Another Monday Morning

You lean down and place your teeth on his neck, biting hard. The police officer groans again, and you growl and continue biting. As your teeth (fangs?) pierce his skin, the taste of coppery blood fills your mouth.

Suddenly, you are stricken with a revelation: this is really gross. I mean, who the heck wants to drink a cop's blood? You straighten up and look around you. What can you do now?