Detective Claire intensified her search for the eccentric appearing at her crime scenes. This stranger happened to be Daniel. He was her number one suspect in the murders of her father and Elizabeth. Besides circulating his delineation around every precinct in the city, she made sure that her team was up to the task as well. After reporting for work, Michael gathered the team for a briefing and quick overview of the search headway.
As usual, the captain commenced the briefing, “how far are we on finding our suspect? Any leads?” he asked.
Claire, the lead detective gave a report, “we have managed to inform and circulate his picture to every precinct in the city and we expect their full support,” she summarized.
“Do they know what they are dealing with exactly?” Michael, the captain continued.
“All they know right now is that, the suspect is highly evasive, skilled and extremely dangerous,” Johnson explained.
“I thought the hunter said to keep i
In one of the iconic university lecture halls, Adams was just winding up a history class. One of the students raised a question, “is it really true that vampires are mystical creatures?” he asked. Adams turned around to have a good look at him, “history and mythology tells us so. Their existence has not yet been proven,” he explained. Another student seemed concerned, “then how can you explain Elizabeth’s mysterious murder?” she inquired. “There is no need for you to worry. I cannot know the workings of a killer and neither can you. I teach history and mythology not criminology. Elizabeth’s killer is just a psychopath…a special breed of psychopath and the police are doing everything to make an arrest and get her justice,” Adams outlined. The students busted out into a nervous laughter. Toby could not hold without question, “what should we do in the meantime…before the police catch the special breed of psycopath?” he worried. “Just make sure yo
The weather was calm. The sun was shining bright. At its background was a light blue sky with almost no clouds. It was a beautiful day until it was no more. Over the police radios, Claire and her team heard a distress call from the officers on patrol. In a nervous voice, “this is 4th squad. Shots fired, I repeat…shots fired. We need backup on 16th street,” an officer called out.Claire and her team diverted immediately to offer backup. “This is detective Claire. Backup is on the way. We are in response, I repeat…we are in response,” Claire answered over the radio. A short while later as they drove, they heard another call, “4th squad…officer down, I repeat…officer down. We need an ambulance; I repeat…we need an ambulance. Suspect is heading north; officers in pursuit,” the officer informed.Shortly, they arrived at the scene. Fire had seized but the scene was chaotic. Some cars had crushed into each
The city streets were busy and congested with both people and vehicles as it was a norm on working days. The temperatures were average as the sun was covered by a light blanket of white drifting clouds. Jefferson was on duty chauffeuring his taxi to earn his daily revenue.He dropped off a passenger and a young slim blonde lady got into the car. It was still at the early hours of the morning. She was officially dressed in an elegant grey stripped skirt suit and designer heals in her feet. In a hand, she held a matching swanky medium-sized Louis Vuitton handbag by the strap.She seemed as one headed for the office and out of place in a taxi. As usual, Jefferson introduced himself as she responded with a destination. Looking at her through the rear view mirror, “Good morning and welcome on board ma’am. To where may I drive you please?” he asked.She placed the handbag on the seat, strapped in and looked at him, “1630 Paul avenue please,&rdq
It was a chilly Tuesday morning. The weather was still cold outside. The grass on lawns was covered in a wet layer of whitish dew. The sun was slowly emerging from the horizon shining its magnificent bright rays across the earth. Slowly, the dew melted away upon touch by the rich warm rays lawn by lawn as the sun got higher up the sky. The city was crawling back to livelihood ushering in the new day.Claire and her tenants, Adams and Jane were also in the lively mood. They all were in the morning rush to get ready to head out to their respective destinations. As soon as they were all fully prepared, it was time for breakfast. Being an early riser, Claire had made sure that everything was ready before they came to the dining table. She served them breakfast and they delved in. As they took a toll on the delicious meal, table manners flew off the windows as they began to conversate.“How is everything going on at school?” Claire started with Jane.&ldq
Kibich city, a city full of life. The finest city of Credonia. However, it could not lack the entire arsenal that comes with one, people for instance. Talking of which, Claire was one of them and a homicide detective. She had a normal life besides carrying a gun and a badge. Family and Adams, the man she loved and was about to marry. Besides having to be around dead bodies often and chasing criminals, she did love her job. She was romantically motivated as well and hoped for a normal life with a normal man, whom was Adams. He was also full of life and a university mythology professor. He too loved his city and his job. Sometimes, they could cross paths with Claire his fiancée in the line of duty but it was acceptable up until one morning. The very morning that changed everything. She woke up to a call from her precinct. As usual, someone had lost his or her life, you think because… it came with her job. Being a homicide detective, a phone call from the precinct meant death a
