney Nora Lewin sat in her office contemplating her fingernails, a handsome young man in an Armani suit, a beautiful dark-haired woman in what appeared to be a nightgown, and Serena Southerlyn entered without knocking. Before she could ask who they were or offer tea, the young man pointed at her. "She's all yours, Dru."
Before Nora realized it, the young woman's face had changed into something fanged, yellow-eyed, and monstrous. She pounced at Nora and sunk her fangs into the startled DA's jugular vein, slurping noisily. Nora was quickly drained.
Jack McCoy stuck his head in the door. Drusilla grabbed him and pulled him in the rest of the way. "Oh, he's so cute. I want him."
"Serena, what the devil is going on?" Jack asked, trying not to look as terrified as he felt as Drusilla sniffed at his neck.
"I'm not really Serena. I'm Kate Lockley, an ex-cop from Los Angeles. I know the best places for false credentials. Everything I know about law I learned from the Police Academy."
"Serena, or Kate, or whoever you are, help me." Dru's arms were tight around him and she again morphed into her vamp face. "I thought you loved me."
"You have it written into your contract that you can have love affairs with all your assistants. Maybe Claire liked it, but I know Jamie and Abbie didn't. As for me, I'm 29 and you're 61. Do the math! Lindsey, here, is 28. Duh!"
"Oooh, only 61! I like my men young! And so cute!" Drusilla, who was 180, was covering his face with kisses prior to draining him. "May I turn him, Lindsey? He'd be such a sweet pet!"
"He's all yours, Dru." Lindsey pushed Nora's body out of the chair and sat, pulling Kate into his lap. He began to slide her suit jacket off her shoulder while she untied his tie. "Enjoy!"
Drusilla quickly drained Jack, making sure that he had drunk a few drops of her blood before he died. "I'm going to leave now. Goodbye, Lindsey." Slinging Jack's body over her shoulder, Dru jumped out of the window. When she hit the ground, she headed for her crypt. She had a lovely bed prepared for Jack on top of a marble tomb. Tomorrow he would rise and she'd have a mate again. Who needs Spike?
Lindsey pulled a nameplate out of his jacket and put it on the desk. Lindsey
McDonald, District Attorney. Then, as he he laid Kate back on his desk and hiked
up her skirt, he stated, "You know, Kate. I'm
really going to like it here."