When Reapers Fall (Closed for Kaena)

[LoganDarkHolme]

Since the beginning of life, there has been Death. Since Humanity began walking upright, began to understand the world they lived in, began to understand that death is natural and often unforeseen. There have been stories, fables, myths, legends, you name it, dating back to the earliest known collection of human drawings and ancient storytellers that have passed down through the eons of fantastic beasts, gods, vampires, wolves, mermaids, gargoyles, all manner of supernatural occurrences. But one breed of supernatural in particular, has always had a much more special place in human lore. The myth of the Grim Reaper, a creature that comes when death is near to ferry away the soul to the plains beyond life. People throughout the generations who have died, and crossed over, but were brought back to life as technology began to advance, that spoke of a figure who met them, offered to take them away, inspired tales of meeting “God” or meeting a loved one in the light beyond.

Well, let me just clarify, Those myths? Those legends? Those Fairytales? And stories..........they are true, all of them. But they are also misunderstood and often include false information. See, I know they’re real, Because I. Am a Grim Reaper, but I am not “Thee” Grim reaper, there are hundreds of us, yes, hundreds. Not just because one being cannot be in thousands of places at once, but because death is the one shroud, the one dark corner, that one dark ominous feeling you get when your alone watching scary movies and something lurks in that flickering shadow. The one Myth, that will never be breached and understood by all living creatures.

Now, There are many kinds of Reapers, each specializing in their own flavor of death, and by flavor, when you think about it, there are many kinds of death, Violent Death, people killed by murder, or hatred, or killed by Dark means. Merciful death, those who have grown old and pass on in peace, are sent to the beyond by love, or by caring, as a means to end their suffering. and Neutral death. Suicide, accidents, stupidity, or natural occurring phenomenon, Read: Struck by lightning, you get the point.

Centuries passed, and the stories long held as truth by ancient civilizations faded into obscurity, myth and legend. Which is fine for us, if people discovered that the super naturals they believe fake to be real, well, people don’t deal with change well, there are movies galore in todays society that show just how people would react, I believe its classified as “horror”, or maybe X-men would be a better example. Anyway.

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Thomas Baker
Age: 865
Occupation: Violent Death Reaper
July 4th, 2020: New Orleans

He strolled casually along Bourbon st, listening to the music, the ruckus hoots and hollars of party goers, drunks, frat boys, families, kids, The 4th of July always brought out the Revelers, and also brought out the worst in the darker seeds of humanity. He’d seen a lot in his time on this Earth, and it didn’t phase him in the least. He had a job, had a life, lived as a human, but that’s the way it was for them all, as civilization grew, him and his fellow Reapers chose to live in the world, then hide from it. But he wasn’t here for the party. No, sadly, his purpose here is what it always had been, The blood-red Gothic looking spider-web style tattoo on his hand pulsed as he walked and he flexed his fingers. Turning down a dark ally he followed that pulsing beat in his hand, drawing him into the darkness. The Bells, hoots, hollars and sounds of partying drowning out all other sounds. It would have been extremely hard for a normal human to hear the pure terrified scream that that ricocheted around the brick walls, Drawing him deeper into the darkness he heard the scuffle, his immortal eyes able to pierce the darkness and give him sight as if the sun shown high in the sky.

And he saw it, behind the old Historic Voodoo Museum, a man had had trapped a woman. And he had to snort at the stupid hood and cloak the man was wearing, the scene before him showing a haphazardly mish-mashed together voodoo alter, the women screaming and struggling hard against her captor as she was forced onto the altar. Watched as the male chanted some ancient stupid words he “thought” had power and raised a bone handled knife. Stepping from the shadows, his Reaper’s powers rendering him invisible he watched, and waited. His lip curling in disgust as he watched. The man driving the knife into the women’s heart, watched him twist it as her screams abruptly died. And he felt sadness for her, that her life had been taken over an attempt at ancient voodoo. Sighing he called his Reapers Scythe to his hand, his gaze falling to the woman’s dead body, could see the life energy around her, could see that string of life that bound her to the physical plain. One fluid motion had him lifting then swinging, the blade ghosting through her body, leaving no physical damage, but severing that life strand as a knife through butter and the energy of her body floated free of its cocoon and drifted into the sky and he watched, as the women’s soul floated above her body, sadness on its face as it looked down then faded into the ethereal plain and vanishing.

His gaze turning to the male, he tightened his grip on his scythe. He wanted nothing more then to end this persons life, but he could not seek retribution, it was forbidden, The Laws governing reapers expressly forbid taking a soul in retaliation before its scheduled departure time, no matter what, and he’d witnessed this man take many lives, the flow of life energy around his body so polluted and dark, he wouldn’t be surprised when It was cast down and destroyed when his time came. Easing the tension in his body he relaxed, allowing his scythe once again to vanish into the ether’s he had summoned it from. He watched the male stagger away, covered in the womens blood he ran, cursing. But the laws would not allow him to follow. Sighing he let the Spell of invisibility fall away and pulled his cellphone from his pocket, as he always did, and informed 911 of a dead body behind the museum and hung up on the dispatcher when she asked for his information.

The Laws of being a Reaper were simple, but meant to protect everyone,
Law 1: Never reveal yourself to the humans
Law 2: Never interfere in anyway with events surrounding the Soul you are Sent to Reap, you are to observe, only
Law 3: Never reap a soul that is not meant to leave the human plain before its time
Law 4: Never use your powers for personal gain
Law 5: If you break any of these Laws, your status as Reaper is forfeit and you will be hunted and killed.

With another heavy sigh he shook himself from his thoughts. His gaze once more turning to the women’s body, his supernatural hearing catching the sound of Sirens, and the tattoo once more on his hand Pulsing, telling him he was called to yet another Soul about to depart, he stepped into the heavy shadows, laying his hand to his heart he spoke a single word of power and Teleported himself to the next crime scene, Such was the life……..

 

[Kaena]

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Adriana Morgan
Age: 32
Occupation: FBI Agent - Homicide Division

Adriana stretched, rubbing the weariness from her eyes. She had been hunched over her desk for hours going through case file after case file, trying to find a connection. There had been 5 murders in New Orleans in the last week, all seeming to be by the same killer. Some sadistic bastard that was performing some sick voodoo ritual that ended in the lives of several young woman being cut short. Each murder called in by the same number to 911. She was sure that it was the killer himself, mocking the system by calling 911 each time, but, her attempt to trace the number came up short. The number was registered to a fake name and address. There was no way to tie it to an actualy living and breathing human being. It did pop up on emergency records for several other 911 calls received around the country, each one made after a violent crime had been committed. But, no matter how much she tried, she couldn't connect each case to each other, except by the phone number. Killers rarely diverted from their methods, however, other than the 5 murders in New Orleans, each murder attached to this mysterious phone number appeared to be made by different people, with no rhyme or reason.

Screaming in frustration she swiped her arm across the pile of files, knocking them to the floor. There was pressure from higher ups to get this case solved before the body count continued to grow. As she bent down to pick up the files, a number of photos fell to the floor. The photos were stills from cameras lining Bourbon street, taken from footage before and after the murders. She had gone through the photos several times before and had not really noticed anything out of the ordinary, but, something was nagging at her mind, that she had missed something.

Picking up the pictures, she laid them out all over her desk, turning on her desk lamp so she could see them better in the waining evening light. It was almost an hour of looking over the photos over and over again before she saw it. How could she have missed it before. In the before pictures of each murder there was a man walking along the street, which in itself was nothing out of the ordinary. What was out of the ordinary was that he stuck out like a sore thumb, dressed in a business suit, among the partying crowd. She scoured the photos taken of the footage after the murders and couldn't find him anywhere, it was like he had just disappeared. She felt a rush of excitement. Had she finally found a lead. Was he the killer she was looking for.

Picking up the phone she dialed the media lab, her pulse racing. "I need all the CCTV footage from Bourbon street from before and after the murders" she barked at the young agent who answered the phone. "Email the files to me. Yes, Yes I know it is a a lot of footage, but, I think I'm on to something and I need to look at it further." Once she received confirmation that the files were on their way, she sat back in her chair, reaching for her now cold coffee and taking a drink. Grimacing she put the coffee down and picked up the picture of the man once again, studying his features and committing them to memory. If he was the one doing these murders she would find him and he would pay for his crimes.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

While they didn’t necessarily work on a schedule, Reapers indeed took shifts, he wasn’t the only Violent Death Reaper, but they covered different areas that sometimes overlapped, and historically, violent deaths hit a lul when the sun came up. It was still before the sun rose that he found himself returning to Bourban st, as he did with some of the worst deaths he dealt with to make sure the body had been found and was being taken care of. His spell of invisibility again weaved around him, he watched silently as Forensics was snapping photos, reporters were going crazy begging police for answers and screaming questions. Seeing that the women’s body was being loaded up he turned, his hands stuffed in his pockets he looked towards the horizon, his night was done, but he had accounts and customers that now demanded his attention. Reapers didn’t need sleep, which was a blessing in itself, they could, but often chose not too. Stepping into an ally, shrouded in shadow his form faded, teleporting himself to his bedroom at his condo in Los Angeles.

Stripping down, he plugged in his phone, glancing at it he let his eyes go unfocused, allowing him to see the ebb and flow of magic and energy around him, he would need to re-enchant his phone with the shadow spell they all used to hide their numbers from the mortals, technology was a great thing, but they’d found out quickly that it also put them at risk as phones could be traced, and they’d had more then one near run in with the human police because numbers had been traced. They’d learned how to shield their phones through their magic, so as to scramble any and all tracking devices, no GPS, no google maps, it was just too risky. Sighing he put his phone down and headed for his shower.

An hour later he dressed and grabbed his briefcase, he needed to check in his with secretary then had a client meeting. In his downtime he’d found himself taking courses online and got his master’s degree in accounting and Certified as a CPA with a short but impressive client list. It paid well, no more living in caves and mud huts for him. His musings over he headed to his office.

 

[Kaena]

She spent hours scouring the footage she requested. In the end she was rewarded for her efforts. She had found multiple images of him, heading in the directions of where they had found each body. In one case the camera had caught him entering an alley, merely minutes after the victim herself had entered the exact same alley. She knew it, he had to be the one. But, what she didn't understand was where he went after. She had desperately searched the footage and could not find any images of him after the deed had been done. Even the alley he entered didn't show him leaving. Where had he gone? She supposed he could of climbed a fire escape ladder to the roof of a building adjacent to the alley, but, it still concerned her how he was able to flee the scene so quickly and inconspicuously.

Sighing, she clicked send on the email she sent requesting any footage or pictures available from each of the murders linked by the phone number. She was curious to see if the pattern would be the same. Would she find him lurking in the background there as well, or was she just following a dead end lead. It wasn't as if she even knew who he was or where to find him. All she had was a fuzzy image from a camera. But, at least it was a start.

Closing her laptop she got to her feet, wincing at the pain in her lower back from sitting so long. Her stomach growled angrily, reminding her that she had not eaten in hours. Picking up her purse and keys, she headed for the lobby, nodding to the security guard a the desk before stepping out into the cool night. Walking briskly to her car, she climbed in, the softness of the seat a contrast to the desk chair she had just spent hours in. Starting the car she made her way to her favourite diner, sinking into an empty booth just as her phone beeped, notifying her of a received email. Pulling out her phone, she opened the email to find it was from a detachment in Los Angeles, video and picture files attached.

With baited breath she opened the video and began to watch it with as much intensity as she could on her phone screen.

"Can I take your order Detective," the voice made her jump. She had forgotten where she was for a moment, so focused on trying to find something that might not even be there. She smiled at the waitress that stood at the side of the table. She frequented the diner enough to be on first name basis with the waitresses.

"Just a coffee and burger tonight Doris," she replied, her attention returning to her phone. When her food arrived she ate it absentmindedly, still watching the video. The video was almost over before she saw anything and she was about to close it in frustration. If she had blinked she would have missed it. But, there he was, standing along the side of the street across from the scene of the crime. Then he was gone. She fast forwarded to see if she could see where he had gone and rewound to see where he came from, but, it was only that brief second that he appeared as if materializes from thin air and then disappearing just as quickly.