It had just stopped raining outside. The dusky heavy clouds were clearing from the murky sky. The moon could be seen slightly. Very little light came through the tight spaces between the clouds though. The streetlights and the vehicle headlights gave the night a delightful radiance. The night seemed promising and full of life. Adams, a mythology professor at Kibich University was home. He was busy doing some research for his next class the following morning. On his desk was a half-full glass of wine, several ancient history books and a powered-on laptop. The T.V. was on but without volume. The stereo played some soft cool classical music famously known to enhance creativity and high concentration. Lit was a medium desk lamp that illuminated his workspace and two huge candles at the middle of the dinner table. Several small wall lamps were also lit around the stylish modern living room. The dinner table was set for two. An indication that he was not planning to spend
A short while later, Claire was done and ready to join her fiancée for the dreamy dinner date. She had her own surprise for Adams as well. Adams dinner surprise for her triggered her deepest romantic senses. She needed to return the favor by looking good for him. Besides, she did miss her fiancée extremely and needed the night to be full of romance. She could not dare take any chances. The nature of their day jobs made such a night a rare occurrence. The night had to count. The fact that the dinner date was in-house came in handy. Instead of pajamas or any other clothes that people put on at night, she had something better in mind. She picked a medium-length red silk dress for the occasion. On her lips was a nude shades with warm hues lipstick that played up her warm undertone of her light brown skin. In general, her face was well made up to look the prettiest she could for Adams and light up the moment. In her feet was a pair of designer heels suited to magnify her
Claire arrived at the precinct. She hastily got inside and headed for the captain’s office. As she walked past, the officer’s look on their faces confirmed her earlier fears. By then, she knew something was terribly wrong. All she had left was the answer to the question of what. She got to Michael’s office and inside she went. The captain had put on the same look as that on the officers’ faces. She did not give the captain more time to put himself together to start the conversation and the reason for the call. She looked worried, “Captain, I have had my share of trouble thinking about your call and enough time to put myself together for anything. So, please…get it over with and tell me what the hell is wrong and why everyone is looking at me as if I am a walking dead,” she demanded as she sat down. Michael sat upright, took a deep breath and looked her straight to the eye, “You may not be dead but I’m afraid someone is…someone you care about deeply. I am so sorry. I
It was a chilly Tuesday morning. The weather was still cold outside. The grass on lawns was covered in a wet layer of whitish dew. The sun was slowly emerging from the horizon shining its magnificent bright rays across the earth. Slowly, the dew melted away upon touch by the rich warm rays lawn by lawn as the sun got higher up the sky. The city was crawling back to livelihood ushering in the new day.Claire and her tenants, Adams and Jane were also in the lively mood. They all were in the morning rush to get ready to head out to their respective destinations. As soon as they were all fully prepared, it was time for breakfast. Being an early riser, Claire had made sure that everything was ready before they came to the dining table. She served them breakfast and they delved in. As they took a toll on the delicious meal, table manners flew off the windows as they began to conversate.“How is everything going on at school?” Claire started with Jane.&ldq
The city streets were busy and congested with both people and vehicles as it was a norm on working days. The temperatures were average as the sun was covered by a light blanket of white drifting clouds. Jefferson was on duty chauffeuring his taxi to earn his daily revenue.He dropped off a passenger and a young slim blonde lady got into the car. It was still at the early hours of the morning. She was officially dressed in an elegant grey stripped skirt suit and designer heals in her feet. In a hand, she held a matching swanky medium-sized Louis Vuitton handbag by the strap.She seemed as one headed for the office and out of place in a taxi. As usual, Jefferson introduced himself as she responded with a destination. Looking at her through the rear view mirror, “Good morning and welcome on board ma’am. To where may I drive you please?” he asked.She placed the handbag on the seat, strapped in and looked at him, “1630 Paul avenue please,&rdq
The weather was calm. The sun was shining bright. At its background was a light blue sky with almost no clouds. It was a beautiful day until it was no more. Over the police radios, Claire and her team heard a distress call from the officers on patrol. In a nervous voice, “this is 4th squad. Shots fired, I repeat…shots fired. We need backup on 16th street,” an officer called out.Claire and her team diverted immediately to offer backup. “This is detective Claire. Backup is on the way. We are in response, I repeat…we are in response,” Claire answered over the radio. A short while later as they drove, they heard another call, “4th squad…officer down, I repeat…officer down. We need an ambulance; I repeat…we need an ambulance. Suspect is heading north; officers in pursuit,” the officer informed.Shortly, they arrived at the scene. Fire had seized but the scene was chaotic. Some cars had crushed into each
