A horrific scream tore through the fabric of sound and pulsed through the elegant, peaceful streets. Amongst the growing shadows heads turned to and fro in a frantic panic to locate the gurgled wail that contaminated their realm. The radiant one stood aghast as he peered down at the abomination that continued to shred its victim. A diamond tear appeared and illuminated his heavenly sculptured features. His marble hand drew to his azure tinted eye and caressed the tiny pearl of water. He stood momentarily studying this foreign emotion. He loathed this earthly dimension, it bought the worst out in him. He cast his eyes down again to the scene that appalled him. The creature had now been disturbed and bolted through the street and dived into the sewage tunnels. He watched contently as the naïve humans gathered, screaming in unison at the vision that appeared before him. He knew that he must report back to his divine leader. This was a sign, a warning of further things to come. This was a signal of the beginning. The war had only just begun.
The early evening clouds began to settle over the rooftops, and a blood-red sun peaked, through the gaps of the gigantic buildings that stood, the clash of thunder rumbled through the city as the rain decided to lash down. The light as if retreating from the noise, faded completely, the clouds turning a dark purple in protest.
Detective Inspector Smith stood outside Moli’s Newsagents staring at the body that had been found hours before.
He stood effortlessly still in a black pin striped Armani suit that signalled authority to whoever glanced at him. Smith was a striking man that exuded power and confidence. His dark chocolate eyes and hair suited his ivory skin.
He held and rolled his cigarette in his hand tightly as he watched the forensic team rush down the street towards the victim. He blew out the smoke slowly; watching curiously as it swirled to finally create a wall of mist between him and the rest of reality.
Finishing his cigarette quickly he loosened his grip around the orange butt and threw it to the floor. It distinguished instantly as it hit the damp pebbled slabs covered with water. Pulling his black coat tighter around him; he noticed movement from the barriers that had been set up only minutes ago at the other side of the street. His coarse voice erupted along the street, barking orders at fellow police officers.
“You! Officer Nash, get that tape up… no not there, there! And get those damn reporters out of here!”
Through the slashes of rain, he could see the slim figure of Nash running to reporters tape in hand, asking them to leave. As the frail voice of Nash insisted that the reporters leave the premises, a blond reporter wearing a red suit, and black stiletto heels barged her way through to the front line. With her Umbrella crashing into everyone’s faces, and clutching her microphone, she fired with full ammunition upon Nash.
“Kylie Marrow for London Wharf reporting, a body has been found, ripped to pieces in Mayfair this evening. Witnesses are yet to confirm where the body came from, but cult groups are already gathering, in pure belief that this is the beginning of the end. The body believed to be a young woman is the fourth……”
Suddenly in one smooth movement, Nash propelled his body forward, pushing the reporter and her umbrella into the crowd that had emerged behind her.
Detective Inspector Smith shook his head violently
Stupid Cow…trouble making reporters
“Sir!” Smith’s broad shoulders twisted to face Sergeant Harper
“The forensics are ready for ya” Harper said
Smith looked at Harper's face. His chocolate skin was glistening due to the rain. Harper looked exhausted and exasperated. This was the fourth killing. Women ravaged by something fast, efficient and calculated. The public were growing fearful. The pressure on him and his team was overbearing.
Smith stepped off the curb, and strolled down the pebble streets toward the huddle of people that had gathered.
Tall white brick houses effortlessly screamed money as he paced past them. He had never been the sort of person to suck up to the wealthy. In fact he found them rather tedious. But a brutal murder right in the middle of Mayfair?
That should shake things up He thought with macabre delight.
As he approached, a forensic officer was knelt beside the body
“Tell me what we got here Bob” Smith said
The figure turned to face him, his old leathered face had grown tired, and his cheeks were speckled with droplets of water. A heavy sigh escaped his throat.
“It’s not pretty John, poor thing,
Right, well there’s extensive mutilations to the body, evident puncture marks to the throat, whilst having large gashes to shoulder, stomach and thigh area”
“Time of death?”
“Looking at this? I would pronounce the time of death between at least at seven this evening due to the public observation and call to emergency services. It was sudden John. Just as fast as the others"
“You mean she was killed two hours ago!? In broad daylight?”
“Absolutely, anyway to finish off”
He stopped suddenly to wipe the rain off his face.
“We have a female, 5ft 5, around twenty five years old, no i.d, member of the public phoned emergency services at 7:30pm”
“Where is this person?” Smith asked
“Uh sir, the woman that found her is being treated in the ambulance” Harper interjected
“Why in the ambulance? Shock?”
“Uh, no sir…heart attack”
“Jesus Christ…Right Harper see the woman if you will, see what she saw”
Harper nodded in response, and slowly stepped around the body.
Smith’s gaze shifted back to Bob, who was staring at him intently.
“So Detective Inspector, have a motive?”
“I have no idea, it’s obviously some sort of wild dog attack”
“Wild dogs in London?!”
Smith although recoiling at the humiliation of the response, turned to Harper
“Harper! Get on the phone to the local Zoo; see if they have lost any big cats”
As Harper started to dial, Smith looked past Bob and finally took a look at the body. The woman, lying on her back, wearing blue jeans and a yellow top had been completely gashed down her entire body. Her hair was flung around her face hiding the twisted mouth that had shaped to produce a silent scream. Her eyes bulged in her head, whilst her legs and arms seem twisted and locked in a silent embrace. Two huge puncture marks stared back at him.