"What the... " she mumbled to herself, rubbing her eyes. Maybe she needed sleep before she looked into it any further. A fresh mind would help her figure out what was going on. Getting up, she threw enough money to cover her tab and a sizable tip onto the table and headed back out into the night. She could feel the weariness overcome her and she barely made it home and into her bedroom before she felt the drag of exhaustion over take her. Slipping out of her clothes she climbed naked between the clean sheets on her bed and instantly fell asleep.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

It was lunchtime before he was able to find a respite from the incessant nagging of his clients, unhappy with the downturn in the market and their lost funds. He rolled his eyes as he sat behind his desk in his personal office. Sipping at a cup of tea he was staring at some figures on his laptop, only half paying attention, a soft feminine voice rousing him back to the present Hello N’ka’halo startled he looked up at the female who stood in his office door, quickly he looked over her shoulder as she stepped in don’t worry, no one saw me she said as she closed the door only you can see me, you know that he sighed and rubbed his face slouching in his chair “Hello Kala” he returned, using the shortened version of her true name, something only close friends were allowed to do “what brings you to Los Angeles? Sight seeing?” he quipped raising a hand in gesture towards a seat, which she took Sadly, on business, we read the report you filed regarding your nights work he held a mildly annoyed look and arched a brow at her The ritual you described from the killer in New Orleans, the same ritual you observed on 5 different occasions, we believe may have some Merit

Rising from his seat he poured a fresh cup of hot water and began steeping a new teabag “Merit for what? The guys a crackpot, besides, we only observe, what interest is it to the elders?” that comment rewarded him with a huff and he smiled, he enjoyed riling her hackles, as he once more sat down he stretched out his legs and took a relaxed posture Usually we would agree, but we discovered the ritual is based in a very ancient Aztech spell and ritual, invoking dark magic to control certain breeds of Jaguar clan that caused his brow to arch once more, never waivering from the slow dip and pull of his teabag in his cup We also believe, that the human authorities have classified this as a ………oh what is it killed, cereal killer case? he smirked “you mean Serial killer?” Kala glowered at him with a glare that had scared many men but he just smiled more Watch your ass N’ka’halo, she warned before rising to stand, which he too stood “Why, when you always watch it for me? Ive left no trace, we never do, “ he smiled, having one more death glare aimed at him before she vanished, opening his office door, he returned to his desk, ringing the front desk he informed the secretary he would be taking a late lunch before he closed his door and with a word, teleported himself to his condo

 

[Kaena]

The sound of ringing pulled Adriana from a deep sleep. A deep sleep disturbed by dreams of a man cloaked in shadow watching her. Rolling over she reached for her phone and opened her eyes, groaning at the bright light filtering in through her window. Looking her phone screen she groaned again at the name on the caller ID. Her boss calling her so early in the morning was never a good thing.

"Hello," she answered, her voice still husky from sleep. She glanced at the clock. It was just past 6 a.m. Whatever he was calling for better be important.

"Morgan, there has been another murder," her bosses words made her sit upright in her bed, instantly awake.

"Another ritual murder?" she asked, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and reaching for the clothes she had worn the day before. Deciding against wearing the same thing as the day before, she walked naked to her closest to find some clothes as her boss filled her in.

"Same operanda as before. Altar set up in a dark alley. Victim is a young woman, stabbed through the heart." he relayed. She continued to listen as she pulled out a white dress shift and black pants from the closet and threw them on the bed. Rummaging through her dresser she found a clean pair of underwear and bra which she added to the pile.

"Were there any calls made to 911?" she asked, sitting back on the edge of the bed and pulled on her underwear while holding her phone to her ear with her shoulder.

"Yes." he continued "And get this, its the same number as before. Our techs tried to trace the call but once again they have been unsuccessful. I want you at the scene as soon as possible. Try to find out as much as you can. Interview the business owners and people that live in the area, you know the drill."

"Do I at least have time to grab a coffee?" she joked as she finished dressing.

"Don't be such a smart ass Morgan," he replied. "Get here as fast as you can. The address is 542 Bourbon St, in the alley behind Pete's Smokeshop." With that the line went dead as he hung up. Sighing, she looked in the mirror above her dresser, grimacing at her sleep tousled hair. Grabbing her brush she quickly smoothed out her hair before tying it up in a ponytail. Picking up her gun and badge from where she had dropped them the night before on her dresser she grabbed her keys and headed to the scene.

When she reached the scene she found several detectives milling about, attempting to look busy. She pushed past them to where the body still lay on the makeshift alter, covered in a white sheet. She walked cautiously around the body, pulling on a pair of gloves as she did and making sure not to step in the pool of blood that had collected on the ground.

"How long has she been dead," she asked, lifting the sheet to look at the body. The young woman was beautiful, even in death. Her hair dark and curly, her young body toned and muscular, just like the others. It appeared the killer had a type.

"Not long," one of the lab techs replied. "Not more than a couple of hours. When the officers arrived on the scene the body was still warm." She nodded her head in understanding before crouching down to look closer at the symbols painted on the side of the crude alter. Aside from the other crime scene photos, the symbols were familiar. She just couldn't place where she had seen them before.

"Send all the pictures and any video footage from the area to me as soon as you can." she ordered before walking out of the alley and back out onto the busy street. The city was starting to wake up, people hustling and bustling by on their way to work. She groaned at the seemingly wall of reporters that stood between her and the 24 hr convenience store across the street, where the owner stood in the doorway wringing his hands.

"Detective Morgan. Is this another victim of the Ritual Killer" a reporter barked at her as she tried to push her way past them. She hated when the media gave killers names like that. It sensationalized them. Gave them the platform that so many killers craved.

"No comment," she replied, managing to push through the last few reporters to reach the doorway of the convenience store. When the man had seen her approaching he had disppeared back inside. Pushing open the door, she stepped inside, the bell on the door indicating her arrival. Her eyes scanned the room until she found the man sitting behind the counter.

"I just have some questions to ask you," she said approaching him. He waved his hands at her as if to shoo her away.

"No, no questions..I see nothing" he replied in broken english, his eyes wide.

"Are you sure you didn't see anything?" she asked, smiling to ease the tension. "Not even a young man in a suit perhaps." His eyes widened in fear at that question.

"Je l'ai vu. L'homme de l'ombre. Il était là dans l'allée." he stuttered, switching to his native language. She frowned, it has been awhile since she had used Acadian french, despite being raised by french parents.

"You saw a shadow man. In the alley?" she asked, translating what he said as best she could.

"Non ... Non, je n'ai rien vu. Pars, pars maintenant" he said, denying that he saw anything and waving her towards the door. Sighing, she realized she wasn't going to get any further with him. Leaving the shop, she stepped back out onto the street, once again surrounded by reporters. It was going to be a long day.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

He spent the rest of his work day at his home office, the perk of being a CPA, he didnt need to be in the office all the time and could manage accounts remotely, also allowed him to answer “calls” from his “other job” idly he scratched the back of his hand, his thoughts moving back to the conversation he had with Kala earlier that day, this male, usually took a few days between his murders, if he was indeed trying to mirror some ancient Aztech spell, god only knew what it was for. But its not like death took a break, grabbing his suit jacket he moved into his living room and opened his blinds, staring out as the sun began to dip below the horizon and he closed his eyes. Stretching out his senses, as he liked to do every night, feeling the ebb and flow of the energy around him, it energized him, focusing his mind he opened his eyes and sighed, stretching he walked out of his condo, nodding to the security guard behind the desk he moved into the night, this area of Los Angeles was quieter then the rest, and he enjoyed taking a leisurely walk through his neighborhood, however it wasn’t long until his hand began to tingle.

Shrouding himself with darkness behind a bunch of trees he teleported, letting the tingle in his hand guide him, opening his eyes he frowned, it always took him a second to orient himself when he teleported, and he found himself in the in the upscale Garden District of New Orleans, looking around to get his bearings he tucked his hands into his pockets, strolling casually. He’d always liked Louisiana, but too muggy for him, at least that’s what he told himself, Heat and cold didn’t affect him, but the air felt oppressive. Hearing a scuffle he made a turn strolling down St. Charles, following the sounds he snorted, looking around, “Cabana club gardens huh?” joy, probably another mugging, why was it always allys? He slipped into the shadows as his cloak of invisilibity settled around him. And he moved forward. This area was heavily trafficked, being around homes, apartments and whatnot. Ahh Sure enough, two men struggling, yup, theres the knife………wait……. frowning he watched, the man who’d drawn the knife was backing away from the other man, that’s when he caught a look at the man the knife weilder was backing away from…… Vampire…….shiiittttttt……..what was this idiot doing?

Thomas flexed his hand, calling his Scythe to him as the Vampire hissed………he fucking hissed…….son of a bitch………yup, the human saw the fangs and was starting to panic, The vampire lunged, catching the man and knocking the knife from his grip, Thomas stepped from the shadows, watching as the Vampire tried to bite the man but he fought, hard, managing to land a blow to the side of the vamps head, snapping the Vampires head in his direction and he saw the Vampires body tense, Other supernaturals had the ability to see through the reapers cloaking spell, but the Vampire knew damn well that while Reapers were Neutral parties, the laws Governing other supernaturals was just as strict when it came to killing humans, or playing with their food.

As the Vampire hissed again Thomas rolled his eyes and made an “are you done” gesture, flexing his hand so his scythe caught the light and glinted so the Vampire knew he was armed. What he wasn’t expecting was for the Vampire to throw the human at him. And while he was invisible, he was still very much a physical body and the human slammed into him, causing his scythe to slip from his grip and his cloaking spell to drop, as the human landed on top of him “God, Damn it…..you fucker” he growled at the Vamp, who turned and ran, his otherworld speed helping him cover distance quickly. Shoving the human off of him he got to his feet, the male staring at him with wide eyes “im not going to hurt you…..” slowly Thomas raised his hands, slowly “what I need, is for you to calm down……..” shit shit shit shit shit, this was going from bad to worse right now, the human was far to scared and wound up for him to be able to force his mind into the humans, he wasn’t going to die now, and that was not going to look well on his report, but he needed to alter this humans memories and remove the Vampire AND himself before the memory became permanent. He tried to make soothing noises, trying to get the human to relax, but with a curse he watched the man bolt towards the street. Cursing louder he followed, lashing out his hand he called his scythe to him.

Returning it to the ethers before he hit the street. Launching himself after the human he tried calling to him, but of all the fucking luck the human ran into the middle of the street and tumbled into a roaming police cruiser. FUUCCCKKK this was noott gooodddd…………the cops scrambled out of the car and the human pointed back in his direction, Thomas wheeled his body around and dove for cover behind a house, cursing foully he closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm as he heard heavy footfalls approach, he slammed his invisilbity spell down around him just as the cops with flashlights glaring came hard charging around the house after him and he had to bite his tongue hard to keep from cursing again this was going to be a very bad night…….

 

[Kaena]

It took hours for Adriana to interview all the residents in the area of the crime scene. Each time she tired to approach someone she had to fight through the relentless reporters that kept demanding answers. The coroner had already come and gone, wisking away the body to the morgue and the crime scene techs had wrapped up their investigation and moved on as well. The only thing left to indicate a crime had happened there was the blood stain on the ground and the a forgotten piece of yellow police tape flapping in the wind. As the sun began to set, Adriana scanned the dwindling crowd of onlookers one last time, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man from the photos. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, she climbed into her car and headed back to the office to write her report.

She was buried deep in the middle of her report when she was pulled from her focus by a knock on her office door. She looked up to see Agent Parker standing there, a smile on his face.

"What do you want Parker, I am in the middle of something" she said, her exasperation at the interruption in her voice.

"I thought you would want to hear what just came through from the detachment in the Garden district," his smug smile never faltering. "Especially since you are insistent that some man in a suit is the Ritual Killer." She really wanted to smack the smug look on his face. She hated parker and his misogynistic attitude towards her. Biting back a sarcastic reply, she sighed.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice taking an impatient tone.

"There was an attempted mugging down in the district tonight," he replied, pausing as if for effect. "The victim claims that he was attacked by a vampire and then another man in a suit materialized as if from thin air and scared the vampire away." Adriana sat up with interest at the mention of the man in a suit, but the story sounded too far fetched. A vampire? Come on she wasn't born yesterday. Vampires didn't exist.

"The victim happened to run out into the street in front of a police car." Parker continued. The officers managed to catch a glimpse of the man following him, but, when they searched from him he had disappeared. Maybe there is some weight to your theory about this mysterious man. But, all the victims so far have been young women, why would tonight be different."

"Good question," she replied, rubbing her temples with her fingers to ease her sudden headache. "If the officers had not seen this man, I would have say that the victim must have been high on something, especially with his claim of being attacked by a vampire. Did the victim give any information about the man. DId he try to attack him as well."

"That's the thing, he said that the man claimed he wasn't going to hurt him, yet he continued to follow him out into the street. Perhaps he was just trying to lure him into a false sense of security before making his move. Anyways just thought you would want to know." Turning to leave the room, Parker looked back over his shoulder at her. "Oh by the way, I did you a favour and asked them to send the footage from the CCTV cameras in the area. You're welcome." With those words he left the room, leaving Adriana to try to find something to nurse her headache as she opened the email she just received from the Garden District detachment.

She didn't know if she was just getting faster at finding him or if he wasn't as careful, but she found him within minutes on the footage. First walking along the street before ducking into a dark alley. Then minutes later running out of the alley behind what she assumed was the victim in question. She watched him stop as he noticed the police car, an obvious disatisfied look on his face before running off to disappear behind a neighbouring house. It was him alright, but what was he doing there.

