Chapter Two - Investigation
Unknown POV
*Present day*
The sound of honking horns and shouting filled the brisk morning air—the constant clicking of a camera shutter beside me. The yellow tape was swaying in the cold winter wind. My fingers grew numb in the latex gloves needed to collect any potential evidence. The smell of piss, blood, and decaying flesh filled my nose.
After three years of this, it never gets easier. Some say that once it becomes easy. Once the unsolved murders stop haunting your dreams and you stop caring about the body in front of you, you've lost your soul to the devil.
I looked at the bruised and swollen body before me. This man was someone's son, brother, maybe even a father or a husband. Whoever he pissed off made him suffer, and it was clear he wasn't their first victim. Every cut, every hit was calculated to inflict pain but not kill him until they got what they wanted.
Since I left the academy and joined the force as a homicide detective, there have been about fifty or more cases like this one, and no one can seem to catch the guys behind it. The victims are either involved with the drug cartel or some form of a black market deal gone south.
"Who's bad side did you find yourself on?" I muttered to myself. The rushed scuffing of the shoes of my partner sounded behind me.
"What we got?" Sullivan asked as she entered the crime scene. I stood up, peeling off my latex gloves and pulling out my notebook.
"White male, decapitated and brutally beaten. Some wounds look to be a few days old. But the cause of death is unknown, due to the missing head coroner won't be able to tell us if this was done before or after he died until after the autopsy. He's been dead no more than eight hours. Two kids called it in this morning. Said they were taking a shortcut through the alley to make it to school on time." I said, sticking my notepad back into my pocket.
"Talk about one hell of a wake-up call. It's the same MO as the last guy. Brutally beaten and then killed and then dumped out in the streets for some kids or homeless guy to find." Sullivan sighed.
"Whoever does this enjoys the pain they inflict." Sullivan nodded in agreement.
"We'll catch the bastard who's done this. Everyone slips up eventually, leaves something behind."
"Yeah, everyone except this guy. It's like he's a ghost. You've heard the rumours about a collector hired by cartels and biggest gangs to clean up their messes, ensuring no one finds out how they are connected. It's like some kind of twisted voodoo magic, with how easily the bodies are dumped and no one, not even cameras catch them." I grabbed the cup of coffee from her hand. Taking a big gulp, I resisted the urge to gag as the coffee grounds hit my tongue.
"God, where do you buy this shit, Piper? Taste like it sat out for a day before they served it." She gave me a sour look as she took a sip of her own.
"That'll be the last time I make you a coffee." She coughed as she looked at me in disgust.
"Maybe it'll be the last time I ever attempt to make myself a coffee too." She laughed.
"Stick to your day job. At least your semi-good at that." I laughed, nudging her with my elbow. She laughed before looking back at the now-covered body.
"Do you think it's the deadly one at play here?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"I'm not sure, but it matches all the other victims over the last five years. So my question is, where the hell did this monster come from, and what kind of training does he have to be this good at hiding his trail."
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"Killian, my office now." My captain shouted from his desk. I pushed out of my chair, letting out an annoyed breath. The only time he called you into his office was to ream you out and make you feel like a worthless piece of shit.
I plastered on my best smile and stepped into what we called his 'trophy room.' Plaques and pictures with the mayor and other government officials lined the walls. His bookshelf was filled with all the cases he closed back in his prime.
He leaned back in his chair. His brown hair was peppered with greys. His beard was trimmed nicely. He wore his uniform today, meaning he had an important meeting he had just come from. His brown eyes narrowed on me as he gestured for me to take a seat. His aged face was more pissed off than usual. I took a seat on the uncomfortable chair. The fake leather squeaked as you sat, the back was too straight, and the arms too low.
"What's the matter, sir?"
"Cut the crap, Reyna. You don't want to be here as much as I want you in here." He grovelled, sitting up straighter in his seat. Such an ass hat, I pray for the day he retires.
"You and Sullivan have been working the same case for three years and have come up empty-handed. We got another body on the streets and people demanding answers. I want to change things up. Im going to put the case in front of some fresh eyes-"
"You have to be fucking kidding me, Captain. You can't give this case away. Sullivan and I have been the only ones who pieced together anything we have now. We're getting close, don't-"
"You're walking a thin line, Reyna." He shouted. Anger was making it hard for me to hold my tongue. It was a growing problem of mine that only seemed to get worse with the less sleep I got and more bodies we found, leaving more questions than answers.
"Before you so rudely cut me off, I was about to say. I'm not taking you guys off the case. I'm giving you more men to aid in the manhunt. I need this guy caught in order to keep riots from starting in this city. The mayor is breathing down my neck." I sat back in my seat and rubbed my hands down my face.
"Sorry, sir," I muttered.
"I will have everything set up in the debriefing room tomorrow morning. Now head home and get some rest. You look like shit." I nodded and rushed out of his office. Grabbing my jacket, car keys and headed home.
My apartment was on the east side of the city. Far enough from the drug side of the city but not close enough to the rich side to cost me a fortune to rent a place I barely slept in. I walked into my house, threw my keys at the hall table and closed and locked the door behind me. I dropped my coat on the counter, kicked off my shoes and made my way to my room. I stripped off my shirt and pants, placing my gun and holster on the nightstand before rolling into my blankets and shutting out the world.
