Detective Piccadily looked through the tinted window at her. It had taken so long for them to find her. And now, here she was, sitting in their interrogation room. The Detective moved out the door, stopping momentarily to take a deep breath before opening the door the other room.

Pandora sat sullenly, chained to the chair which was in turn bolted to the floor. She stared past the chair to the tinted window.
"I know youre in there." Pandora giggled, a menacing tone lacing through her words. "Why wont you talk to me?" Pandora pouted, all menace gone.
The door opened. Pandora turned her head, grinning.
"I knew you couldn't resist me." Pandora shifted her weight. "Y'know, you don't have to keep me chained here. I don't have any more strength or anything than you do. You see, when I was turned, I ended up exactly the same as I was - except with a thirst for blood and desire to kill."

Detective Piccadily took of her trench coat and hung it on the back of her chair before sitting opposite Pandora. Since she got her promotion to Detective, she wore a fedora and trench coat nearly non stop.

"So," Pandora turned her eyes on Detective Piccadily, making them slightly wide and full of innocence. "Why am I in here again?"
"Why?" Detective Piccadily looked at her file. "You went on a rampage and killed 148 people in The Nest!"
Pandora's eyes started welling with tears "I didn't mean to."
"Whether you meant to or not, you did it." Detective Piccadily tried to look stern, but seing the once sane girl sitting before her, tears streaming down her cheeks made her soften.
"Look, sweetie, I wanna believe you, but you're covered in blood."
Pandora shook her head, sending her mismatched pigtails flying.
"Im sorry. I didn't mean to."

Detective Piccadily held up pictures of the massacre. Pandoras eyes lit up with enthusiasm and she licked her lips.
"Did I do that? Really?" Pandora leant forward eagerly, letting the chains dig into her flesh.
"Yes. You did." Detective Piccadily put the pictures away, and Pandora sat back in her chair pouting.
"You know Pandora, I've heard reports of Bunnies going insane after contact with vampire venom. I guess its true."
Pandora nodded. "Oh, its very true. The Bunny people are usually sweet, innocent, yada yada. Their systems can't handle the pure evil of vampirety." Pandora narrowed her eyes, and found her menacing tone again. "That why there aren't many vampire Bunnies. Im one of a kind" Pandora grinned widely.
"Right," Detective Piccadily stood up, putting on her trench coat and checking her magnifying glass was still in the inside pocket. "Well, I think we're done here."
With that, Detective Piccadily left Pandora giggling her herself in solitude.

Detective Piccadily got a notice in the mail the next day, saying that she was supposed to supervise Pandora being transferred to prison. She had been convicted with the massacre, and was now a high-profile criminal. The good Detective grabbed her trenchcoat and headed to the police station. Pandora was in the holding cell, still chained to the chair. Detective Piccadily watched as guards slowly approached Pandora, shackles in hand. As the clicked shut around her wrists and ankles, the good Detective noted that Pandora didnt struggle. Just kept her eyes down and shuffled out.

Detective Piccadily was impressed. They had expected more trouble from the vampire. The fact that they hadnt worried the Detective slightly. She resolved to keep extra vigilant.

Pandora was led to the truck. One of the guards let go of her to open the back. Pandora saw an opportunity and took it. She elbowed the guard behind her in the stomach, winding him. The first guard turned back around, Pandora grabbing his hair and slamming his head into the edge of the truck. As he slid to the ground, blood gushing from the back of his head, Pandora watched his eyes glaze over with a grin. Suddenly, her ankles were kicked out from under her. Pandora fell to the ground, swiping madly for the other guard. She found his neck, and with no patience, snapped it with ease.
Pandora stood up, stretching a little, before bending down and snatching the guards keys. Pandora unlocked her shackles as Detective Piccadily ran into the garage. Pandora went over, grabbed the Detectives hand and dropped the keys into it. With a slight wave, Pandora stepped over the bodies and ran out.

The Detective was torn - should she stay with the bodies, or go after the criminal?
The split second it took for her to make the decision was enough. When she ran outside, Pandora was long gone. Detective Piccadily cursed, then returned to the carage, whipping out her phone and calling for another set of guards to help move the bodies.