Looking through the email she found the name and contact information for the victim and noted it down. She was interested to see what he had to say about what happened. Maybe she had finally gotten the break she needed.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

As the night began to wain , he checked his watch and calculated the time difference since he’d been forced to abandon the human to the police after the Vampire ran, he knew he had to tie up that loose end, as he watched the police load yet another body into their van after he’d made the trip to Arizona for a rather gruesome domestic dispute, he melded into the darkness and returned to New Orleans, as a reaper he could focus in on the life energy of anyone he’d come into contact with, living, dead, or Otherkin. He was happy to see the man from earlier had returned home finally, and before he stepped from the shadows he glanced around the street, letting his eyes go unfocused as he felt the energy around him………there…………end of the street…………a car with 2 people in it……….damn it…..they were watching the house……….well, no worries, they wont see him….. closing his eyes briefly to calm the small spike of adrenaline he curled his invisibility spell around him and stepped into the street, a soft flick of his finger sent a small pulse of telekentic energy into the door, popping the lock open he breezed through the door then closed it, there would be no way the police wouldn’t see that. But he had enough time.

Moving into the man’s living room he found him on the couch with a bottle of tequila and a shot glass…….good, he was drinking, it would dull his mind to what he was about to do. Dropping the invisibility spell, the man looked up and Thomas held his hand up “stay” the command given with a smooth hynoptic baritone that froze the man instantly “Mr. Reid, we have unfinished business……be calm.” He spoke, the mans body going lax at the command “You have never seen me before Mr. Reid, what you witnessed in that ally never happened, you will wake up in the morning and believe it was all just a bad dream, then forget about it entirely, “ Thomas weaved his spell around the humans mind, clearing away the brains memory of fear, and adrenaline, plucking away the terror and the faces, leaving him with just the memory of sitting at home, watching baseball and drinking a little too much, watching as the humans face grew slack, his eyes glazing as the spell set, hearing the door bust open he turned his head, two plain clothes detectives coming in guns drawn, he gave them a crooked smile, then vanished under his invisibility spell just as they entered into the living room.

Moving away into a corner of the room Thomas watched as the man stood, demanding to know what was going on and why the cops were in his home. And grinned to himself as the cops tried asking him questions about the “man he was just talking to and where he’d gone” and all the human could tell the police was he didn’t know what they were talking about and he’d been home all night drinking and watching the game, dramatically pointing to the TV. His business done, Thomas stepped out into the night air, through the open door the cops had left. Walking around back, into the shadows, he teleported into the ally behind his own condo, dropping the spell he walked into the light, Smiling and nodding to the Doorman as he was let into his building and decided on a long hot shower

 

[Kaena]

Adriana looked up at the house in front of her, verifying the address matched the one she had written down. She didn't really have any hope for this visit, having read the report from the night before from the detectives watching the house, but she was desperate enough to give it a try. Walking up to the front door, she grimaced at the broken door frame, shaking her head. She understood the detective's use of force considering that they thought the man was in danger, but, the door hadn't even been locked, there was no need to kick it open. Taking a deep breath she knocked and waiting as she heard someone shuffling towards the door. A minute later the door was open a by the young man who's picture had been in the file. A tired look on his face when he realized who she was.

"I have already told you guys, I don't know anything about what you are talking about," he said, his exasperation evident in his voice.

"I just want to ask you some questions Mr. Jones," she cut him off. "It will only take a few minutes of your time." Sighing, he nodded and stepped back to let her into the house.

"You are wasting your time lady," he said, slumping into a kitchen chair. "Your men kept berating be about some man being in my house and then gave me some crazy story about me being attacked downtown. I haven't left my house in days. I was here the whole time drinking away my sorrows and watching tv. And there was nobody in my house last night, at least not until your two men came storming through the door. You guys are paying for that door frame by the way."

"Are you sure you were not downtown the other night. We have you on the dashcam of the police car ran into when you came out of the alley," she inquired, trying to hide her frustration. This case was getting more and more confusing as it went on. This mysterious man who disappeared right in front of the detective's eyes last night and now the only other witness to this man not remembering anything at all. "Maybe you had too much to drink and just don't remember. You were acting strange that night, saying that you were attacked by a vampire."

"I don't know what to tell you," he said, getting to his feet again. "I do not know anything about any of this. Just leave me alone. And get your damn detectives away from my house. I don't need them bursting into my home randomnly. I think you need to leave."

"If you remember anything please give me a call," she replied, pressing her card into his hand. "We are not the enemy here. We are just trying to keep you safe. She stepped back out into the sunlight, her eyes falling on the unmarked police car parked down the street. Making her way to the car, she knocked on the window and motioned for the officer to roll it down. He rolled it down, giving her a forced smile.

"Agent Morgan, FBI," she introduced herself, flashing her badge. "I want to ask you a few questions about what happened last night."

"Its in the report," he replied rudely, turning to roll his eyes at his partner, whispering "fucking feds, always sticking their nose where it doesn't belong"

"I am trying to solve a god damn serial murder case," she replied, trying to hide her anger in her voice. "All I want to do is ask you some questions. Is that so hard. Or do I need to speak with your superior about your attitude."

"There is no need for that Maam," the other officer in the car replied, elbowing his partner to shut him up before reaching out his hand to shake hers. "Name's Reynolds. We will be happy to answer any questions you have. What do you want to know?"

"I want to know about the man you say you saw in the house last night." she replied. "You say you saw the door of the house open and close and then saw the shadow of two people standing in the living room, but, when you entered the house you only saw a second person for a split second before he disappeared."

"Yes Maam," he replied, nodding his head in agreement. "I don't know if it was some Voodoo bullshit or what, but, I saw him with my own eyes and then he was gone. We searched the house and didn't find him anywhere. It was like he vanished in thin air. And then the guy we rushed to protect said we were crazy and that he had been alone all night. I know we work long shifts and sometimes see things that are not there, but we both saw him."
"Can you describe him to me," she asked, taking out her notepad, though she really didn't think she needed to write anything down. She had a feeling she knew what he as going to say.
"I only saw him for a second, but, he was tall, thin, clean cut. Oh and he wore a suit. You know like the kind of suit that would see more on wall street than on the streets of New Orleans."

Adriana snapped the notepad shut and nodded her head. Just as she expected. "Thank you for your time boys. Oh and just to let you know, Mr. Jones does not want you here anymore, but, it is not my call to pull you. Honestly, I would keep an eye on him for a while longer, just in case this mysterious man comes back. He fits the description of a person of interest in the ritual killing case, so if he is the killer, he may come back to finish what he started. Call me directly if he shows up again." Handing her card to the officer, she walked back to her car and climbed in, slumping in the seat with a heavy sigh. This case was getting more and more complicated as the time went on. But, something about what Officer Reynolds said weighed on her mind, when he spoke of Voodoo. She had been a skeptic on magic and the supernatural her whole life, but, now she wasn't sure. No ordinary man could disappear as easily as this one. Maybe there was some weight to the lores after all.

She started to head home, intent on getting a good nights sleep but at the last moment turned her car back towards downtown. After awhile she found herself stopping in front of a Madam Curry's, a well known psychic and self proclaimed voodoo princess. She paused before getting out of her car. What was she doing? If anyone at the bureau found out, they would think she the case was driving her insane. At this point she wasn't sure herself, but, she needed answers and it wouldn't hurt to see what she could find out.

Taking a deep breath, she left her car locked at the side of the road and made her way into the dimly lit shop. The shop was decorated like any other New Orleans tourist trap and she turned to leave, chastising herself for being so stupid just as a beautiful black woman appeared from the back.

"You can leave, but, you will not get the answers you seek Agent Morgan," the woman said, her voice deep and sultry. "I have been expecting you." How the hell did this woman know her name. "Have a seat. Tell me what troubles you dear."

She shook her head in disbelief, fighting the urge to flee the shop. Instead she found herself taking a seat across the table from the woman.

"I am sure you have heard of the ritual killings in the district," she started, the woman nodded her head but did not speak, her eyes dark and curious. "I thought maybe you could tell me a little bit about the symbols that were on the altar. About what this killer is trying to accomplish."

"Yes, I have heard of these killings," she responded, her voice lowering to a whisper. "This man is very dangerous. If he accomplishes what he is attempting, more lives will be in danger."

"What do you know if this man?" Adrianna questioned, her interest peaked. "How does he manage to elude us so easily?"

"The man you seek is not the killer," the replied matter of factly. Adrianna waited for her to eloborate but she said nothing further.

"What do you mean he is not the killer?" she asked exasperated. "Are you telling me there are two of them. He was at the scene of all the crimes, he has to the be the killer."

"He is part of their deaths but he is not the killer," she answered cryptically. "You are treading a very dangerous path by pursuing him. Forget him."

"What are you talking about?" Adrianna scoffed, jumping to her feet. "How can someone be part of a death and yet not be the killer. I knew it was a mistake coming here. Thank you for your time."

"Beware the shadow man," the madame's voice followed her out into the night, sending a chill down her spine. That was the second time the shadow man had been mentioned. What did it mean. Shaking her head, she climbed back into her car and headed towards home. It had been a long day and her head was starting to pound. Once she got home, she went straight to her room and collapsed on her bed, this time not even bothering to undress. Sleep came quickly. Sleep that was anything but restful, once again filled with shadows and blood.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

It was nearly a full two weeks later and the Ritual killer had killed 2 more times, One was in a civil war battlefield in Gettysburg, a major hotspot for ghosts and a particularly heavy flow of Supernatural energy, another in the famous “Voodoo” killer’s property of Clementine Barnabet in West Crowley, and he had to suffer one more visit from one of the Supernatural council, informing him that while he’d managed to cover his tracks, there was still very short and grainy video clips of him that had begun to circulate on social media, that he was being dubbed “The Shadow man” a chastisement that he needed to start being more vigilant than ever and aware of modern technology. Much to Thomas’ annoyance, but he kept a neutral face and bowed to the council’s command, watching as the counselor turned And one more thing, N’ka’halo, we have spoken to the Vampire Representatives, and the issue from the other night………..its being taken care of Thomas frowned “I already took care of the human, he remembers nothing” the Councilor only arched an eyebrow at him Yes, and reports are saying two Human police officers saw you leaving the humans place of residence, we are not amused Thomas sighed and rubbed his eyes “They saw a shadow, and not even enough to be able to identify me, but if I have too, I will tie up that loose end as well”

The Councilor just merely huffed and turned to leave, vanishing as he reached the doorway, sighing Thomas poured himself a tall glass of scotch and downed it, setting the glass down rather harshly he cursed. Something he’d picked up centuries ago, Pouring then downing his second glass his hand began to tingle, muttering about requesting vacation time off, he let his body vanish, appearing on a side street he looked around, growling as he AGAIN found himself in New Orleans, and he feared, he knew why he again was being called to this city. Turning he made his way into the crowds, following the tingling of his reapers mark , he heard a soft feminine voice, that seemed to cut through the dinn and white noise that was city life You ought be careful, man of death, for a trap will not you see coming Thomas froze his brows furrowing as he glanced around, in search of that voice Come, Shadow, see passed the throws of humans and look to me As Thomas turned east, he found his gaze moving to a small building, a women stood on the stoop, her arms crossed casually under her breasts………………and she was staring right at him………….Frowning deeper he weaved his way through the people to her front step, “Madam Curry” written on the sign hanging above her door, he knew of her, in passing, famous fortune teller and psychic, said to be the Next Marie Laveau.

The man you seek, hunter, is in thee old cemetery, you know which one this night, Thomas frowned staring up at her, a quizzical eyebrow arched “And, how do you know me madam, I don’t believe we’ve ever met, im just passing through….” The lady just smiled a knowing smile Fine, play it dat way, the spirits talk, Man of shadow, of you, and others, be cautious…… and with that, she turned and closed the door behind her. He was about to follow her when the tingle in his hand grew worse and he knew he had to find his destination. Four minutes, later, and much to his damn annoyance, he came upon New Orleans Cemetery #1, Where Marie Laveau herself, is said to be buried, of course, this he should have predicted, why not…….. Slipping into the shadows he made his way into the Cemetery, an unfamiliar shiver, tracing down his arms as he crossed the gates, the cemetery closed to tourists this late, he let his spell of invisibility settle around him as he wove his way among the headstones, feeling the restless energy, shades, and ghosts walking the graveyard unseen. He heard muffled struggles as he cleared a corpse of trees to find the killer, with yet another women, tied to Marie Laveau’s headstone, this man needed to be killed for this insult alone. Watching as he managed to pin her down, securing her to the massive headstone, he realized the muffled sounds were because the women was gagged, that was new……….