Chapter Three - VisitorsBalor's POVI stepped out of my car into the empty parking garage. To be at the top of the food chain, you have to show power. And to establish dominance in the human world is to flaunt how much money you have. So I built my way up, bought the biggest building in the centre of the city and turned it into my penthouse and business front. Not everything I ran was illegal or involved cutting of body parts and collecting debts.This level was my personal parking space. I had the nicest cars and bikes—the best security system and cameras to catch anyone who tried to enter. I also put wards in place, but unfortunately, that wouldn't hold up in a mortal courtroom. Nevertheless, I had learned how to adapt to this realm. I Glamoured myself when I needed to, use magic without giving myself away.Humans weren't stupid. They knew mag
Chapter Four - A Lead Reyna's POV The annoying buzz of my phone woke me from a dreamless sleep. My mouth was dry, and my hair covered my face. I wiggled out of my cocoon of blankets and blindly felt around my nightstand for the god-forsaken thing. "I'm coming. Just give me a minute." I grumbled as I finally gripped my phone between my fingers. I squinted at the bright light as I slid over the green button. "Killian, what'd you need?" My voice filled with sleep. "Good morning to you too, Reyna." Piper chimed through my phone. Morning people were the worst kind of people. I could never understand how someone could be so chipper after waking up in all my years in the academy and o
Chapter Five - DoubtBalor's POV"The Toronto police are saying that no arrests have been made for the murder of small business owner Tom Bringer. Police ask if anyone has any information to cal-"I turned off my television, slamming myremote down onto the glass table, shattering it. My jaw ached from me clenching my teeth together so hard. I gulped down the last of my scotch, chucking the glass at the wall, shattering it to pieces.I turned to John, who stood by the door anxiously. I felt the fear oozing off of him, but he refused to look at me. Instead, he kept his head down, eyes focused on the floor. Smart move."You had one job, and after five years, you choose today to fuck it up." I snapped. I ran my fingers through my hair. Irritation and anger taking hold.I can fix this. I'm used to cleaning up after incompetent huma
Chapter Six - RecklessReyna’s POVWe arrived at the house, correction, mansion. Of course, it was a rich guy who deemed himself untouchable. There were two types of people who got themselves involved with the wrong business—the first, making friends with the wrong people expecting their money or luck to save them.The second were people so desperate to get something or consumed with addiction they made a deal with the wrong person. Each situation was horrible, and I wished each situation could be avoided entirely.The cast-iron gates slowly opened, allowing us to enter. We slowly drove up the long driveway. Perfectly trimmed shrubs were wrapped, ready for the winter weather. Tall lamp posts lined the side, opening up to a large water fountain that had also been wrapped in preparations for the long winter we were
Chapter Seven - FateBalor’s POVI stood in front of my mirror. Steam from my hot shower was still fogging up my mirror. My upper body was still covered in droplets of water, my towel wrapped around my waist as I wiped away the condensation from the mirror. I was always glamoured when in the city I hardly had time to look like my true self. My scarlet hair was always dulled, my eyes not as bright, and my ears perfectly rounded.I took pride in what I was, but risking my kind's safety by becoming known wasn’t something I ever wanted. I worked hard to protect us, and yeah, I may have taken the darkened path, but it ensured my family's safety from hunters and all the other cruel things the lurked in this human realm.I took in how the tattoos sat against my tanned skin and muscular body. Each ta
Chapter Eight - Resistance* Four Years ago*Balor’s POVI woke up frantically, my heart racing as I looked around my room. Though I had lived here for over a year now, it was still unfamiliar to me. Moments of homesickness would set in after every vision that decided to visit me in my dreams.I let out a groan as I laid back down on my bed. Throwing my pillow over my face as I tried to force the images of her out of my head. I knew who she was, what she would mean to me. I had been seeing her for the last two years, and the visions only worsened once I came to the human realm.I believed these visions of the future, anyone's future
Chapter Nine - SuspensionReyna’s POVIt had been two days since Balor Bloodstone had been in my office. Two days since I had first seen the evidence he brought forward. Two days since I filed a warrant to gain access to the footage from all his businesses in the city.We had put out an arrest warrant for the man in the video. He was last spotted leaving the bus station in Montreal, but the trail ran cold after that. And I felt like I had fallen back into the rut I was so eager to get out of for the last three years.“Killian, my office now.” Kurt’s voice echoed through the station. It seemed like the world halted at his voice, and it seriously pissed me off. Even the phones became quiet as everyone gave me a wary look. I wasn’t one to bow down to him, especially not after t
Chapter Ten - ComplicationsBalor’s POVMy body was coated in sweat as I circled around the mat, figuring out my next move. John circled anxiously as he anticipated my next move. The training room was filled with pack members cheering us on.“Your move John, make it count.” I taunted. He gave me a wary look as he took a moment to think through his attack. Then, he faked right as he lunged forward. I moved to my right, grabbing his arm and flipping him over, pinning him down. He let out a loud groan as he slammed into the mats. His breathing was heavy as he tried to gain the upper hand.“You done?” I laughed in amusement. He tried to push me off again before his arms fell to the