I'm not sure where the idea for this came from but hopefully it should turn into one of my longer stories. So tell me what you think and i'll try to update and keep the story going for as long as I can.
I am dyslexia so I'm sorry for any god awful spelling mistakes I may make. Thank you for reading and enjoy.
I hate mornings. Which is strange since my mornings are everyone else nights. It's 11pm and I'm just climbing out of bed to start my shift. I'm a member of the police force but not the normal force. The unit I work in is call SIR unit, it stands for Supernatural Investigation and Research, and yeah we end up with the cases the normal police won't touch. Like last spring my partner and I spend a whole mouth sitting up by Lock Ness waiting for the yearly kelpie migration. I think it was one of the first times I slept during the night and was awake during the day.
As I was saying though, I hate mornings, and at this moment in time I was going through the pile of clothes on the floor to find something clean to wear. After five minutes I come around a pair of black jeans, ok so I only own black jeans, and a dark purple shirt.
Now before we start off with this little tale of my god-awful live lets get to know me. My name is Kira O'Connor. I was born here in London after my grandfather moved here from Ireland when he was a young man. I don't have any brothers or sisters, my mother's marriage fell apart not long after I was born and she never really trusted anyone again after that. She smoked and died of lung cancer two years ago, we weren't that close so I never really effected me.
But on with the story, now that I have found clothes and am dressed I just have to find my gun and handcuffs. I'm a little freaked when I relies my handcuffs are not where I left them last night and that can only mean one things.
"You fucking man-whore!!!" So my language isn't that good in the morning and I can get annoy fair quickly anyway, I blame in on my Irish blood.
"What did I do this tim…why am I wearing you handcuffs?" This is the way my partner normal ends up greeting me in the morning. "Oh it must have been a fun day!" He laughs and lies back on the sofa.
"Get some fucking clothes on you stupid whore and we'll get going." I stare him down quite easily even though he's naked and possibly every other woman's dream man. A lean thin body, short black hair that hangs just above his jaw and dark green eyes. But then the sex symbol is something he species is known for; after all aren't all vampires seemed to be drop dead gorgeous. Five years on the jobs and I still haven't meet an ugly vampire. It's one of the things I want to see before I die.
"So are all vampires huge perverts or is it just the ones you know Charlie Boy?"
"After a few hundred years you get a little more adventurous."
"Bullshit. You're not even 100 years old yet. Have you seen my car keys? Ah threw them at you before ah went to bed last night."
"On the coffee table. Where are we going to eat tonight?"
"How the hell should ah know? Anywhere we stop off at we're bound to get called away from." I grab the keys off the table and pull on my claw-proof (it's so fucking not Mao's ripped through it before!) black vest, SIR is printed on the back. Charlie has, from somewhere found a pair of dark blue jeans and a white shirt.
"We'll stop off at the supermarket and grab some junk." I shrugged and pulled open the door to my basement flat, I rarely locked it. I mean I have a vampire living with me most of the time so I see no point, plus I have an interesting talent that come in handy sometimes.
Together we climbed the stairs to the empty street. Although it was summer still there was a cold bite in the wind, looking up at the sky I let out a groan.
"I think we're in for a bit of a summer storm." Charlie chuckled from behind me.
"Great." I hate storms, I hate driving in them and I hate being outside during them.
"I'll drive if you want." He commented as he climbed in my little car.
"You can't drive and you've dangerous behind the wheel." I smiled and got in starting the engine. Charlie was hard to live with sometimes I'll admit it but he could be a good friend. He wasn't that old either, I mean for a vampire, he was only about 80 maybe closer to 90. So he wasn't like a lot of the older ones I've meet and by that I mean all hands. Well apart from when it comes to my radio.
"Will you leave it on one station! For crying out loud you're worst that a kid." I snapped, slapping at his hands to get him away from the radio.
"Where are we heading tonight?" Charlie yawned as he stretched back against the seat.
"We have to stop off at the office first and pick up this week's work details…uggg I think the boss is still mad at us for last week's arrest. I bet we get stuck over by the Tower again."
Charlie whined from his seat and wiggled around. "The tower!!! But there's only ghosts around there and I am not getting into another argument with that bloody headless ghost again."
"There's an easy answer to that. Stop fighting with her."
"She starts it."
I grin into the night as the rain begins to pour down.
"Maybe something interesting will happen tonight. I mean since there's a storm and all." He mumbled into his hand.
I'd been right. The Boss was still mad at us and again we were stuck sitting outside the Tower of London watching the rain beat against the windscreen. Even normal people come to London the first thing they think is that the Tower would be the most interesting place to stay over night. Well it isn't. All right I'll admit the first night here it was fun, spooky and I was scared out of my wits but after the 25th night of watching the place it becomes boring.