I sense you are here, Shadowman……… Thomas froze, the itchy feeling along his skin increasing ive heard the rumors that claim I was working with a partner, but they couldn’t identify us, seen the sketchy videos of you arriving after my………………….work…………..has been completed……. Thomas stayed still, cloaked by his spell there was no way this insane asylum reject could know he was here You triggered my wards, when you entered, I know you are here, Shadowman…… Wards………..fucking………..wards……………..now that actually paid attention, he knew the feeling on his skin for what it was………..and he let his head fall back in exasperation, a barrier spell……..this motherfucker set up a barrier spell……….and the Voodoo Maven’s words came back to bite him in the ass “for a trap, you will not see coming” son of a bitch………..Dropping pretense, he let the invisibility spell fall away, he was already busted, no point in theatrics, tucking his hands into his pockets he gave the man an arched stare as he stepped from the shadows of the trees “i………………don’t know what youre talking about………im here as part of the night tour……..” he said, non-chalantly, the man just glared at him as he turned quickly. That’s when Thomas noticed his eyes, they had a glint to them, and unholy glint of ill gotten power…………..shit……… hmmmmm, not what I expected…….what are you? Thomas just stared at him, like he was going to answer the mans question, the women screamed into her gag, and Thomas took a moment to look at her.

She was pleading with him, her eyes were pleading for help. Help…………sadly……….he could not give her……Turning his attention back to the man he crossed his arms, as if bored “So………..are you going to try and talk me to death? Because, that could take a lot of years, why don’t you just finish your work and be done with it?” he taunted the man, who showed a moment of shock, clearly not expecting that response before his face hardened and he sputtered Not going to stop me? Thomas shrugged “Not my job, besides, im here for her too” he quipped, pointing a thumb in the womens direction, which only made the man frown harder as he lifted the knife, moving threateningly towards the women What trick is this??? I’ll kill her!! I have too! i need the power!! Thomas arched a mocking brow “what power? You have no power……” he taunted again, Oh, I have power, Shadow man, and once im done, all the secrets will be revealed to the world, you’ll see, we are not alone on this planet” THAT………gave Thomas a moment of pause, and it must have showed on his face because the man leered at him Youre one of them aren’t you? That’s why no one ever sees you, well, they’ll see you tonight, and he cackled madly they’ll all see you, you wont be able to leave this time, oh no, they’ll catch you, and they’ll stop looking for me, giving me time to finish, to show them all its true’ he cackled turning as he began chanting, and Thomas’ fingers itched to call his Scythe and end this mortal’s life, but he couldn’t, Damn those fucking rules right now.

Watching the man continued his chanting, and for the first time, Thomas felt the shift of energy, and he blinked, realizing the man was…………absorbing…………it……………….as he buried the dagger in the women’s heart, and twisted it. He noticed the man had turned to look at him, as if expecting him to try and stop what was going to happen. But Thomas only shrugged his shoulders, watching as the man finished what he was doing, and grabbed several crystals he hadn’t noticed, off the headstone, then fled. Sighing, he watched, making sure the human was gone before he called his scythe, looking to the women he took pity on her, with one swing, severed the thread of life and watched her soul depart. Taking out his new cellphone, having ditched the old one he dialed 911, giving them the location of the body then hung up on the operator. But……..as he tried to cloak himself and teleport away…………he felt an odd twinge……up the back of his neck that made him flinch in pain…..then look around……..”what the fuck…………” he tried again to Teleport away as sirens blared, too close, wayyyy to close, he should have known they’d be quicker in this area. Again and again his teleport spell failed, FUCK, the wards…………….the man had set wards………son of a bitch, this should NOT, be possible.

Quickly he weaved his way into the heavier wooded area at the back of the cemetery, seeing the rear gates he made a B-line for the exit……..only to feel like he hit a wall, and bounced off it, landing on his ass, rubbing his face to get the feeling back into it, all too quickly he realized….he was trapped………mother fucker, the wards trapped him……..in the cemetery……..with…….the body…………he saw the runes painted into the stone, with blood………ohhhh blood magic……yup……………….great……… Foot falls, and light beams from flashlights swept the area, and try as he might, he couldn’t hide long without his magic, and held his hands up as Police cornered him 10 minutes later and cuffed him. However, as the police tried to haul him out of the woods and too their cars, again, he hit that magic barrier and it stopped him head. Groaning as the cops pulled and yanked at him, pressing him tighter to the barrier. Under the impression he was somehow fighting them they proceeded to jump on him and tackle him to the ground, several curses and bruises later, the police tried dragging him by the arms and legs. Confounded the police gawked at him, demanding he stop fighting and surrender, although they couldn’t figure out just how he was doing it cuffed and hogtied like a rodeo horse. It took him an additional 10 minutes to explain to police about the magic, and the blood on the gates surrounding the cemetery, tired at this point he managed to finally convince one of the officers to smudge one of the runes to break the magic, and they hauled him to their squad car. His Magic free he could escape, but so many pairs of eyes, and so much light, and trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey, he would have to bide his time and wait to escape

 

[Kaena]

Adriana felt like she was chasing dead ends. Every corner she turned she ran into a wall. Even though she had plenty of videos of him, she was nowhere close to finding him. And now somehow the videos had leaked and his image was all over social media. She loved to have one minute alone with the rat who released the videos. What made it even more frustrating was that since the videos had leaked he had not been captured on camera for any of the most recent murders. He really was as the everyone seemed so fond of calling him, a shadow man.

She was just closing her laptop to leave for the night when her phone rang. Picking up her phone she frowned at the number, it was not one she recognized. Sighing, she pressed the answer button and put the phone to her ear.

"Agent Morgan," she answered, her voice tired. It had been a long day spent scouring reports and video footage in a desperate attempt to find any recent mention or site of him.

"You will find that which you seek tonight," the voice on the end whispered sending a shiver down her spine. It was not the voice of anyone she recognized. It sounded deep and ominous and chilled her to the bone.

"Who is this," she retorted, trying to keep her voice from trembling. "How did you get this number?"

"That is none of your concern," the voice hissed. "New Orleans Cemetary number 1." With that the line went dead and she stood there staring at the screen, trying to determine if she had just imagined the call or if it had actually happened. She practically jumped when the phone rang again, startling her out of her stupor. This time she did recognize the number as Officer Reynolds, whom she had spoken too off and on since the day she had interrogated him in his car. He had promised to keep her posted if anything new came up in the case.

"Please tell me you have good news," she answered the phone, not bothering with formalities.

"Actually, yes I do," Reynolds replied, chuckling softly at her impatience. "We got him. We got your Ritual killer, or as some have been calling him, the Shadow Man."

"What do you mean you got him," she replied, her heart racing excitedly. "How? Where? Tell me everything you know."

"Whoa, whoa slow down there," he laughed again, his voice coming through smooth over the phone. "We caught him red handed tonight, just after a fresh kill. The body was still warm when we got there."

"Where?" she asked again impatiently, even though she was sure she knew the answer. "Where did you find him."

"New Orleans cemetary 1," he replied. Even though she knew what his answer would be , her heart fell. She was happy that they had finally caught him, but something about the call she received just before this one and the fact that he was able to be caught, just didn't sit right with her.

"I'll meet you at the station," she said, grabbing her keys and purse. "Don't let anyone question him before I get there. I want to be the first to talk to him." Reynolds reluctantly agreed before hanging up and leaving her with her thoughts. Sighing she made her way out into the night and to her car to make the quick ride over to the station. Technically, since the case was FBI jurisdiction, she could have ordered them to bring the man to FBI headquarters, but, there was enough tension between the police and the FBI, she didn't want to stir up more shit.

Reynolds met her at the front door when she reached the station and quickly ushered her inside.

"The others are not happy that you pulled rank on this one," he said, looking around to make sure nobody could hear them. "I must warn you, they were none to gentle with him when they took him down. He put up a pretty good fight and ended up getting roughed up a little." With this words he led her to a small interrogation room, at which a nervous looking young officer stood guarding the door. She looked in the window of the room, getting a good look at the man before entering. The suit that usually appeared immaculate in the videos was now torn and dirty and his face was bruised and bloody. He was handcuffed to the table and didn't look too happy about it.

"You were not lying when you said they roughed him up a bit, " she said, moving to open the door. Stepping into the room she let the door slam shut behind her with a thud.

"You have been a hard man to find," she said, sliding into the chair across the table from him. She looked him over as she pulled out her notepad. "Lets start with the easy stuff. Who are you? Where are you from? Why did you kill all those young women?"

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

He snarled, when he was cuffed to the damned table, rattling the chain, pulling at the cuffs, Oh he could break them easily, but he was among humans, and so he had to act like one, a very sour look on his face as he relaxed, and concentrated on his body, forced his metabolism to slow down so that his injuries didn’t heal faster then normal and draw even MORE attention to him. He glowered at any cops that came and went, glass of water, chairs, the overly intense lighting actually hurting his eyes. He lost track of how long it had been since he was dragged in, but when the door opened he peaked an eyebrow at the women who stormed in, his eyes going to the her breasts, which also just happened to have her ID clipped to it as well, FBI…………son, of a, bitch. He’d had no idea the FEDS where involved he shouldn’t be surprised………., but those bastards were even NOSIER then the local cops…… Sighing he fixed a bored expression on his face as the women’s hard voice cracked around the room like a gunshot, "You have been a hard man to find," he only gave her a lazy smirk, his eyes doing a quick sweep around the room he spotted the camera pod in the corner, smirking at it, he waved his hand in a casual gesture, responding to her question, while subtly flipping a pulse of psychic energy towards the camera, shorting it out, turning to look back at the women as he replied

“Well, anyone’s hard to find when you don’t know what youre looking for” he taunted, his voice a low timbre, smooth like silk as he fixed his gaze on her, a curious brow arching as she pulled out her pad.

"Lets start with the easy stuff. Who are you?
“Bond………James Bond, it’s a pleasure…….”

Where are you from?
“hmmmmm, somewhere between Heaven and Hell, at least, according to my mother” he smirked

Why did you kill all those young women?"

“I didn’t” and his voice went stone cold flat, as his body posture straightened “I was set up”

 

[Kaena]

She couldn't deny now that she was sitting there with him in person, he was a lot better looking than the grainy camera footage had made him out to be. A different time and place and she wouldn't be adverse to him warming her bed. "God, you know its been too long when you are entertaining thoughts of bedding a serial killer" she chastised herself, her cool eyes watching him as she waited for his answers. Her gaze followed the gesture of his hand and she frowned when the red light on the camera in the corner turned off. She was sure it was just a technical glitch, but, with the way things were going with this case, she wouldn't put it past him that he had done something to it.

She sighed at his answer, shaking her head. What did she expect him to just come out and confess everything, wrapping the case up in a neat little bow. No, that would have been too easy. And her life was anything but easy.

She flipped a page in the report she was handed as she entered the station. In it there was a list of items taken off him when she was arrested, along with an ID from the state of California, which gave his full name and address.

"Says here Mr. Bond that your name is actually Thomas Baker and you live in Los Angeles." she replied, her voice professional but barely hiding her frustration and impatience with him. "A little far from home aren't you? What business do you have here in Louisiana, other than murdering several young women in cold blood?" She raised her gaze to look into his eyes, her eyes cold and unforgiving.

"I know, I know, you say you were set up," she said, holding up a hand before he said anything else. "You can drop the bullshit. We have evidence of you at the scene of several of the murders. And tonight, you were caught red handed, with the victim still warm. If you were set up, as you say, how are you going to explain that? And if you were set up, then tell us who has been killing these women." She sighed when it became apparent that he was not going to answer her questions any further. She sat staring at him, the silence in the room only matched by the tension between them. A knock on the door broke the silence and she looked up as a rather angry looking man entered the room, followed by the young officer who was blubbering an apology to her for the interruption.

"Who are you?" she asked, getting to her feet and turning towards him. "I am in the middle of an interrogation. You have no business being in here."

"On the contrary my dear," he replied, a smug look on his face. "Let me introduce myself, I am Atticus Lincoln. This man here is my client. You will not be asking him anymore questions before I have a chance to speak with my client."

She frowned at this revelation. She had heard of Atticus Lincoln before. He was a very prominent criminal lawyer. She looked over at Thomas and then back and him and shook her head. Thomas didn't look like he was someone who could afford Atticus. And also, the report stated that he had refused a phone call, so how did this so called lawyer of his know he was here. She scratched the back of her neck and took a deep breath.

"Fine," she replied, picking up her file and heading for the door. "I will be back in the morning to speak with him again. Perhaps a night in a cell will make him more forthcoming." With that she left the room, giving one last glance at Thomas before the door closed behind her, leaving him alone with his lawyer. Nodding to Reynolds and the other cops that seemed to waiting around to see what would happen, she once again headed out into the night.

She was almost to her car when her phone rang again. Once again it was a number she didn't recognize. She fought the urge to ignore the call, but something told her she should answer it. Tentatively she pressed answer and put the phone up to her ear.