In one of the iconic university lecture halls, Adams was just winding up a history class. One of the students raised a question, “is it really true that vampires are mystical creatures?” he asked. Adams turned around to have a good look at him, “history and mythology tells us so. Their existence has not yet been proven,” he explained. Another student seemed concerned, “then how can you explain Elizabeth’s mysterious murder?” she inquired. “There is no need for you to worry. I cannot know the workings of a killer and neither can you. I teach history and mythology not criminology. Elizabeth’s killer is just a psychopath…a special breed of psychopath and the police are doing everything to make an arrest and get her justice,” Adams outlined. The students busted out into a nervous laughter. Toby could not hold without question, “what should we do in the meantime…before the police catch the special breed of psycopath?” he worried. “Just make sure yo
Detective Claire intensified her search for the eccentric appearing at her crime scenes. This stranger happened to be Daniel. He was her number one suspect in the murders of her father and Elizabeth. Besides circulating his delineation around every precinct in the city, she made sure that her team was up to the task as well. After reporting for work, Michael gathered the team for a briefing and quick overview of the search headway. As usual, the captain commenced the briefing, “how far are we on finding our suspect? Any leads?” he asked. Claire, the lead detective gave a report, “we have managed to inform and circulate his picture to every precinct in the city and we expect their full support,” she summarized. “Do they know what they are dealing with exactly?” Michael, the captain continued. “All they know right now is that, the suspect is highly evasive, skilled and extremely dangerous,” Johnson explained. “I thought the hunter said to keep i
At Kibich University, classes and every other routines were back to normal. The students were still terrified by their colleague’s mysterious murder though. To those that had seen her bloody body; the incident was still fresh in their memory. Various rumors were spreading amongst them about Elizabeth’s murder as they awaited for her tribute ceremony organized by the university. Jane and Vanessa were seated at their favorite spot at one of the university’s study areas. They had some group discussions and assignments they needed to do. As they waited for Toby and Jonas, the other group members, they too brainstormed trying to figure out what could have happened to Elizabeth, the young girl that was murdered. Looking worried, “I can’t believe that Elizabeth is dead. I wonder who could have killed her and why,” Jane wondered. Looking worried as well, “she was friendly but kept to herself most of the time and did not talk much. She was somehow an introvert. Always
Sweet melodies could be heard as the birds intoned early morning acclaims in thanksgiving. Indistinct engine revs and tire squishes could be heard from a distance as few to diminutive cars sped by on the highway. From the horizon, a mix of red, orange, and yellow beams of light could be seen as the sun ushered in the new day. The small still scattered cream-white clouds decorated the dark blue sky as the wind mooched around. It was around 6 o’clock in the morning. Thomas woke up and walked across to the well-crafted windows made specifically for a vampire’s warren. They kept the hot dangerous U.V. rays out of the domicile keeping the vampires safe. He drew apart the long fancy silk curtains to let in some light. He then picked a robe to cover his body as he turned around only to meet an empty bed. Not certain of Catherine’s ware bouts, he descended the flight of the well-vanished granite stairs from the bedroom floor to the living room floor. He could not think of a
Adams’ obsession for mystical creatures was reborn and he got himself a new hobby. He steered his mythology proficiency to a completely new direction, back to his old ways. Kibich city had a guest, mystical guest, which he needed to know more about. It was about time he proved the rumor and his theory a fact. The death of the young university student became his ground-zero and the trigger.Once he was done with the day’s classes, he dedicated his remaining part of the day to gathering required materials for his newly found hobby. He began his search at the university library. He picked a few books that he spent the rest of the day skimming. What he did not find, he resulted for online help and human aid.That evening, he left for Claire’s house to spend the night with his fiancée. This time, not only was he there for his love for Claire but also information. Besides her being the lead detective in the dead university girl’s case, she had
Minutes later, detective Claire and her team arrived at the scene. As usual, before they could get to the bloody cadaver, they walked around the scene looking for anything that could give them a clue as to what had happened to the young girl. As Claire’s eyes scanned the crowd, she noticed her sister, her friends and Adams had already surrounded the scene as well. Everything including the music that was playing at the dais had halted giving way to the ear-piercing screams. To the students, it became a sorrowful and shocking night; a very dreadful moment. They had not seen such an incident in their school involving one of their colleagues for quite a long time. To make matters worse, the body of the girl in question seemed torn apart. The body had huge, deep crosscuts and puncture marks looking like stings from bees on steroids or an animal with colossal fangs. The very much-awaited cultural festival had come to its impromptu end at the very beginning. One could easil