The sound of the skin-clad wolf's feet stamping on the cold asphalt and concrete would seem to be the only noise in the night to anyone with normal senses as he dashed through the darkness. Any supernatural with superior senses, however, could hear all the other things going on; muffled gunshots, yelling and growling... Blake was one of these unlucky few, the ones who felt every sin in a place like this. That very fact is why he was picked to be sheriff, and why he was running now... his senses guided him through these blackest of nights.
He'd run several blocks from where he left Homer, rather quickly thanks to his bestial physicals, and had finally stopped at an alleyway... a rather expensive looking car was parked inside with bullet holes peppering it's windshield; a fancy looking fellow was sitting in the driver's seat preoccupied with a phone call, while a woman sat on the vehicle's hood seemingly doing her makeup. Blake's brow raised a bit as he tried to figure out exactly what had happened... he eventually decided to make his presence known. "Hey! You all alright?" He yelled out to the two as it seemed they were distracted, getting them both to look up in his direction. Though the woman seemed able to see him fine, the man turned on his headlights... nearly blinding the Wolf in the process.
Upon seeing it was just Dedrick, the man set his cell phone down and stepped out of the car; putting on a fanged smile before speaking up. "Ah, hello there Mr. Sheriff... it's Nathaniel, remember me from that community meeting not too long ago? Good to see you again!" The fancy fellow said in a fake-cheerful tone as he approached the Wolf. Although the man managed to hide it well, his voice still radiated sleaziness and his breath still smelled of blood. Blake knew exactly who 'Nathaniel' was: one of the many wealthy vampires who paid they're way to the top of the economic food-chain in the Magic Zone.
"What happened here exactly?" Blake skipped the formalities and gestured at the bullet holes, watching as the grin faded from the vampire's face, now replaced with a look of nervousness. "Oh, well that's a, uh, long story! Me and my companion here, we were..." The wealthy man turned to the woman sitting on the hood of his car, who Blake could now see was scantily dressed and had some slightly inhuman features. Easily putting the clues together the Wolf sighed and took a drag of his cigarette. "She's a working girl, I get it, just skip to the part where someone sprayed you with bullets." He really didn't want to deal with a rich man's nonsense right now, but he couldn't just have some guntoting idiot taking popshots whenever they felt like it.
"Yes, yes, yes, I know your a very busy man." His words may of sounded sincere, but Blake couldn't help feeling the vampire was being a sarcastic bastard. "Unfortunately I wasn't exactly... focused, when the attack happened, if you know what I mean...?" Nathaniel grinned as if he had accomplished something, but it once again dissipated when the Wolf gave him a unamused stare. "But, no, I didn't see the gunner. Please, ask her, she was looking out the window when it happened. Now, if you'll excuse me I have some calls to make." Returning to his vehicle and quickly grabbing his phone, the vampire walked past Blake and began to dial a number before stepping out of the alley.
Thankfully finished interviewing the sleazy bloodsucker, the skin-clad wolf turned his eyes to the woman... she had stayed turned away and silent through the entire conversation. Giving her a small tap on the shoulder before walking around to see her face, he finally managed to place her scent. She was an elf- Dark Elf, to be specific; jet black hair, violet eyes, pointed ears, and that natural beauty her race was born with. Blake offered her a comforting smile, but she continued to look down at the ground; not in fear, but moreso in shame... which he fully understood. Fantastical creatures like her deserve more than... this.
"Look, I just want to ask you a few questions about the shooting. Think you can answer them for me?" He asked in a somewhat gentler tone than what he usually speaks in, though his bestial nature still persisted in making him seem more threatening than intended. After some moments of silence, the elf eventually gave a solemn nod and looked up at the Wolf. "Good. Now, did you see the shooter? What did he look like?" The woman shrugged a little bit as she seemingly tried to remember the ordeal before clearing her throat. "I did, but not really well. He was on a motorcycle, had one of those helmets on..." She shook her head and lifted up her purse, digging through it for a moment before digging out a cigarette. "Alright, that's fine. Could you tell what kind of gun he was using?"