"You have made a grave mistake my child, " the sultry voice on the other end of the line blurted out before she even had a chance to say anything. "You have found the man you seek, but, he is not the man you want." She recognized the voice as that of Madame Curry, it was a voice she would recognize anywhere. "I can help you. Come to me. I have something for you that will help you"

"What do you mean he is not the man I want?" she replied, her voice filled with annoyance. She was getting tired of the Madame's games. "Stop speaking in riddles and give me something useful. I have not time for games."

"Patience my child," Madame Curry replied. "All will be revealed in time. Come to me. I will tell you what I know."

"Fine," she replied, getting into her car and slamming the key into the ignition. "But, this better not be a waste of my time."

"That will be for you to decide," she answered cryptically before ending the call.

"Doesn't anybody say goodbye at the end of calls anymore," Adrianna muttered to herself before pointing her car towards Madame Curry's shop. She was pretty sure that she was nothing but a fraud, but, what could it hurt to speak with her. Maybe she would get something useful out of it after all.

Madame Curry's shop was dark when she reached it twenty minutes later. Adrianna approached the door and peered through the window, catching a little bit of light filtering from the back room. Trying the handle she found the door locked so she knocked and waited, the cool nights air brushing against her skin. She was rewarded minutes later but the door being opened, a sleepy looking Madame dressed in night clothes greeting her.

"I am sorry, did I wake you," she stuttered, a confused look on her face. "I thought you were awake. You just called me twenty minutes ago."

"I don't get much of a chance to sleep these days, " she replied, her smiling shining in the dull light from the street. "I was just napping before you arrived. Don't worry about it. I was expecting you. Please come inside."

Adriana followed her into and through the shop to the back room. The room had a small couch which was obviously being used as a bed and a small table. On the table lay a velvet pouch which the Madame picked up and handed to her.

"This is for you," she said, waiting as Adriana reached into the pouch and pulled out a beautiful pendant made of amethyst and silver. "This pendant gives you power over the shadow man. You will need it if you wish to find your killer. Where the shadow man goes, the killer will be also. But they are not one and the same."

"What are you talking about," Adriana replied exasperated. "We have already caught him red handed. He might as well of had the victims blood all over him. He was at the crime scene." As she said the words she paused and frowned. Why didn't he have blood on his clothes. The way the victim had been stabbed would have caused a spray of blood back onto the killer. Yet, the only blood that had been on his clothes had been his own, from when the officers fought to subdue him. Why hadn't she thought of that earlier? Something was not adding up? Did they have the wrong man?

"Ah, I see you have realized I am telling you the truth," Madame Curry's voice pulled her from her thoughts and she looked up to meet the gaze of the woman. "The man you have in custody had part in each of those poor woman's deaths, but, not in the way you think. He was only doing his job."

"Only doing his job?" Adriana stuttered, even more confused. What kind of job would anyone have that would put them at the scene of several violent deaths? She thought about it for a moment and then looked up at the Madame in surprise. A story her mother told her the night her grandmother died suddenly came to mind. She had been eight years old when her grandmother died in her sleep. She had fallen asleep at the side of the bed and had suddenly been awakened by something cold brushing against her skin. She woke up to find her grandmother dead. When she had mentioned the coldness to her mother, her mother had told her that the reaper who had come to release her grandmother's soul must have brushed against her by accident. At the time she had brushed it off as a silly tale told to appease a child's curiosity. But suddenly it all made sense.

"I see you have figured it out," Madame Curry said, smiling at her softly. "Use the pendant to find him and he will lead you to your killer. Be careful that it does not fall in the wrong hands. It will not only allow you to find him, but, it will also bind him to you and allow you to control him. Do not misuse that power."

"I .. uh, I " Adriana was at a loss of words. She wanted to protest everything but deep down she knew it was all true. Instead she nodded her head and thanked the Madame for her generosity. She put the chain over her head and let the pendant fall under her shirt to lay between her breasts. She could almost feel the magic resonating off it. Thanking the madame on more time, she went back out into the night and drove home in a daze. What would she do with her new found knowledge and supposed power? Whatever it was, she wasn't going to do it that night. She already knew where he was for the moment and she needed a good sleep before she decided what to do next.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

"Says here Mr. Bond that your name is actually Thomas Baker and you live in Los Angeles." His mouth fell open in feigned shock, “that is some fantastic detective skills errm…….uhhhh… it was Mary wasn’t it? No, Jodi??............noo………..” he snapped his fingers “I got it, you look like a Tina…….” He pointed at her as if he just solved some big secret and nodded, smirking at the the look of indignation on her face, the stupid grin on his face melting back into a stoic expression as he sat back, clearly unimpressed and sighed, peaking an eyebrow at her as she continued A little far from home aren't you? and he caught just the slightest hint of irritation in his voice, and that peaked eyebrow arched almost to his hair line, “I travel a lot for work, “ he interjected even as she continued talking over his response What business do you have here in Louisiana, other than murdering several young women in cold blood?" he tugged at the cuffs of his ruined suit jacket as he stared into her cold eyes, he had to admit, the women gave good “cop eyes”, canting his head slightly he sat back, as much as the cuffs would allow “Im a CPA for the Jenkins and Bennett Aquisitions firm in San Bernardino, was visiting a new acquisition account to review their records and books before a merger” he stated, the “Firm” being a Front owned by the supernatural council, they did actually do accounting and had “clients” in every state, but they were also a cover in case something like this “did” happen and he needed an alibi.

“I know, you say you were set up," He nodded, as if he needed to confirm her statement You can drop the bullshit. he snorted, We have evidence of you at the scene of several of the murders. OK, so THAT statement peaked his interest, he would be looking into that statement And tonight, you were caught red handed, with the victim still warm. If you were set up, as you say, how are you going to explain that? And if you were set up, then tell us who has been killing these women." he just gave her a Dull stare, yes, he could give her a name, hell he could give a description right down to the missing front tooth, but he knew better, that would create even more questions he wasn’t going to be able to answer. He just stared at her for a moment before he tugged at the cuff of his sleeve again, clearly uninterested. He sensed she was about to speak again when he felt a twinge of magic and it stiffened his shoulders. Looking to the door as it swung open he was impressed at how quickly the Agent was out of her seat and screaming. Then his eyes moved to the man who entered, and he had to fight hard to keep from visibly cringing.

I am Atticus Lincoln. This man here is my client. You will not be asking him anymore questions before I have a chance to speak with and this time his shoulders DID tense, he watched, as it looked like the Agent was about to erupt, her eyes going back and forth between him and Lincoln, as if trying to put 2 and 2 together and having trouble with the arithmetic. "I will be back in the morning to speak with him again. Perhaps a night in a cell will make him more forthcoming Thomas fought HARD to keep from laughing at her statement, come morning he would be long gone. .The Door closed he watched as Lincoln kept his hand on the knob and turned to glare at him, “Look, Lincoln…” but he was cut off by an abrupt gesture from the man, he knew Attitcus was listening to those on the other side of the door, his eyes going to the camera then back to him, Thomas gave a quick imperceptible shake of his head telling him the camera was off. Releasing the door handle Lincoln reached over to the Intercom, a quick pulse of psychic energy shorted it out ensuring they couldn’t be heard. Then Lincoln grabbed the seat and plopped his ass into it, staring a hole into him and Thomas twitched.

Talk One word, but with a wealth of menace behind, no one pissed off one of the Supernatural Council and had it end well, and Atticus, was PISSED, Thomas quickly brought him up to speed on all that has transpired in the last two weeks and how he’d done his best to try and cover his tracks, not realizing there was cameras in a few of the areas, but that outside of finding him at ONE scene, they could not tie him to any of it, the simple fact he had NO blood on him that wasn’t his own. You cant kill someone the way that the Dark Practitioner had, and not get hit with blood spray the way the killer did, which is why the man was wearing a robe when he left, the cover the stains. Sighing he explained also how he’d gotten caught in a barrier spell and was not able to teleport away until he convinced the cops to break the seal to allow him beyond. Lincoln just stared at him, unphased as he listened, scribbling notes on his legal pad he’d pulled from his briefcase just after he’d started talking.

“Look, they lock me up, Lights out, im gone,” Lincoln arched an eyebrow at him as he crossed his arms over his chest “I will cover my ass before I leave, you have my word but there was a LOT of cops tonight, I don’t know if I will be able to wipe all of them, I wasn’t able to see faces and was busy getting my ass kicked because they thought I was resisting as they smashed me face first into the barrier a dozen times”, the smirk on Lincolns face at that did nothing but irritate him. “A few of them will remember, but that’s it, there’ll be so much confusion it’ll take weeks to straighten it out.” Lincoln just looked at him, but the heavy rise and fall of his shoulders as he exhaled then nodded, rising from his seat Lincoln tucked away his note pad, leaning close he glowered, then growled No. More. Screw Ups. And take care of that female Agent, she’s going to be your biggest problem

Thomas nodded and Lincoln walked to the door and knocked, the door clicked and he opened it, speaking to the Unhappy looking Police and Detectives standing in the room We will be sueing for excessive Police Brutality, Wrongful arrest and whatever else I can think of shutting the door Lincolns voice faded and Thomas was left sitting there, grabbing the water glass he downed the contents, then whipped the glass across the room, smiling as it smashed against the wall, the door swinging open as several officers marched in Lets go asshole, grabbing him roughly they hauled him deeper into the station and tossed him, rather unceremoniously into a cell, happy to the have the handcuffs off he took off his Suit jacket and stared at it, grinding his teeth, this had been his favorite jacket. Sighing again he balled it up and moved to lay down on the stiff be, tucking the jacket under his head for a pillow. Closing his eyes he let his body go lax, concentrating on his other senses, counting footsteps, the heart beats of those around him, 6 cameras in this area, one on each cell, two windows in the room, one small glass pane in the door, the other on a barred window near the ceiling.

Recalling in his mind what all transpired tonight he focused on the life energies he’d felt of everyone around him, and he may have supernaturally enhanced everything, but even his memory only went so far, especially under as much stress as he’d been at the time. Mentally tagging his targets he sat up, moving to the door he glanced at the clock, nearly 11pm, he banged on the cell door until the intercom crackled Shut up in there, what do you want and officer snapped “I want to speak to the chief of Police for this building” he stated haughtily The chiefs in his office upstairs, and he doesn’t talk to prisoners Thomas Huffed “and where is his office? The 6th floor?” he taunted and the cop snarled back There is no 6th floor, he’s on the 4th you idiot Thomas just smirked and nodded “can you at least turn out the lights please, I’m gunna try and get some sleep” and this time he tried to sound polite, the sudden click of the comm and….yupp……. There go the lights, kneeling down behind the door so he was out of sight of the camera he closed his eyes and let go a breath, a whispered word and he teleported from his cell. Weaving through the ethers he appeared in a darkened corner of a lush office, the shadows concealing him he watched, a lamp was on, on the corner of the desk and a burly aged man was sitting behind a desk writing on a piece of paper.

Clearing his throat he stepped from the shadows, allowing the light of the lamp to catch his eyes, making them luminescent, and glow and unearthly blue, the chief’s head shot up, and their eyes locked “Sorry to bother you chief” letting his voice grow low, again taking on that velvet baritone as he reached out his mind, trying to be subtle Who the HELL are you? And what are you doing in MY office the chief bellowed as he rose to stand, and Thomas frowned, ok, so his mind was sharper then expected, and he altered his voice to a more steely command “relax, chief” and again he pushed a wave of psychic energy at the man and this time he felt it take hold, but the man was strong, so he’d have to be quick about this. Moving to the desk he held the Chief’s gaze, “You will Erase all the files in your system pertaining to Thomas Baker, his arrest, his finger prints, his case file. All of it” the Chief sputtered, starting to form a protest but Thomas Growled, not being at all gentle this time as he pressed another wave of energy at the Chief “Do it, now” he felt the Chief mind crumble under the intense command and the man nodded, returning to his computer he began typing away and clicking things, Thomas watched, satisfied as the chief grumbled There, its done Thanking the man he melted back into the shadows, releasing the hold he held he watched as the chief blinked, then rubbed his eyes looking around frowning I need a vacation he muttered, rubbing his eyes again before returning to his work, Satisfied, Thomas teleported himself to his next target.

By the time Dawn approached, he’d only been able to find and wipe away the memories of 13 of the 19 people involved not including the delectable Agent brunette, the others were not home yet, and in a too public place, or were out drinking at the “cop bar” and there were far too many witnesses to handle at once, hoping it would be enough, and knowing his Los Angeles address had been compromised, he appeared in the kitchen of his Palm Beach Condo, tearing off the remains of his ruined shirt and suit jacket he tossed them in the trash, stripped down and went to take a long hot soak in the shower

 

[Kaena]

Adriana woke with the sun in her eyes and her cat Kali licking her face. She groaned and pushed Kali away, reaching for her phone to check the time. She shook her head and stretched, grabbing her robe and pulling it around her naked body. It was already eight o'clock and she had yet to start her day. She was eager to get back to N.O.P.D and continue her interrogation of the man that was brought in the night before. Walking into the bathroom, she dropped her robe onto the floor and stepped into the shower. She groaned as the warm water found and eased the tense muscles around her shoulders and neck. She spent the next ten minutes washing her hair and body as quick as she could before stepping out and wrapping a towel around her. As she made her way to her bedroom she was met with an indignant meow from Kali, reminding her that she had forgotten to feed her. She turned back towards the kitchen and flipped on the coffee machine as she poured some dry food into the cats dish and filled her water dish.