Must be wild dogs
“I somehow think, if I can be so bold John, that it wasn’t any type of animal”
“Shit Bob, if it wasn’t them, then what the hell is it? This is the fourth death this week, the public are starting to sit up and notice. Especially these weirdo cults, who now think that the end is nigh, its 2021 for Christ sakes!”
Bob stared waiting in silence
“It can’t be animals”
“Why not?”
“Because the body was meticuously cut in certain places. This kill was calculated, ritulistic and definately after a certain type or look of woman"
"Blond" Smith said hauntingly
"Short, young and blond" Bob responded "Whatever is killing these women, it is evident that it is searching for someone specific".
Smith nodded
"It is hunting them. Thats if it is someone acting alone"
Smith’s body clenched suddenly. As thoughts run through his mind, he looked up to see Harper rushing towards him.
“No worries about the Zoo’s sir, all animals secure, so it looks like no big animals were around this way”
But Smith did not seem to hear Harpers words, only the police sirens seemed to dominate his hearing, as he stared off into the night.
The day gave away to night by the time Summer had made her way through the dark imposing tunnels that led from the church.She briskly walked round the curved corner and came face to face with the Royal Park. The chaos had all but diminished, only a few locals were standing exchanging information about the carnage that had taken place the night before. Blue police tape surrounded the gates and fences with evident forensic activity happening.This was not going to be easy.Summer quickly jogged to the fence and with one great push flung herself over.She speedily looked around to make sure no one had spotted her trespassing. Luckily, she was concealed but could immediately sense someone was following her. Ducking into bushes she remained deathly quiet until the swiftness of night came fully. White flashes erupted through the black sky. Rain plummeted to the ground like a monsoon. Then just as quickly as they had come
As the clock on the wall finally struck midnight, Elizabeth Autumn finally gave an exhausted yawn. She had been working continuously on the new information she had found only hours before. It had been a real breakthrough, a stroke of genius to compare the fibres with old age rituals. At least the human detectives would go along with this line of enquiry. She could not release her real identity or why she was sent to work within this position.She leant heavily against the huge metal basin, her legs were aching and her eyes desperately wanted to shut. Her colleague had taken a rather desperate and angry call from one of the detective inspectors only an hour before she had stopped writing up the report. In all honesty she had forgotten to update the officers that had visited her, and she knew that Smith would be proper pissed off. As her thoughts dreamed of retiring into her soft double bed, the heavy white doors to the laboratory were pushed
Summer’s fingers shook as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt from the top by his throat. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck and knew that he was fighting the urge to bite her. He remained motionless, waiting for her to move further. She could feel the tension increase as she slowly made her way down, gradually releasing each button to display his muscular chest. Her eyes were transfixed by an emerging tattoo. On his sternum was tired tree branches that spread off in every direction. As she pushed her hand to open more of his shirt the patterns changed towards his arms which took a haunted vein and shattered glass appearance. On the end of some of the branches had numerous names, some in different languages. Summer gently brushed her fingers over them.A sharp intake of breath signalled that Andrei was losing all self-restraint. His hands tightened around Summer’s waist.“What are these names” Summer whisperedShe
Jake took hold of Summer's hand before she or Lucien could react and pulled her forcefully through the panicking crowd.He knew the werewolves wouldnt be far behind but took this unique chance to get her to his master to turn the tide on the ever growing war that he knew would only get worse.Summer seemed in a daze, not truly understanding or caring what was happening.Jake pulled her through endless streets until they came upon a beautiful old church.Jake unlatched the Black Iron Gate with a creak and walked up the rustling silent path. The gigantic trees that towered above the old church cast out branches like withering limbs that blocked out any kind of sunlight. The dead brown leaves fell mercilessly on their heads as they passed. The door emerged out of the shadows with its peeling white paint and green patches of damp. As they stepped up the crumbling steps which climbed unevenly to the door, the church seemed to trem
Time seemed to stand stillAll Jake could do was watch as the manifestation that had taken shape around her fizzled out. Reality swamped back, sound came like a tidal wave attacking his ears, his vision that was once blurred, now sharpened and remained focused on the carnage that continued to surround him. As his eyes turned to Summer, he realized with immense embarrassment that she was staring awkwardly back at him with a slow startling realisation that it was him. Not quite sure what to do, Jake remained still, the feeling of guilt and sadness swept over him. He had got her into this mess. He had betrayed and abandoned her. Again.Tears filled her eyes as her lip quivered in total devastation.She slowly made her way towards him, slithering through the crowd.She had grown in confidence and looked incredibly beautiful in a haunting kind of way, he thought.She stopped suddenly, only feet away from him.“
Summer Brooke swiftly followed Lucien as he made his way through the winding streets of London.She felt exhausted. She could feel the rising tension in Lucien and couldnt quite make out why he was acting so strangely."Something doesnt feel right" He had said to her only a couple of hours before.The glittering sparkles of sunrise had just started to appear between the builldings which cast moving shadows on the ground.Humid air started to hit her as she quickened her pace to try and keep up with Lucien through the growing moving crowds. The tension in the air was evident amongst the commuters, the tourists were snapping away contented at the historic sights, unaware of the atrocities and panic that was escalating around them.People were crowding together with an evident growth in panic"We need to find out what is happening" Lucien said turning to herSummer nodded in anticipationLucien briskl