Who's to judge?

Chapter II

The panic faded quickly as soon as the prominent smell of the young police officer reached my nose. I stayed still and waited until he reached me.
"What the hell are you doing here? You should have gotten rid of the vampire and returned, but I had to come find you." He was upset, but I didn't think it was because of me, but because he was scared that he might have lost the hound dog on his first day.
His eyes wandered to the corpse next to me. He grabbed me without a warning by my hair and roughly pulled me closer. "That's why it took so long; you had to get yourself a snack". I kept a straight face the whole time, even when he shook me slightly. I was used to it, and it didn't bother me anymore, even though a small voice, who should have been dead a long time ago, whispered to me: "snap his neck, kill him, suck him dry, you can push the fault onto the misfit." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"Answer me, vampire, or else I'll make sure that you will see your blood bag next month".
"Kill him"
I pointed at the corpse: "As you can see, there are no bite marks on him". That was all I had to say about it. He released my hair, pushed me to the side, which made me trip slightly. He had a closer look. He looked confused, like me, but then he asked: "Is it a vampire?"
"Yes" I answered. He shrugged and, while walking away, he said: "We'll tell the garbage dump, they'll take care of it." That was the end of the matter for him. He didn't care that there was a dead vampire in front of his feet, he didn't even ask himself why he was lying there, why he didn't have his fangs, and the engravings on his chest. I couldn't take another look because I was pulled away.

I couldn't get the sight of that corpse out of my head. It awoke a very uncomfortable feeling inside of me, something I didn't feel for a long time. Fear. I feared the unknown, that something happened, that made no sense. He shouldn't have been dead, there were no signs of violence, the only unusual thing were the engravings. As soon as we arrived at the station, I went to the devil. With the permission of the young police officer, of course. I knocked at his office and waited. His voice rang out: "Who is it?" he asked, slightly irritated and stressed. He acted like he was the only one working in this station. He was the head of our division, and, I excluded, he had two other vampires under him, that's why every day was like hell for him. I wasn't allowed to see the other two because the anxious humans worried that we would rise against them. But the only reason why we were here was our inability to fight for our life. We would definitely not start now.
"It's Thana, Sir."
Silence.
"Who?"
I sighed. That's why I stopped hoping to hear my name in someone else's mouth. A long time had passed, from the last time that someone called me by my name. It started to sound weird to me.
"The vampire from cell 2". As soon as I said that, I heard heavy footsteps on the other side of the door, before it was opened. He stepped outside and closed the door behind him. He hated vampires, but he knew more about us than others. Everybody considered it to be a stupid myth, but he knew that I couldn't enter anywhere, without permission. That's why he would always ask who it was, to then step outside to look at me with disgust, instead of simply saying "come in".
"What do you want? I have already received the Report". He then crossed his arms and looked at me impatiently. I took a deep breath and said: "I would like to go on patrol."
These words surprised him. I never volunteered because I hated it, I hated walking around alone, but this time it was something serious.
"YOU want to go on patrol? And why so suddenly?" he was skeptical, but I didn't have time for this. Either he would let me go, or I would find a way out.
Since he didn't get an answer from me as I was just staring at him, he scratched his beard thoughtfully. He then said: "Fine, come with me."
He walked past me and I followed. He made me wait in front of an open door of what looked like a storage room for weapons. I saw many guns, shotguns and other things I didn't know. But he didn't take any of those. He brought me a little box, which he opened carefully. Inside, there was a little metallic disc that was as small as my thumb.

"Turn around" he ordered, and I followed. I felt how he, surprisingly gentle, pushed my hair aside to put the cold metal piece on my nape. As soon as it touched my skin, I heard a little click and a pinch.
"This is a small tracker. I will always know where you are, so don't come up with stupid ideas." He said coldly and closed the door behind him. A collar and a tracker, they really knew how to treat other creatures well.