Satisfied that she hadn't forgotten anything, she returned to her room and looked through the clothes hanging in her closet to decide what to wear for the day. In the end she chose another pair of black dress pants and a white dress shirt over a almost too scandalous for work bra and underwear. Once she had finished dressing she looked at the pendant she had been given the night before and contemplated on just leaving it there. Did she really believe that the pendant would give her the ability to find and control this man? If she could call him that. He sure as hell looked like a man and stirred something inside her as any man would. In the end she decided that it wouldn't hurt to wear it either way, it was a very pretty pendant and went well with her outfit. Sliding it over her head she shivered as the cool metal brushed against her bare skin. Glancing in the mirror to fix her hair she frowned. Was the pendant glowing or was she just seeing thngs. Shrugging her shoulders she strapped on her gun and grabbed her ID before moving to the kitchen to pour herself a coffee to go. Taking of the coffee she grimaced and dumped it into the sink. She would just buy a coffee on the way. Reaching down to pet Kali on her way out the door she was met with a hiss as the cat's eyes fell on the pendant around her neck. Kali hissed one more time and ran into her bedroom. She sighed. She didn't have time to comfort her cat, she would deal with her later. Locking her apartment behind her she headed to her car and was soon on her way downtown.

When she pulled into the station nothing seemed out of the normal. There were a number of police cars parked in front and a couple of officers standing by the door chatting and sharing a cigarette. But, something didn't feel right. She looked down at the pendant and frowned. The glow she was sure she saw earlier was no longer there. Now it just looked like any other necklace. Flipping through the file from the night before, she familiarized herself before getting out of the car and heading into the station. She made her way to the front desk and smiled as she recognized that it was Reynolds seated there.

"Hey Reynolds, "she greeted him, flashing him a smile. He looked up at her with a confused look on his face.

"What are you doing here Morgan?" he asked, leaning back in his chair. "We gave you all we have on the Ritual Killer last night. We still haven't gotten any leads or found the guy." Adriana started at him for a moment, trying to decide if he was just trying to pull her leg. His expression did not give any hint that he was joking.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, lowering her voice and leaning in close to him. "Have you lost your marbles. I am here to talk to the man that was brought in last night." Opening the file she looked at the name again. "Thomas Baker."

"I think it is you that is losing it detective," he replied, frowning at her. "The suspect got away from us last night. There was no one brought into this station.|"

"Are you fucking kidding me," she shrieked, throwing the open case file down on his desk. "This is your file. It says right here that a man named Thomas Baker was brought in on suspicion of murder. I was here last night interrogating him until his lawyer showed up." She was starting to get a sick feeling in her stomach. What as going on, how could this man have just disappeared. "Check your files. He has to be there somewhere. Maybe he was just moved to a new cell by the night crew." Reynolds rolled his eyes but typed the name into his computer to appease her.

"See no results found," he said, turning the computer screen so she could see for herself. "I don't know what to tell you. I don't know where this file came from but it is not ours. I think this case is starting to get to you. Maybe you need to take a break." He reached out and handed her back the file, which she snatched from his grasp.

"I don't need a fucking break,"she screamed causing other officers to turn and stare at her. "How much were you paid to make him disappear? Is that it. That big fancy lawyer of his came waltzing in and paid you all off to pretend he never existed. "

"Ma'am you need to calm down or leave," a young woman officer said, grabbing her arm firmly. She pulled her arm from her grip and turned towards the door.

"Fine, I'll leave but this won't be the last you hear from me," she said glaring at Reynolds and the others. "When I get to the bottom of this, all your asses will be on the line." Screaming in frustration she slammed her way out the door into the sunshine and made her way to her car. Climbing into the car she threw the file on the seat and beat her hands on her steering wheel.

"Fuck, fuck fuck," she cursed, continuing her tantrum. What the hell was going on. How had this man disappeared so easily again. It had to have been that lawyer, though she had felt the tension between them when he had entered the room. Or maybe there was validity to this whole Reaper thing. Maybe he could make himself just disappear and reappear whenever he wanted. Shaking as her anger started to cool, she reached to put her key into the ignition. As she did the pendant around her neck started to glow again. She reached up to get a better look and it and suddenly it felt like she was transported to another place. She knew she was still seated in her car but all she could see was a appeared to be a bedroom with a large window that looked out over a number of high rises. Across from the window she could see a billboard advertising for new high rises that were being sold. It was was the address that caught her attention. 1100 Flagler Dr. West Palm Beach, Florida. Shifting her gaze, her eyes fell upon a large bed in the middle of the room. It took her a moment to realize that it was him laying there naked, the sheet twisted around his body. Gasping she let go of the pendant and was suddenly back in her car.

"What the fuck," she said to herself as she turned the key in the ignition. She was just about to put the car in drive when her phone ran. She groaned when she saw her bosses number on the screen. He must have heard about her melt down inside the station.

"Morgan," she answered, running a hand through her hair and bracing herself for the rebuke she was sure to receive.

"What the hell do you think your doing?" came her bosses expected reply, his voice full of barely controlled anger. "It has taken us years to build a relationship with N.O.P.D and now you might have gone and fucked it all up. What is wrong with you?"

"What is wrong with me?" she replied, her anger surfacing once again. "They are the ones that let a potential murderer free and now are claiming he never existed. I have their file right here with all his information. Why would I make that up? I was so close to solving the Ritual Killer case and now thanks to those money hungry assholes I have nothing"

"Until you get your head on straight you are off this case," her boss replied. "I cannot have you jeopardizing our relationship with the local police on this one. Brass is calling for blood over this case not being solved yet and you are running around town chasing shadow men that don't even exist. Take some days off and I will think about putting you back on the case once I feel you can handle it."

"But, but... "she protested, knowing that her protest was falling on deaf ears. She didn't blame her boss for pulling her from the case, she would have done the same thing, but, it still wasn't fair. She wasn't crazy. If the officers had not been paid off, there was something here that she didn't understand, something supernatural. If she tried to explain that to her boss, he would definitely want her committed. Taking a deep breath she sighed before saying anything else.

"Maybe I do need some time off," she conceded. It would give her more time to figure out how that damn pendant worked. How had she seen something all the way across the country as if she had been standing there? "I will take the rest of the week off, but, I don't want to be pulled from the case. I have too much invested in it. I promise this won't happen again."

"Fine," he boss finally relented, taking a deep breath himself. Adriana was his best agent, he really couldn't afford to pull her from the case. "Report to my office on Friday and we will discuss this further. Until then get some rest." With that he hung up, leaving her sitting in her car along once again to brood over everything that had just happened. Looking down at the pendant once more she tentatively reached out and wrapped her hand around it. Instantly it was as if she was transported back to the apartment and was standing over the bed, watching him as he slept.

"Fuck that's creepy, " she cursed letting go of the pendant but smiling a little to herself. Now she had a place to start to look for him and a few days off free of any commitments to track him down.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

"Fuck that's creepy, " Thomas woke up with a start, sitting up quickly he called his scythe to him, holding it out before him as he looked around, a tingling was raging up and down his neck, breathing hard he looked around again, slowly he slid from the bed and looked around, checking the clock it was nearly 7 at night, he’d slept the day away, unusual for him, but he had used a lot of energy last night trying to cover his ass. Feeling there was nothing out of sorts his scythe faded away and he scrubbed his face “Fuck, im on edge, could have sworn someone was here” grumbling he rummaged through his cupboards pulling out pots and pans, and made dinner. The sun had just set as he finished eating and put away his dishes, moving into his bedroom he opened then walked into his closest, new shirt, pants and suit jacket. He paused, frowning at the jacket in his hand “that really was my favorite jacket damn it, “ he muttered to himself before he dressed once more, ran a comb through his hair.

Straightening his tie he cracked his neck, first order of business was finding the rest of the officers he missed, then that damned Agent hotty and wiping her memories clean as well. Closing his eyes he focused, searching the ethers he made his way back to New Orleans. It did not take him long to find the last 6 officers, who apparently were on patrol duty, alone. It was a simple matter of getting them to follow him into a dark alley, or dark parking lot, and boom, clean memories. The officers dealt with, he took a moment to relax, breathing slow he let his eyes close and concentrated, recalling the feel of Agent Perfect Tits life energies, and searched for it, following the tendrils of it, he appeared outside her home, looking around the place was dark, peaking around the edge of the house, nope, no car in the driveway. With a shrug he teleported himself into her living room, instantly sweeping the room, a low rumbling growl had him turning around, finding a cat on the couch snarling at him and he just arched a brow. “oh shush it, ill bring you sushi next time” he muttered and the cat cocked its head at him, blinking.

Moving around the house was easy with his eyesight, and he took the time to examine her home, it was quaint, spacious, not bad for a home in New Orleans, he’d been to worse. Meandering his way around he found her home office and waded through her files. Locating the file on him he picked it up and tucked it under his arm, he didn’t know how much time he had before she returned home so he spent about a half hour trolling through her computer, she really needed better passwords, he was surprised to see she didn’t have anything regarding him on it, no emails, reports, but, she could have a thumb drive……….he’d had to uhh……..search her……later………mmmmmmm. Shaking his head he left her office and made his way upstairs, bathroom, spare bedroom with small home gym, treadmill…….he took a minute to imagine the way her ass would bounce while running…….i mean, he was guy, and technically not dead, and he knew that she knew what she looked like, and he had a feeling she flaunted it from time to time.

Ahhhh, Bedroom here we go…………..he looked around, bathroom, girly shit, go figure, smirking as he tugged open her top dresser drawer, heh, sports bras, undies, no Victorias secret……..interesting, Snagging a snazzy looking black bra he tucked it away in his pocket and headed back downstairs. Popping his ass on her recliner he pulled the file out from under his arm and folded it open, neat, crisp handwriting, figures. She seems like the stick up her ass straight to the point no bullshit kinda gal. Hearing a car and seeing headlights he grinned, her cat rubbing against his leg he looked down at it and it meowed at him “Oh fine, come on” he said exasperated, the cat jumping into his lap and curling up, he proceeded to run his fingers through its fur, hearing the door unlock and open he idly continued to pet the hard purring feline as Agent bouncy ass walked into the living room, distracted she didn’t even noticed him as she dropped her purse muttering to her self about disappearing assholes and corrupted money grubbing cops

“Oh, I didn’t pay them off, of that I assure you” he spoke, his voice like silk, a smile in his voice, taking great satisfaction as she jumped with a squeak, but just as quickly had her gun drawn and pointed at him, the cat scrambling from his lap he folded his arms in his lap, watching as she edged towards the wall, “Do we really need lights? Darkness is so much better, so much more…………..intimate…” the last word was nearly a purr, but he winched slightly as she indeed turned on the light, the shock on her face, priceless, What, the FUCK…..are you doing here? How did you find me? How did you get in here? What in the fuck is going on? he canted his head at her, impressed that her gun stayed completely steady as she moved towards him slowly, he pulled her bra out of his pocket “Ya know, somehow, I was expecting red lace……” he quipped, “you might as well put the gun away, it wont do you any good, its unloaded anyway…….” As he said that he made a very small motion with his finger and the magazine in her gun dropped to the ground “see” he smiled, his eyes falling to the necklace swinging free between her breasts, he arched a brow "youre about a what........C cup?"

 

[Kaena]

After the call from her boss she decided to spend the rest of the day down on Bourbon street, talking with the locals. The officers at the precinct may have "conveniently" forgotten about Thomas, but, she was sure there was someone that remembered something. It was as she was passing one of the crime scenes she was reminded of the old shop keeper from the other day, the one that spoke of the shadow man. Taking a chance she walked into the shop, the bell on the door announcing her arrival. She was pleased to find the same man sitting behind the counter.

"Hi there, " she started, flashing him a smile. "Do you remember me? I spoke with you the other day." He nodded his head and looked around as if looking for a place to escape to.

"I just want to ask you some more questions. About the man you saw go into the alley. Do you remember anything more?"

"No. I saw nothing," he protested, shaking his head. "To speak of the shadow man is to call death itself to you." He muttered the last part under his breath and she was sure she was not intended to hear it.

"I won't let anything happen to you," she tried to reassure him. Still he shook his wildly and pointed to the door, indicating that he wanted her to leave. Sighing she moved back out into the street and continued on her way, her mind full of unanswered questions. Before realizing it she found herself standing outside Madame Curry's shop. Had she intentionally headed in that direction, or was there some unseen force that had guided her. Shrugging she pushed the door and stepped inside, smiling at a customer that was perusing the wares on the shelf. Madame Curry herself stood behind the counter, a self satisfied smile on her face.

