It started out when the cops dragged him out of bed at six in the morning to look at some dried blood. Normally, he would of told them not to bother him but, the money was needed. The money that he recieved days before, from Tristan, had got him caught up on the bills but, it left him little afterwards. Just enough to fill the fridge, pay the rent and go out and get drunk.
The investigation in the alley had led him to his least favorite place, the sewers and the Wolves' Den. He had heard hearsay of the place's existence but, he had never seen it. All things considered, it was a fairly amazing place. A whole small village, built under the city. Unfortunately, their chief was a werewolf with a large bloodlust.
Jon tracked down the base, and with the aid of a small animal-like man, delivered justice to the werewolf. Then they left.
After which, he stepped out for a drink, all he found was more trouble. The current "conquest" of one of his employers, Tristan, had a nice hole in her chest, apparently it was a 'family dispute'. Tristan's personal assistant dumped a blue liquid intot eh wound and bandaged it. The guy seemed less then happy to have done it. Things will get interesting for all the players there, it was just a matter of time.
Bringing us to now. Nightprowler layed on his bed. The wound on his gut had taken awhile to heal but, seemed to be almost back to normal. He wanted to do nothing now. Not drink. Not move. Nothing. Just lie there in his apartment, on his fold out couch and, not have to worry about what cards will be dealt him tomarrow. Like many things in Nightprowler's life, it was not to be.
A hollow knocking sound was heard on his office door. (which happens to be the only entrance into his apartment, aside from the window, also in the office.) At first, he though he would ignore it and it would go way. The knocking persisted, getting louder and faster as the time passed. Finally, jon threw the blanket off of him, and got up.
"Alright already! I'm coming!" his voice was odviously irrated. One of the few emotions that he doesn't mind letting leak out. He soon got to the door, muttering complaints the whole time.
"You better be a beautiful woman, or I'm going to shoot you." His voice sounded completely serious. He opened the door to find, Officer Donavon, standing there. She was dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a loose, white, t-shirt. Her flaming red hair, hung loosely about her shoulders.
"You're lucky." replied Jon, his voice without any emotion, even though, he was happy to catch a glimpse fo her again.
"Um..Hi, it's me, Officer Donavon."
"I know."
Her voice was a sweet combination of happiness and nerves. To Jon, it was like music. Soft, soothing and melodic.
"Well, I saw your address on you card and realised that we live in the same building so, I thought I'd say hi."
"Hi."
"Um..yeah. Ah.." She studdered and looked at her watch nervously. "Would you like to....maybe... go get lunch?"
'Ohgodyes!' is what he thought but, what he said was, "I'm not hungry."
"Oh. Well, maybe another time?" Her voice sounded hopeful.
"Maybe."
She smiled. "Ok. Well, hope to seeya around then." She turned, waved and walked off towards the stairway.
Nightprowler closed the door and promptly banged his head against it several times. No matter how much he wanted to get to know the officer, who'd first name he never even bothered to ask, he knew he never could. just looking back at the events of teh last 48 hours was reason enough. His life was the night, the dark and everything that resides in it. All the werewolves, vampires, wraiths, angels and demons. It's a dangerous existence, and a lonely one. It was a life that he wouldn't wish apon his most hated foe, and never apon someone innocent. Someone that doesn't deserve it. Little would had he realised that, maybe it was letting someone into his life, that would allow the light to break through the darkness.Ironic in a sense, the very light that he so desperately wants, is the same one that he keeps pushing away.
'Well, that was brillant, Ami.' thought Officer Donavon as she walked down the stairs. 'God, he probably thinks I'm such a ditz! I didn't even tell him my first name. Ugh! I'm so stupid!' She sighed loudly. 'Probably doesn't matter anyway. He doesn't seem interested in me at all. Maybe I should just give up. Still, there's something about him. I don't know what but, I think I want to find out.'
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