Late in the night. Somewhere lost in the forest.
Inside a dimly lit old style office,filled with the scent of old books, alcohol and something mysterious, a man sat behind the oak desk in a black expensive leather chair. His dark hair was tied behind his head in a neat manly bun and his dark eyes scanned the endless view of the forest through the glass of his that served as a wall.
The man sat alone in there, seemingly completely lost in thought. One would think he was a living perfectly carved statue
Somethings have been happening and he have set plans in motions to get it solved. At least on the human side. But on their own side they were far from being done with this case? Who did that, and what did they want? And how were they connected to the murders? Most importantly, how did they get in their land without their knowledge?
As he pondered these questions, there was a knock on the door. "Enter," he called, not bothering to look up from his wall.
A handsome man walked in. He had dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. As he stepped into the room, his expression was serious. "Daemon, we have a problem."
Daemon glanced up, his interest piqued. "What is it?"
Nate handed him a file. "We got the file from the police and this was found on the bodies we got from the morgue. It's... unusual."
Daemon took the file and flipped it open, his dark eyes scanning the contents. Inside was a small piece of paper, with the photos of the bodies covered in strange symbols and markings. It was like nothing he had ever seen before, and yet, there was something about it that seemed familiar.
"do we know what it is?" he asked, his voice low.
Nate shrugged. "Not yet. But there's something else" he pulled out his phone and showed Daemon the camera footage near one of the crime scenes. "watch this"
Daemon took the phone and watched the video with a hard stare.
"he is not one of ours" Nate said what Daemon already knew.
"I don't know who they are but they are sending a message" he muttered to himself "Continue your investigation," he said, handing the file and phone back to Nate. "I want to know everything you can find about these symbols, and who is that person."
Nate nodded, his expression resolute. "We won't stop until we have answers,"
"who else saw those images?"
"the human detectives on the case and the ex coroner. But the case was closed and indexed today as we gathered everything they had. The coroner was changed. Everything was cleared up and the reports disappeared. We took everything related to the case and gave the bodies back to the families to be buried. They have nothing to work on anymore"
"good. Humans won't search beyond what they have under their eyes. In no time they'll forget all this."
"I'll take my leave" As Nate left the room, Daemon returned to his thoughts, his mind spinning with theories and possibilities. There was a connection here, he was sure of it.
After a while of thinking, Daemon decided to leave the confine of his office. He needed air. He climbed his car and drove over to the city, to a club where he could rest his mind.
As usual he was given weird stares and as usual he didn't give a fuck. He sat at his usual booth in the VIP area and got his usual drink as he watched the humans dance and give themselves to the darkest of vices. Some wanton women flew over to him. He found them pathetic but useful to remove the stress. They were unaware of the fact that most of the men they danced for and fucked were non-humans.
Next to Daemon was a man, who's back was turned to him. His head laid on the back rest. There was a blonde woman next to him. Despite not wanting to, Daemon listened to the conversation, even over the music their conversation was so clear that he could hear everything. The man seemed to be a detective.
"there are really bastards in this country with so much power."
"hum… is that so? Tell me more about those bastards"
"I can't. It's work related."
"is that what stresses you this much?" the woman asked. The man moved and faced the woman. Daemon could see the side of his face. He didn't know why but he felt a sudden dislike for the man.
"no, I had an argument with my girlfriend. She can be really stubborn sometimes"
"humm… I see." she purred. "I can make you forget all this and make you feel good. Shall we go somewhere private, Aly?"
"I already told you not to call me that. That's how I call my girlfriend"
"fine, fine." she stood and pulled him up and he followed her to wherever.
Daemon found that humans can be really disgusting at times. His poor girlfriend was probably crying her eyes out because of their argument while he was taking some good time with some slut. Well, he was in no position to criticize. Vampires did worse. There was good and bad everywhere. Well, whatever happened in that detective's life was none of his concern.
He let his mind shut for a while. He knew he had a lot of things to take care of but to keep his head straight and not get crazy he needed to get the stress out of his body. His dark eyes scanned the sexy women fawning around him with no emotions. He'd just take one or two to his penthouse at the end of the night. Tomorrow he'd be the vampire's leader again.