"You have questions don't you my dear," she said, her thick accent amplifying the words. "Give me a few minutes and I will have time to talk." Adriana nodded her head and busied herself with looking at the strange bottles along the wall while she waited for the Madame to finish with her customer. When the customer finally left the shop, Madame flipped her sign to closed and locked the door, motioning for her to follow her into the back. Adrianna follwed behind tentatively, fighting to urge to bolt. Things were getting a little intense and she was not sure she wanted the answers to her questions anymore.

"You have felt the power of the pendant, haven't you?" Madame inquired, taking a seat on a fur covered sofa.

"I.. yes, I think so," she replied, taking a seat across from her. "I saw him when I touched it. I saw where he was. Is that what it is supposed to do?"

"For now, yes," Madame replied. "Its main purpose is to use it to find him. But, once you do, there is so much more it is capable of."

Adriana arched a brow at this, not sure how to approach the next question. "You spoke last night of how this necklace can bond me to him and allow me to control him. How does that work?"

"That my dear is the tricky part," Madame replied, a sly smirk on her face. "You have to get him to wear the necklace to be able to control him. But, it will not be easy to trick him into wearing it. You must be sly about it. He will not be easily fooled. But, until then, it will protect you from him as well, protect you from his mind control, which I guarantee he will try to use on you."

"Mind control..." she said thinking about it for a moment. Suddenly it dawned on her, that was how he got away from police. He must have used mind control to wipe their memories. No, that seemed too far fetched. She was going to continue to go with her theory that they were paid off for their silence. Instinctively she reached up and touched the necklace and was once again transported to what she assumed was his place. This time though he was not in his bed, but she could hear the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen. How normal it seemed that all he was doing was making something to eat. The fact that she was there was what was not normal. Dropping her hand, she looked up at the Madame ad shook her head.

"This is alot to take in," she finally said getting to her feet. "Thank you for your help once again." She turned to leave, almost jumping as she felt Madame Curry's hand on her arm, turning to find her standing beside her. How had she moved that fast.

"Here, I forgot to give this to you last night," Madame said, holding out another small box. She opened it for find a simple silver ring. "This ring is linked to that necklace. Once you manage to get him to wear the necklace, this ring will take its place in being able to find him. As long as he is wearing the necklace and you are wearing the ring, you will be linked. Once again I caution you, do not misuse this power, magic can have grave consequences." Adriana didn't like the ominous sound of that, but she was too far in now to back out. She was hell bent on finding him and even if she had to hog tie him to force the necklace on him, she would. She slipped the ring on her finger and left the shop, stepping out into the cool night's air. Walking briskly she returned to her car and headed back home, her mind reeling at the day's events.

It was almost midnight when she pulled into her driveway. As she was stepping out of her car she could feel the pendant brushing against her skin. Was it just her or did it feel hotter than usual. Shrugging, she ignored it and made her way into the house. As she opened the door, muttering to herself about the day's events, she frowned Kali failed to great her. Her cat was always waiting on the mat when she came in the door. Remembering the hiss from the morning, she shrugged it off as that the cat was angry at her for some reason and continued into the house, still mumbling to herself. She couldn't help but jump at the sound of his voice coming from the darkness. Pulling her gun, she aimed it in his direction, reaching for the light. Flicking the switch, she found him lounging on her soft, her cat curled up contently in his lap.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she asked, the hand holding the gun remaining steady. "How did you find me? How did you get in here? What in the fuck is going on?" The questions poured out of her mouth like a litany. She approached him cautiously, the finger on her other hand rubbing the ring the madam gave her as if for comfort. She growled in anger when he pulled her bra from his pocket. He had the nerve to be digging through her underwear drawer of all places.

"I don't know what you were looking for but you sure as hell won't find it in my underwear drawer," she said, her voice suprisingly calm despite the anger and nerves that were fluttering in her stomach. She jumped a little as the clip from her gun fell and landed on the floor at the simple flick of his finger. She reached down and picked it up, her eyes never leaving him.

"I don't need my gun for the likes of you," she replied, pushing the clip back in place but sliding her gun back into her holster. She flushed as she noticed his eyes going down to the necklace on her chest before landing on her ample bosum. "You would do well to keep your eyes to yourself. It is no business of yours what size I am." Looking down at her cat she shook her head. "As for you traitor, I knew I should have gotten a dog." Moving to a chair opposite him, she took a seat across from him, leaning back and crossing her legs casually. She was once again surprised how calm she was. Shrugging she chalked it up to the magical jewellry she was wearing.

"So, you are here and I am here," she said, her eyes travelling over his once again immaculately dressed body. "What do you want? I am sure you didn't drop by just to chat. I suppose you think you are going to do to me what you did the cops. Sorry, I am not as easily persuaded to pretend you don't exist."

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

"I don't know what you were looking for but you sure as hell won't find it in my underwear drawer," he held up the file folder “oh I found it, “ he said, laying the folder on the arm of the chair, he watched, with a smirk as she bent over and reloaded the gun, he had every intent on jumping her, but she moved faster then he expected and she had the gun reloaded before he could twitch, "I don't need my gun for the likes of you," that caused his eyebrows to hit his hairline and he laughed, a deep rich low chuckle that rumbled his chest, slapping his thigh the cat jumped and scrambled off his lap, watching as she took a seat across from him as his laughter died away and he watched her "You would do well to keep your eyes to yourself. It is no business of yours what size I am." he shrugged “what can I say, I am a man, and youre beautiful, couldn’t hurt to ask” he quipped, smiling, "So, you are here and I am here," a slow smile grew on his face, almost a Cheshire grin, “I am hereeeee, you’re here……..alonnneeeeeee” he let his voice drip with promise, his eyes alight with amusement as he concentrated on her, leaning forward in his chair

"What do you want? I am sure you didn't drop by just to chat. I suppose you think you are going to do to me what you did the cops. he snorted “I could have done worse” that was a lie, but she didn’t know to know that “I merely, took away their fears, gave them the chance at a happier memory” he said, “Just as I want you to be happy, and stop worrying about me” his voice had grown husky, hypnotic, as he stretched out with his mind, caressing hers “You don’t need to chase me anymore, infact, you can forget me entirely” again his voice was low, a baritone purr that could caress like silk, however, his eyes widened as she shot him a cocky smirk Sorry, I am not as easily persuaded to pretend you don't exist." he blinked, “you will forget about me gorgeous…….” His voice was more commanding now, but his eyes flickered, he sensed magic……every time he tried to hypnotise her it pulsed and repelled him, again his eyes fell to the necklace, then to the ring she had not been wearing before and his face grew cold as stone. “So……..youve been to see Madam Curry………” he rose to stand, and she did too, he could see her hand twitch towards her gun, judging the distance, and he glowered down at her as his jaw worked, recognizing the magic for what it was. “well………shit…………..” he huffed, “be a good girl and take off the jewelry, youre life will be much safer for you if you do”

And there as a very subtle undercurrent to his voice, trepidation, his hand twitched at his side. She knew, somehow she knew, on some level that something about all of this wasn’t right. But what did she really know? She cant know about them, or him, her life was over if that was the fact. “Please……..” and that had a note of begging in it “don’t……make me do this………” and he watched her face, as his Scythe materialized in his hand

 

[Kaena]

It was almost as if she could feel his voice brushing against her mind, the deep baritone reaching depths of her senses that sent shivers down her spine. Her whole being wanted to give in to it, but something wouldn't allow her to. The ring on her finger began to burn as he pushed, trying to compel her to forget him. She realized that the jewelry she had been gifted had more to it than Madame Curry had let on. Not only could she use it to find him, but it appeared to protect her from him as well. She smirked when she realized this, her amusement written all over her face. When his eyes finally landed on the first the necklace and then the ring, she realized that he was aware of their power.

“Be a good girl and take off the jewelry, you're life will be much safer for you if you do” She instinctively raised her hand to touch the pendant as she spoke, her other hand resting on the butt of her gun. She shook her head and gave him an incredulous look.

"You must think I am stupid if you think I am going to take off my main protection against you and just hand it over willingly," she replied, glowering at him. "How would I be safer by making myself defenseless. That's just stupid."

She could hear the trepidation in his voice as he continued to speak, noticing his hand twitching at his side. She remembered what he had done to the camera in the interrogation room, so she was wary to take her eyes off him.

"I am not scared of you," she said, her posture appearing casual, but in reality she was poised to move quickly if she had to. "I know what you are now. How else could it be explained that you appear in multiple places so quickly and have been seen at the scenes of many murders. I just have a hard time wrapping my head around it. You are a creature of lore. That is where you were supposed to stay."

"Please. Don't make me do this," she didn't know why but the begging tone in his voice sent another shiver down her spine. She shook away the feeling and watched in awe as his scythe appeared in his hand.

"Seriously," she said, cocking her head to the side and getting a good look of the dangerous looking weapon he held. "Do you think pulling out your big bad toy is going to scare me. But since you have taken out yours..." With these words she pulled out her gun again and held it steady, the barrel pointed straight at his chest. The butt of her hand rested against the bottom of the gun handle so he couldn't pull the same trick as earlier. "Put that thing away or I will be forced to shoot you."

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

For just an instant he started to smile as he watched her sway under the power of his voice, then he saw her smirk and her shoulders straightened and he frowned deeper as she just smiled at him, "You must think I am stupid if you think I am going to take off my main protection against you and just hand it over willingly," silently he cursed, outwardly he snarled, "How would I be safer by making myself defenseless. That's just stupid." he tightened the grip on his scythe, staring at her annoyed “Because, not knowing about us is the key to living” he stated, I am not scared of you," that caused him to roll his eyes “I don’t want you afraid of me, I just don’t what you to know a thing about me” of course it was her next words that really made him curse You are a creature of lore. That is where you were supposed to stay." “shit…….” He ran his hand through his hair “Shit shit shit…………” he snarled again, adjusting his grip on his Scythe, the blade tapping on the floor as he turned to fully face her, "Do you think pulling out your big bad toy is going to scare me. But since you have taken out yours..." he rolled his eyes as she pointed her gun at him, and gave her a “are you kidding me” look, "Put that thing away or I will be forced to shoot you." he laughed, outright laughed at her, “do you….” His voice broken off by another round of laughter “do you really think, your weapon can hurt me? seriously?” there was no warning as he swung at her, the scythe catching the barrel of her gun and knocking it away and he moved in close, reaching for her, he clasped the necklace, but hissed as it burned his hand and he was forced to release it, steam rising from his palm as he pulled it back, blowing on it “Son of a bitch…….” This time he swung again as her gun came swinging back at him, and he destroyed her lamp, the room suddenly going dark “This isn’t over babe, “ and he teleported away appearing back in his florida condo he quickly ran to the sink and dunked his hand under the faucet hissing “Fucking Voodoo bullshit…….”

 

[Kaena]

Her cool gaze ceased to falter, even when he snarled and cursed at her words. She had faith that the jewelry she wore would protect her from him, even if he did try to do anything. Her eyes flickered back and forth from his face to his scythe and back again as she weighed her options.

“Because, not knowing about us is the key to living” It was her turn to roll her eyes at this. Surely he could see the irony in his statement.

"For now," she replied, shaking her head. "In reality, whether I know about you or not, you or someone like you would be the death of me when the time comes."

She could see the amusement on his face when she pulled her gun. It wasn't that she really thought her gun would have any weight against him, but, the feel of it in her hand helped ease her nerves and give her a false sense of security. But, he didn't have to laugh her. That only succeeded in pissing her off more.

She didn't even have time to react when he swung his scythe towards her. A startled scream escaped her throat when it made contact with her gun and knocked it from her hand. She moved to pick up her gun but was stopped in tracks as he moved in close and grabbed her pendant. Her breath caught in her throat, the heat of his body so close to her sending a shiver up her spine. Her eyes went down the pendant in his hand and widened as he pulled away as quickly as he had grabbed it. She smirked when she realized that he had been burned by its touch.

"Not so tough now are you," she said as she retrieved her gun. She turned back to him just as he swung the scythe again and smashed her lamp, casting the room into darkness. She searched the darkness desperately and cursed when she realized he was no longer there.

She moved to turn on another light and bent down to pick up the glass left behind from the broken lamp. Reaching up to idly touch the pendant and was instantly transported to his kitchen where she watched him rush to nurse his wounds.

"Serves you right," she said to herself after releasing the pendant and sweeping the remainder of the glass into the trash can. "This was expensive."

