To Love Victoria

2: The Interrogation

I awoke in a cold sweat, handcuffed to a table in a strange grey room. I held my hand to where the bomb had been inserted into my skull, unable to find any wound. There was nothing but a table and three chairs, like some kind of interrogation room. My clothes were different, similar to grey prisoner overalls. I had been cleaned up, no longer covered in that horrific black liquid and around my neck was some kind of collar.

Three people entered the room, one of them was the woman from before. One of them was a younger lad, he looked like he was maybe fifteen but judging by the uniform, I believed otherwise. Both wore distinctive black collars around their necks and wore black military uniforms. The other man wore a separate blue uniform with a black armband which had the letters "MP" written in white. He took a seat and stared me down with an intense look in his eyes. I could tell from the reactions of the other two that I should have been worried, they both looked at me with concern. Minutes passed without anybody saying anything. He kept his intimidating demeanour. It was like he was burning with rage but he was keeping it chained up inside, refusing to speak.

His eyes were kept locked onto me, even when his colleague began to speak over the radio strapped to his chest. "It's been several minutes now. Just initiate."

"Tell me, what are you? Humans do not move like that or survive something like that." He asked as he came closer to my face.

"I'm a human. Now I've got my own question for you. What are you?" The other two looked at me with shock.

He laughed as he looked over at his two comrades who looked back at him nervously. "We've got a funny guy here. I love funny guys, don't you?" He said with a smile. He suddenly slammed his fist on the table, causing the other two to flinch. At the same time, he snapped back with a stone-cold and serious expression. "I don't think you know what kind of situation you are in. You don't have a right to ask questions. But if you so desperately want to know, I am a vampire." I wasn't sure whether to be shocked or not, it was probably the least insane thing to have happened in the last twenty-four hours. He suddenly grabbed my wrist and came close to my face. "Let's get started, shall we?"

A voice came over the radio again. "PS Hitchins, I ask that you leave the room." The man stood up and glared at me with a foul expression, before making his way out of the room.

The other two soldiers took a seat. The woman spoke first. "We are sorry about him. He can be rather on edge sometimes. Hopefully we can let you go soon and everything will be okay. I am Private Cross, by the way, and this is Private Smith. And don't worry, the bomb has been removed." She spoke with a rather distinctive upper class London accent. I breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the good news.

The lad began to speak as well. "You'll probably be fine. I'm sure you'll be out of here soon enough. Don't ask us specifically how long it'll take, we were asked to help out but us two, we're not military police. It's just a bunch of paperwork, y'know how that kinda stuff is, it's a real pain. I just get Vicky here to do all mine." He laughed.

Private Cross sighed. "Unfortunately." I knew it was nothing more than a way to get me to talk. It was a good cop bad cop scenario. These two would act like buddies with me in the hopes that I'd slip up and say something that they wanted. "So, why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself?" She smiled, her voice calm and inviting.

No matter what I said, there was no way I would have been able to give them a satisfactory answer. The two in front of me appeared to be nothing more than pawns in this interrogation. Judging by the other man's uniform, I assumed that he was military police. He must have been the one that was spearheading the interrogation, coming up with the tactics and the techniques. The other two were just blindly following a script, I doubted that they had any real experience when it came to interrogations. All I had to do was throw off their script and their entire tactic would fall apart. Our eyes met. "James Walker, that's my name and that is the only thing you need to know. Now, there is something about you that I want to know. Are you single?"