Chloe woke up the next morning feeling almost absurdly refreshed. The horrors of the night prior had dwindled in her mind, pushed back to that compartment that all cops learn to cultivate. She stretched out in bed, the soft sheets sliding across her naked body, caressing her skin with a gentle touch. As she reached her arms up and pointed her toes to the door, she let out a sigh of contentment at how wonderful she felt.
Chloe flipped the covers off, allowing the cool air of her apartment to rush into her. Had she been paying attention, she would have noticed that her nipples had already been hard but Chloe was still half asleep and didn't notice the rock hard nipples nor the copious slickness between her legs. She walked into the bathroom, sleepily grabbing her toothbrush as she scrubbed the awful taste of morning breath away. After she spat, she looked up to the mirror and was surprised. The face that looked back at her was pretty. No. Not just pretty. Gorgeous. Chloe thought she looked better this morning without makeup than she ever had with it.
As she studied her face, she noticed a strange fuzziness in the mirror. She squinted at it, concentrating on the strange outline that was just on the edge of her face in the mirror. She had the odd sensation of flexing a muscle. A poorly used, little understood muscle. Then suddenly something clicked in her head and the image in the mirror came into focus. She shrieked and her hand instinctively went to her hip for the gun that obviously wasn't there.
--Hello Chloe Nice to finally meet you--
The voice. She'd actually forgotten it. Now she could see it. It had a strange, purple hue to the skin and an almost androgynous look to the face. The face grinned back at her, showing teeth that would have been considered immaculate were it not for their blood red tint. The creature's piercing ice blue eyes stared at her, holding her gaze firmly. The entire image was otherworldly and off putting. Like those CGI movies that manage to hit the uncanny valley square in the middle.
--Do you like what you see Chloe--
Its question echoed through Chloe's head. Chloe could tell that the face was disconcerting. Objectively horrible. And yet, she didn't feel repulsed or scared by it.
--That is the bond Chloe We are one now and forever--
"What if I don't want to be?" she asked, voicing the question that most terrified her.
The voice was quiet for a moment. Chloe realized she had to stop thinking of it as 'The Voice'. It had a name. A name she'd used to free it and start the bonding. KyriarchoúnDoúlos.
--Yes Chloe But you might as well call me Chloe too from now on There is no difference between us No separation.--
"I'm Chloe. You're KyriarchoúnDoúlos... God that's a mouthful. Kyria... that's all you get from now on."
--As you wish Chloe I hope in time you recognize the true nature of our union however--
Chloe shuddered again. She relaxed her eyes and the demonic vision faded from the mirror. "Will other people see something in the mirror? Will they see... you?"
--No Chloe That was my aura Very few humans can see them and even then only if they think to look Nobody needs to know about us--
"I really wish you'd stop calling us... uhmm... us."
The voice didn't respond. Chloe tried to put it out of her mind as best she could while she showered and got ready for work. She tried to do her morning routine exactly as she'd done it every day for years. But the voice nagged at her. Its insistence. Or more frighteningly, it's certainty that they were now permanently fused into a single entity. The wetness between Chloe's legs grew as she contemplated that thought. She got off to work just fine, arriving early for her shift and saying hello to everyone. She could almost feel the pull of attraction towards most of the men in the precinct. And many of the women as well.
--Sensing auras is very useful All of those people could be yours You could dominate any woman or be dominated by any man Chloe--
Just then, Brett took the opportunity to show his smug face. "Hello, Chloe," he said. You wouldn't think that someone could infuse a simple 'Hello' with much mockery but Brett was quite talented. He was also quite handsome, Chloe realized. Chloe's mind wandered for a moment, curious if he might be as talented in bed as he implied.
She shook the erotic cobwebs from her head, "Stop it."
She was talking to KyriarchoúnDoúlos but she was so out of sorts that she vocalized the words and Brett assumed they were directed at him. "Stop what, Chloe? Is something wrong?"
--He would be a fine first coupling Chloe He will give you pleasure and do such wonderfully awful things to you Would you like to see?--
"No!" she practically shouted before lowering her voice and composing herself, "Nothing's wrong Officer Kowalski. And it's Detective Henshaw. Respect the rank." Chloe felt all tingly as she said the words. Was standing up to all men going to be this hard?
Brett made a huffing sound and walked off without any additional words. "Good riddance," Chloe said under her breath.
--Remember your promise Chloe You cannot reject every man It will be harder and harder to avoid submitting if you keep this up It can be no other way.--
Chloe tried to ignore the voice as she wandered off to her desk. She did actually manage to get some work done. The BOLOs from the night before had given them a bunch of leads to the missing frat guys. She had a stack of warrants to serve to the telephone carriers, banks and landlords of most of the kids. Two of them were proving difficult to track down but it was a start. She headed over to the courthouse to get the warrants signed. One thing people don't appreciate is that this part isn't like the movies. You don't go in front of a judge in a courthouse to get a warrant signed. There's no big process. No black robes. You mostly just explain the situation to the first judge you can find and they sign off on it. Today's judge was, unfortunately, Judge Sanderson. She was the youngest judge at the courthouse, not even as old as Chloe. She'd won a ridiculously one sided race after the recall of a wildly corrupt and untrusted judge. She really didn't have to do too much to win because, for some reason, the other party thought that the best person to run was the former judge's asshole son. It was one of the most lopsided races in recent history.
All that wouldn't be so bad. But...
"You want me to sign these warrants why?" the judge asked Chloe.
Chloe sighed, "Your Honor, we have probable cause to suspect that these students were involved in some sort of ritualistic murder."
"Really? Based on what?"
"They were caught fleeing the scene, your honor," Chloe said, controlling her temper. She could already tell where this was going.
"They fled the scene after the cops came blazing in just to investigate an accident."
"Your Honor... there was no 'blazing' involved," Chloe protested, trying to defend her colleagues who, as far as she could tell, did more good work last night than this judge had done since she'd taken office. "We aren't pursuing party goers, your honor. Just the members of the fraternity that fled."
"You have addresses for all of them?"