Once the mess was cleaned, she sighed and flopped down onto her couch, acutely aware that it was where he had been seated not that long ago. Kali jumped up into her lap and nuzzled her hand before curling up and laying down. She absent mindedly ran her hand through the cats hair as she found herself deep in thought. What was she going to do now. Now that it was confirmed that the was what she had feared he was, she knew he was not the killer she was looking for. But, now she had him after her and she was sure he would not give up until he found a way to wipe all memory of him from her mind. As she sat there her mind turned to the memory of his body so close to hers. As much as she fought the idea, she couldn't help admit that her she felt an attraction to him and hadn't hated the feel of him so close.

Rubbing the weariness from her eyes she reached into her pocket and pulled out the thumb drive she always carried with her. He had taken her file with him, but, she still had copies of everything on the drive, as well as a back up on another drive she kept locked in her desk in her office. Opening her laptop, she slide the drive into its slot and opened her working file. She quickly added cryptic notes about what had happened that night, careful not to make any mention of what he really was, just in case the drive fell into the wrong hands. Satisfied she had written everything down that she remembered, she closed her laptop and made her way to her bedroom. Pulling off her clothes she climbed between the sheets naked, sighing as the softness of her mattress helped ease muscles she hadn't realized were tense. She was tempted to see what he was up to again, but, she resisted the temptation and instead allowed the sweet release of sleep take over.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

"No so tough now are you," Those words still rang in his ears as he grabbed some ice, and a towel and wrapped his hand. Luckily for her, the wound would be gone in less than an hour, thank god for immortal healing “FUCKING WOMEN” he screamed, a blast of telekinetic energy flying from him so quickly it knocked every piece of furniture in his living flying in every direction “Fucking. Stubborn. Arrogant.. Nosey, Sexy, Bouncy assed Bitch, FUCK” he stomped to his bedroom and proceeded to strip off his suit jacket, and his shirt tossing them over the footboard of his bed. God, the women infuriated him, why couldn’t he just kill the bitch and be done with it, Times like this he truly Despised the laws he had to live by, he hadn’t met a women that prideful, and persistent since that succubus he dated for a year back in the early 1300’s, the worst part about it, was that he didn’t miss that little thrill she got from standing up to him. He’d scented her arousal and made him instantly rock hard, she liked to fight, FBI Agent, bossy, definitely not timid, no, she was a ballbuster, she seemed like she’d be the kind of women who kept leather and a whip in the back of her closet.

And it enraged him even more that he liked women who fought back and pushed, the whole reason he’d dated the succubus in the first place, she didn’t take his shit either, damn it, this FIB broad better no be clingy, he hated clingy, and he snorted, no she was probably a closet butch who just enjoyed seeing men and/or women on their knees………”WHY THE FUCK AM I EVEN THINKING ABOUT THIS” and he lashed out punching the wall, his fist caving in the drywall and he huffed, shoulders heaving as he snarled and started pacing. He needed to come up with something and quick before Atti……………N’ka’Halo a deep rough caused him to spin around, facing his bedroom door Redecorating season? Atticus said as he stared a hole through his head Status update? You better have good news for me, the Council is impatient, we have enough going on with the Vampire’s apparently having an “internal Feud” that is spilling onto the streets Atticus said and Thomas rolled his head and let his head hand low “Fucking Satan’s balls, another Civil war?” he asked and Atticus just shrugged, shook his head, then shrugged again we don’t know for sure, but they human you ran across the other night was not the first incident, Forty-Two other reapers have reported similar problems across the globe, So you better tell me everything concerning your arrest, files, evidence, everything, is wiped clean the hard edge and undercurrent of threat by Atticus was harder to miss then an F5 tornado in a trailer park

“Yea, the Police have all been scrubbed, and the Police chief was uhh……..nice enough…….to delete every file on me that he could find” Thomas said hoping that would be enough, but of course, with how his night was going he knew he wasn’t going to be THAT lucky And that Nosey FBI agent” she’s been managed? Thomas hesitated for just a fraction of a second too long and Atticus was across the room, slamming Thomas headfirst into the drywall by the throat “You better, answer me, boy Atticus growled, and Thomas gripped the mans thick wrist “There’s……………..been…………….a………complication……..Madam………………..Curry……..” Atticus snarled and released the hold he had on Thomas throat and took a few steps back HOW DID SHE BECOME INVOLVED?? he bellowed, the paintings on his wall rattling “I don’t know, on my way to the Graveyard she called to me, but sometime in the last 4 days, she gave Perfect Tit’s a necklace that warded her from our abilities, im working on it, I only discovered the spelled jewelry tonight” Thomas held up his hand to show the fading charred imprint of the necklace on his palm “I have a plan, ill make sure she’s wiped” Atticus stared at him, hard Does she know???? Shes not a dumb human, I will give her that, I looked into her background, Top of her class in investigations and forensics, 3 black belts, and smart, Thomas swallowed, hesitating again and Atticus lips peeled back as he snarled “Yea, She uhh…………she put 6 and 6 together……we fought tonight, wel, not really fought, she pulled her gun on me and I uhh…..i threatened her….”

Atticus ran his hand through his short hair and glowered Threatened? again Thomas swallowed and sighed, “I got pissed off and my scythe manifested, she said she’d heard about us in the human lore books, but I should have stayed Lore…” Thomas never saw the Fist that came at his face until it struck and his head ricocheted off the wall with a deafening crack that would have killed a lesser supernatural YOU SUMMONED YOUR SCYTHE IN FRONT OF HER??? it almost seemed like the very foundation of his condo shook at that bellow “I didn’t summon it, you know as well as I do they have a mind of their own, “ Thomas spit blood, and a tooth and glowered “im HANDLING it, “ Attitcus just held up 1 finger you have a week, that’s it then vanished and Thomas cursed loudly, again, walking out into his living room he tossed the bloody towel in his hand away, the bleeding having already stopped and grabbed the chilled Bourbon from his freezer and took a long, long pull………….Frowning as minutes later he tipped the empty bottle upside down and stared at it “How’d that happen, this was full?” tossing the bottle he kicked his recliner back upright and sat down, rubbing his temples, “Fuck……….” Didn’t that just seem to be the mantra for the evening, looking at the clock it was nearly 4am, he had precious hours of darkness left, smirking “well, if threats wont work………..”

The women drove him batshit crazy, but if he couldn’t scare her, maybe a different approach was needed, getting up he walked back to his room and picked up his dress shirt, ruffling it up in his hands the put it back on, leaving it unbutton so a smooth line of skin was still visible and it gave him that “rumpled” look, and combed his hand through his hair just enough to also give it that “bed head” appeal, drawing his tongue along his teeth happy to see the tooth had regrown already he cleaned up the blood then teleported back to her house, appearing in her bedroom figuring she’d still be asleep he grinned, leaning against her dresser, staring at her through hooded eyes, his reaper night vision allowing him to see everything, and he could tell two things. One. That bedsheet was near sheer see through, and Two. She was Naked, it didn’t take much for his body to harden at the thought as he looked his fill, and he stared at her with desire pooling in his eyes “Damn, she was fucking beautiful asleep and not so bitchy, yummy………… “wake up sexy” that low rumbling baritone was back in his voice, husky, offering promises of unearthly pleasure that would turn every female to putty, or at least, had in the past as she sat up almost instantly, the gun trained on him once more and he gave a low husky laugh “Oh come on, put that away, and ill give you something better to grip” his voice was a lethal purr meant to entice and sizzle the senses

 

[Kaena]

To say her sleep was restless was an understatement. She tossed and turned as her mind tormented her with dreams of him. Dreams of his cocky grin, dreams of his tantalizing body, dreams that were anything but pure. She was in the midst of a steamy dream of him pinned beneath her, the bed sheets tangled around them when she was rudely pulled from her sleep by a shiver down her spine caused by his deep voice. Instinctively she reached for her gun and rolled over, pointing it in the direction the voice had come from. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she found him leaning against her dresser, watching her with an amused look on his face.

"What the fuck are you doing here," she steamed, pulling the sheet up to cover her naked body with her free hand. She could almost feel his eyes travelling over her body, his gaze anything but innocent. "You could get yourself shot just showing up unannounced like that." Shaking her head, she put the gun back down on the her nightstand. "And before you say it, yah yah, I know if I shot you it would do very little damage." The memory of her dream fresh in her mind, she couldn't stop her eyes from travelling over his body, settling at his crotch as he made his lewd comment.

"Are you sure you could handle me," she replied, getting up from the bed, pulling the sheet with her to continue to somewhat mask her nudity. Walking up to him, she pressed her body against his, trapping him against the dresser as she slid her hand between them, tracing her fingers over the bulge in his pants. "It appears someone is a little too excited for his own good." Laughing softly, she stepped back to look up into his eyes, smirking at the desire she saw smoldering there.

"Do you make a habit of watching women sleep and trying to lure them to you when they wake to find you standing there," she teased, once again trailing her hand along the outline of his cock. "Or is it just me that you seem to have an infatuation with." Taking a deep breath, she became aware of the pendant hanging loosely between her naked breasts. The metal was cool against her skin, unlike their previous encounter. She pushed away from him, looking up sharply.

"Its this you came for isn't it," she said, cupping the pendant in her hand. "What did you think you could come here and seduce me and I would willing hand it over to you? I wasn't born yesterday you know." Taking a deep breath, she looked up into his eyes again, the passion that was there earlier still evident. If he was there just to steal the pendant, he was a damn good actor at pretending that he wanted her. No matter his intentions, she couldn't say she was adverse to what he seemed to have in mind. Perhaps it could play in her favour and give her a chance to slip the pendant over his neck while he was distracted by her feminine wiles.

"If you want this pendant so badly, you are going to have to work for it, "she said huskily, her hand moving to the opening of his shirt and sliding inside to slide across his muscular chest. Pulling it back out, she used it to slowly unbutton his shift, revealing all of his chest to her, rather than the teasing glimpse he was providing. Looking up at him with a grin, she pushed his shift open and leaned in and kissed his chest, her tongue sliding along the skin until it reached his nipple before dancing lightly against it. Biting him softly, she looked up at him again, her own arousal now smoldering in her eyes.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

"What the fuck are you doing here, You could get yourself shot just showing up unannounced like that." his smile never faultered, and only grew more wicked as she rose from her bed, pulling on the sheet trying to keep herself covered "And before you say it, yah yah, I know if I shot you it would do very little damage." that made him chuckle, a low throaty sound that rumbled deep in his chest as he watched her eyes take him in, and the hunger in her gaze she tried to hide only confirmed his own suspicions that she wanted him too, good, this would make this easier, and yea he figured she would be bold about her desires, his body stiffened, figuratively and litereally when her hand cupped him, and her voice grew huskier "Are you sure you could handle me," his eyes narrowed, as her sultry laughter raced a shiver down his spine "It appears someone is a little too excited for his own good." he made an obvious show of looking down at her breasts, her nipples clearly visible and peaked behind the bedsheet, his eyebrows lifting slightly as he met her gaze, the “And you aren’t” needing not be said as the corner of his mouth twitched up into a smirk

"Do you make a habit of watching women sleep and trying to lure them to you when they wake to find you standing there, Or is it just me that you seem to have an infatuation with." his voice grew ever darker, ever promising as she could feel the rumble of his voice through his body “Perhaps you are wrong, and im really an incubus and you’ve drawn me to you with the enticing scent of your arousal,” he tilted his head down, making as if to kiss her, only to brush his lips passed her cheek to her ear “you are putting off enough pheromones to draw half the French quarter incubi to you” he growled low, his tongue snaking out to lick at her ear lobe. Before he felt her pull away, her face going serious as she stared at him, grabbing the pendant and holding it "Its this you came for isn't it, What did you think you could come here and seduce me and I would willing hand it over to you? I wasn't born yesterday you know." he chuckled, returning the favor to her he palmed her breast, his skin warmer then a normal males he felt it mold into his palm like it was made for it, his thumb brushing over her nipple “perhaps, I just like a women with a firey temper and a gun” he growled again, feeling the heat between them building.

The ice in her gaze cooling as she slid his hand across his chest, and fuck, he had to fight hard to control his body, her hand sliding down to undo the bottom 2 buttons he’d left purposely buttoned to entice. "If you want this pendant so badly, you are going to have to work for it, " and for just an instant his eyes closed as he felt her lips against his skin, the women was good, she could rival the Succubus queen for sensuality, but when she bit him, he growled, an inhuman sound as he ran his hand into her hair, pulling her head back he slammed his lips on hers, spinning her pinned her against her dresser, driving his tongue past her moaning lips like he’d devour her, his free hand gripping the sheet her tore it from her, breaking the kiss and holding her head back his eyes smoldered as he took in the sight of her, licking his lips “perfection” he growled before he claimed her mouth again, then trailed his lips down her neck, his tongue tracing the chain of the pendant he returned the bite she’d given him, just at the base of her jaw where it met her neck

“Perhaps it’ll be you, who cant handle me, “ both hands falling to cup her ass he lifted her and spun, laying her out on the bed, taking a moment to take her in, his eyes glowing a light blue with desire, he tore his shirt off and tossed it away, working on his belt next