She seemed a little bit preoccupied with searching through her purse, eventually getting frustrated and dropping the bag to the ground. "Where the Hel did my lighter go?" She muttered and thought for a minute before Blake snapped his fingers in her face, drawing her attention. "Right, it was a pistol. Couldn't tell you what kind... do you have a light?" The elf said, staring at the lit cancer stick already in between the Wolf's lips. He gave a nod to both her answer and her question and pulling his own lighter from his pocket. Holding her cigarette out happily, she let him light it before taking a long, satisfied drag.
"Thanks... need anything else?" A thankful half-smile adorned the working girl's face now, obviously growing a little bit more comfortable. "No need at the moment, it's late. If you remember anything else, my office is always open." With that Blake sat up, giving her a small nod before turning to leave... and of course, the vampire chose now to walk back and get in his way. "Oh Sheriff! I had something to ask you, about my name hopefully not appearing on the report." Nathaniel said in his naturally sleazy tone, stepping between the Dedrick and the exit. Although he was dangerously close to simply shoving the bloodsucker out of the way, he stopped when he saw movement in the street behind him... a motorcycle driving by, mysteriously silent.
Before the skin-clad wolf could say or do anything, another gunshot ripped through the open air... the vampire slowly looked down at his chest to see a bloodstain creeping through his shirt; right where his heart was. Within seconds of this Nathaniel screamed as his body burst into flames. Blake threw the now burning husk to the side before charging in the direction of the shooter, only to take a bullet to his shoulder that sent him crumbling to the ground and roaring in pain. Giving a short hand gesture, the shooter rides off and leaves the two behind.
"Sh#t!" The dark elf yelled as she ran over to the wounded wolf, trying to pick him up while he growled and yowled... she looked at the bullet wound with shocked eyes, it was emitting a steady stream of smoke and made the blood around it boil. "Wh-what the Hel is that?" She pulled Blake over and set him against the wall of a building so she could examine the sizzling wound. "F#cking silver rounds... you might wanna back up." Dedrick muttered, trying to regain composure as his shoulder was cooked from the inside thanks to his lycanthropic nature.
The elf didn't question his words and backed away from him... watching with intrigue as his hand began to grow reddish fur and extend it's claws. Rearing his arm back, he slashes the entire chunk of his shoulder containing the silver round apart; sending sizzling pieces of flesh and bubbling flesh all over the ground, and the silver round falling to the ground away from him. He lets out a heavy sigh, leaning back on the brick wall as his shoulder slowly stopped burning. For a few seconds he loses consciousness, but thankfully the elven girl spoke up.
"Is there, like, any way I can help here?" She asked in a confused tone... Blake looked up and blinked a little bit in response. "Yeah... Nathaniel has a bottle under his seat in the car, can you get that for me?" His voice was a lot more eased back now, surprisingly. The elf raised her brow and stared at him for a moment before walking over to the car, grabbing the bottle and examining it... silently wondering how he knew it was there as she walked over to him.
"Sanguine's Touch? Isn't this a vampire blood-drink?" The elf asks curiously before handing the red bottle to the wolf, who removed the the cap easily. "The 35% of blood in it is pig's blood, the other 65% is red wine; not a lot of alcohol, but it'll help." With those last words done he takes a long chug of the vampiric liquid... breaking contact with the bottle after some moments just to breath, wiping his lips of the red substance. "Thanks, I really needed that. What's your name?" The elven working girl took a seat beside him, taking a drag of her cigarette.
"It's- well, it used to be Felara, back back in Svartalheim, but now I just go by Laura." Blake turned and have her a nod, then... they just sat there for a time, until the Wolf eventually stood up. "Well, Laura... I'm going to need to get back to my office, I've got a lot of work to do." Standing up with him, the dark elf gave him a silent nod, looking at him awkwardly before stepping out of his way. "Thanks... remember, my door is always open." With that final pseudo invitation, Blake leaves the working girl behind; his wild night was over. Now the boring part of writing up a report on a wealthy supernatural's death comes and explaining it to the Baptiste Brothers comes in.
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