Case File 1: S

It was a dark night. Of course it was a dark night. If it were bright out, I would be dealing with other things than a case that brought me outside of a club. I probably would be trying to figure out the cause of it….maybe some kind of Methuselah plot. I never got any kind of rest for myself. The clubs neon lights shown deep into the alleyway, it made it easier to spot my mark coming down the darkened path. The only thing I didn't count on was that he had picked up a friend.

"Yeah that's right baby, I own this club and four others just like it on the East coast." That was total B.S. He had been talking her up and down for about an hour now, the deal would be closed soon. Frank was a smooth talker and nothing else. "I just come in to town from time to time for quality control. You see the girls who dance at my clubs have to have some kind of class you know."

The woman to his right, a girl you would think that would be embarrassed to work in a place like that, was hanging to every word like the two sides of Velcro coming together. She was young enough to be in high school by the looks of it, to young to be in this situation.

"So you do a lot of traveling?" said Colleen with a pant.

"Oh yeah. I've been all round the world and I have the passports to prove it…" Frank hiccupped in his words as he made his first mistake of the night. It's okay to lie about going around the world, but you don't say that you have proof when you don't have any. I lit up a Lucky Strike, a brand of cigarettes that would make the Marlboro Man cough, and watched as they rounded the corner to another alleyway. Colleen looked at him wanting to see the prized treasures of his travels. "…I just don't have them here. I left them in the Lambo back at the Hilton Parking Garage. Typically I wouldn't leave it in the garage, but I'm trying to keep a low profile.

She hadn't caught the little slip up there either. Why would a man trying to keep a low profile drive around in a Lamborghini? He was full of it. In fact last night this guy stayed in a halfway house. A place where bums would go when they couldn't scrap together the scratch to get there hands on some drugs to keep themselves warm for the night. Frank however, wasn't a homeless nor a user. He is what we in the business would call a just another sheep in an endless cattle. Using what society has offered to those who actually need it for himself.

"Wow, you have a Lambo? I would love to see that." She fell for it hook, line, and a two ton weight. At this point it was inevitable that what was going to happen would happen. Frank stopped their little stroll beside of a dumpster and grabbed Colleen by the arm. She showed a slight bit of fright. If only she knew what was in store.

"Well if you want to see it, then you are gonna have to do a favor for me?" Frank said with innuendo dripping from his non-existent fangs.

I started to come down from the fire escape that I was watching the situation from. I could take my time. Frank began to expose himself, well, what little he had to expose.

"Why don't you go down…" He was interrupted quickly.

"Get away from me." She tried to pull away with all of her might, but it was like watching Olive Oyl trying to escape from Bluto. No chance.

Now if there is one thing I don't like it is when a man treats a lady like she is no better than a toilet. Frank had crossed a line that I couldn't let go, but I couldn't give myself up yet. Frank threw her on to the ground and covered her mouth so not even her squealing could escape to the club bouncer a few streets over. He must've been planning this for a while…or had done it before.

"Oh come on. It's not like you haven't taken it like this before. I've seen the way you tempt the men in the club. Waving around your fancies enough so the men get a look, but can never touch. Well you know what, I want to touch." said Frank. I care not to explain this next part because it's not entirely relevant to the case. Let's just say that she was forced. Half through the torment the Colleen took, Frank made his second mistake. "AARRGH!!!"

Apparently, Frank got so much into his work that he wasn't paying attention to Colleen anymore. That's when he accidentally slipped his finger into her mouth and then lost it. Colleen pushed him off of her and spit out the newly severed digit. I give the girl credit she did what she had to. She ran down the alleyway with no bottom wardrobe, not that she cared at this exact second. As soon as Frank got his bearings, he made chase. Now for as little of a girl Colleen was, she sure could kick up a cloud of dust behind her. She probably would have gotten away if it hadn't been for S.I had been tracking S for nearly a week now. He swooped down on her and took her life from her. He didn't drain her though. He was setting a trap.

"You get back here you bitch." Frank was stumbling down the alleyway trying to catch his chance at a sexual encounter and a free life.

S laid her down by the trash pick up that had been neglected by the sanitation men. Frank came around the corner and almost began salivating over the fact that she was knocked out. She laid there with everything exposed. The change was starting to begin.

"Oh you are mine, you stupid bitch." Frank crept up on her as if she was his prey. It would have been true had he not been the hunted. If only S had gotten to him a little sooner.

S landed behind him and prepped his kill. Frank had no idea. He was to busy trying to get his hard on back. S could have jumped him at any time. He enjoyed the hunt. That was just enough time for me to get involved. I came from my perch and landed in front of Frank. He looked up from his predisposal with a look of astonishment.

"Who the fuck are you?" Frank drew a butterfly knife. I've been hurt worse than a simple knife wound, but I didn't want go through another night of self-done stitching. I raised the crossbow and let it fly. Frank began to soil himself as the bolt whizzed past his face and landed a direct hit into S's chest. Frank hit the ground and tried to pull his pants back up. S writhed in pain as his skin flaked back into cinders. It felt good to see a weeks worth of work come together.

"Please don't kill me. I didn't do anything wrong except give into some urges. Just don't hurt me…Please." He cowered on the ground with his pants that he never got buttoned and tears rolling down his face.

I had no remorse for him. He essentially got this innocent girl killed. But before that was even worse. She hadn't deserved the treatment she received on this night. He didn't deserve to live. I walked up to him and cast my shadow over his hunched body. The neon light flickered above us showing the carnage that just took place.

"I wish you would have been the one S took…" He looked up like he had no clue what I was babbling about. He must not have known that he was about to be turned. "…But you have suffered much worse on this night. You must live with the fact that that girl over there is gone and I will eventually have to kill her too. Though one thing I can say that is good for you is that you won't to bare it for much longer."

I walked away and left him for dead. She would finish the job, so I didn't feel that bad. I flipped my phone open and checked off that the case was finished as she rose from the trash heap with a new lust and desire for human blood. I had a large list of cases all loaded onto my phone so I didn't have to stop in the office. This one had been long over due and I had lost so much money that it wasn't nearly a loss for me, but that's how it is in this business. One day you are fighting for the side of light, and the next you're shrouded in what once hunted in. I wasn't quite on the light side or the dark, however, I Was the One Who Brings the Light, according to the supernatural world. I am Arlund Locke.