The Last Dream Before You Die

Bone sat back in his chair and began to go over his case notes, looking for likely suspects in Astra. He heard the door to his office open and in walked the two large burly men who were observing him on the previous night. Bone felt very frightened. This gang wanted him to back off and to back off immediately, probably because there was another human cargo expected soon.
Bone tried a little bravura “Hello, can I help you?”
One of the two men yanked the folder out of Bone’s hand and scanned the pages saying, “You no help us, we help you!”
As he said this, the man began tearing page after page from the folder, ripping them to shreds. The other man lounged against the wall. The man with the folder leaned over the desk and threw the last shredded page into Bone’s face. Both men were dressed almost identically in black jeans, leather bomber jackets and Doc Marten boots. Bone thought they looked like extras from a gangster film, but there was no mistaking their muscles and malevolence.
The man with the folder tore the cardboard in half, but as he did so, he cut the palm of his left hand on the metal clip that held the pages. He swore in a language Bone assumed was Russian. Bone knew the cut was probably just superficial but this was getting dangerous. Now one of the men was really angry, he would be lucky to emerge from this without being seriously injured.
The injured man leaned over the desk, grabbing Bone’s lapels dragging him to his feet and rubbed the blood from the palm of his hand on Bone’s face. Bone tried to stay relaxed and didn’t put up any resistance and not show any fear as he tasted the metallic tang of blood on the tip of his tongue. The man’s partner reached in his pocket and brought out a telescopic flexible baton, extending it with a flick of the wrist.
Oh shit, thought Bone, waiting to be hit.
“Hello Mr. Bone said a young female voice from the window, who are your friends?”
A teenage girl was standing by now the fully opened window. Peering in the window was another teenage girl. In a lithe movement the teen outside sprang through the window and stood next to her companion. Both girls were similarly attired in T-shirts and jeans and seemed oblivious of the cold night air.
The two men gawped at the girls, especially the second of the two with spiky dyed hair, pierced lips, nostrils, eyebrows and ears. Her tight fitting jeans were fashionably threadbare, and she wore a t-shirt with the words ‘Suck Me’ emblazoned on the front. The first teen was less gaudily attired with black hair tied back in a neat pony tail. Her jeans and t-shirt were similarly tight fitting but plain in comparison, with only an embroidered flower on the left pocket of her jeans and a target image on her T-shirt.
The second teenage girl said “Bit cold tonight Mr. Bone, shall I shut the window?”
The first teen looked at the two men and said, “Hello, since Mr. Bone hasn’t introduced us, I’m Mina Laughton, this is my friend Alice Perkins.” She gestured to the girl in ripped clothing and spiky hair.
Bone’s office was on the eleventh floor of a city center tower-block and the man holding the baton barged over to the window before the second teen could close it. He leaned out looking up and down the side of the building. Then he looked back in the room, shaking his head, glancing in disbelief back and forth between Bone and the two teenage girls.
The man holding Bone let him go and threw him back in his seat. Now he was very angry “You think this is joke? Where come from these girls?”
Bone slumped in his chair and put his hands up in a quizzical shrug “Well, from the window, I mean, you saw them come in, they couldn’t have come through the door could they? You’d have seen them.”
The baton wielder swore something in his native tongue and moved to strike Bone. There was a sudden movement and the man found he couldn’t follow through with the strike. His arm was being restrained by Alice Perkins, with seemingly little effort. The man who had assaulted Bone stared at Mina. She continued to stand smiling, while Alice suddenly flexed the baton wielder’s arm and broke it with an audible crack. He dropped to his knees and screamed in pain, but Alice took his head in her hands and turned it sharply, breaking his neck with a sickening snap.
The remaining thug came out of his stupor and seized a semi-automatic pistol from beneath his jacket. Before he could extend his arm and aim, Mina dissolved into a blur and seized the man’s wrist, squeezing so hard that the gun fell from his hand, and then with the edge of her palm she hit the side of his neck and again there was a crack.
Both girls then fell on their victims and began to feast on the blood pumped around the dying bodies of the men’s still beating hearts. They squatted on their knees holding the corpses, biting into their necks with an audible crunch through muscle, tendons and arteries. They held their mouths over the neck wounds and Bone could see their throats undulating as they swallowed the fresh blood.
Bone looked on first with fascination and then revulsion, backing up to the wall of his office. He should feel grateful, but it didn’t make it any easier to watch them feed. Most of the blood flowed into the girls’ mouths which covered the gaping wounds, but little fountains of bright red arterial blood had sprayed around the office when they had made their first bites, and Bone knew he would have to clean the room.  
The two corpses began twitch and shake as the blood left their bodies. It reminded Bone of the time as a boy helping in his father’s butcher’s shop. He’d gone to a farm where turkeys were slaughtered for Xmas. The birds were restrained upside down in containers from which their heads and necks protruded. The farmer calmly walked along the row of birds and slit their necks so the blood drained out. The dying birds squawked plaintively at first and then went into series of furious convulsion as they died.
Bone looked at each girl in turn as they fed, Mina had her back to him but Alice looked up at Bone and winked. Despite the awe and terror he felt at what he had just witnessed, Alice’s cheeky wink was reassuring. It prompted Bone out of his immobility and he retrieved a box of tissues from a desk drawer. The two girls finished feeding. They licked their lips and wiped their mouths with the tissues.
Bone noticed the wounds of the two dead men hardly bled despite the depth of the bite and severing of the carotid arteries. The two girls stood and he saw that despite each girl having consumed the better part of a gallon of blood there was no change in their slim taut figures. They must have hollow legs mused Bone to himself.
Mina spoke, “I’m so glad Papa agreed to let us help you. We’d better take these bodies away. I dare say their car is close by”...