I stretched back and yawned before picking up the cards Charlie had just deal me. The night was passing so slowly that I was getting tired, it was also at that point that I noticed Charlie was beginning to look paler that normal. I guessed he hadn't eat yet which was strange as he normally went out before I got up and got something to eat then came back to the flat, or failing that he would eat when I went to get our orders for the night. He hates sitting in the office waiting since no one talks too him. Can't think of why.
"Do you want to get something to eat? It only takes one of us to watch this place."
"Uhm…No I'm fine. I can go a while longer without eating don't worry."
"You're colours off. Ah'll worry all ah like."
"My colours off? This coming from the girl that's grey all year round!"
"Can it smartass. Ah was just being nice."
"Well don't. It's creepy."
I smiled and looked at my cards again; I had a crap hand, so I waited for him to make a move.
He was right of course from the day I was born my skin had a grey look to it; my hair was grey and my eyes grey. Everything about me was grey but that's the result of being the special member of my family. You see once in my family someone is born the family Bean Si (the Irish version of a banshee) and this time it was me. It was me that destroyed my mother's marriage.
As I said before my family is Irish. My grandfather moved here to London when he was a young man, he had wanted to get away from the family Bean Si but it just followed him here and his daughter, my mother gave birth to be me. The Bean Si.
Before I could really give it much more thought there was a knock at the car door. Charlie looked at me and shrugged.
"The ghosts don't normally knock."
"Open the god damn door! I'm soaked." A voice yelled at us through the window.
I lent across from the backseat and unlocked the front door and smiled at the figure that climbed in.
"Should have called. We would have left the door open."
Looking round the person glared at us, well I guess they did. As they wore the same green hoodie they always did, black leggings and big black boots. I'd know them for just over three years but didn't know their real name or sex, so everyone called them 'Hoodie'.
"What you got for us?" Charlie asked as he lent round Hoodie's side.
"Something really interesting. The storms been mucking phone signals all over the city…"
"That storm is that big?" I asked climbing into the front seat and starting the car.
"Yeah weird isn't it? But you want to know what's weirder? Half a body was just fished out the Thames. And it looks like it's been bite in half."
"Yes! This night is not a total waste of time!" I'll admit I cheered and took off without evening knowing where I was meant to be going but I couldn't help it. It'd been far too long since I'd had something interesting to research.
I kind of wish I hadn't been in a hurry, the scene was not nice. Hoodie was talking to a couple of the police on the scene and I'd sent Charlie to get something to eat. He had gotten a lot paler and had freaked a little at the sight of blood. So that left me with the job to record the details of what had happened.
"Subject is male….late 20s…bite in half by a creature of great size…clean cut….little blood on the surrounding ground, meaning the attack took place somewhere else….amount of water on the ground subjects in the Thames itself…"
I hear footsteps behind me and look up to see Charlie's joined me. He looks better now, more alive and it scanning the scene.
"Is it the new thing for guys to run around the city naked…?"
"None of my friends are doing it so I don't think so." He chuckled kneeling down next too me. "But I know these ain't vampire bites. Too small."
"Thank you so much! Ah would never have got that if ya hadn't of told me!" Yeah I'm sarcastic when I want to be. Ain't I a doll?
Charlie clicks his tongue at me and turns to look at the police and Hoodie.
"Soooooooo, we're going to talk to Solomon about this? He'll want to know and if we don't tell him straight away he'll be pissed and won't help next time we see him."
"Yeah I know. But still….I get the feeling you just want to see that hunk of a Vampire Solomon." I grinned as Charlie blushed and stood.
"He's Master of the Masters. Of course I have feelings for him! It's a vampire thing."
"You much be so glad you're in his realm and not the other four's." I stood and brushed off my jeans and slipped my notebook into the inside pocket of my vest.
Solomon was a master vampire and was called the Master of London's Masters. This was because of a disagreement a couple of hundred years ago a group of master vampires had got into a fight over who owned London. So along came Solomon and made it so all were happy, he split London into four parts and gave each to one of the four Masters. It worked for a while but then they started fighting again so he was called in again to sort out the problem and was made the Master of the Masters. In other words the other four can not make a move unless he agrees to it. It sort of makes him the judge.
He very good at it and is very fair about all cases brought before him. But sadly he's a bit of a spoiled brat when it comes to things like the goes on in the city. If someone does not tell him something he throws a hissy fit, and since he has some of the strong vampires in the city, maybe the country, behind him these hissy fits can get very scary. Not that I've been on the end of one.
Yet.
Okies. That's it for now. Tell me what you though, did you love it? Hate it? What to chop me into little piece and mail me to different corners of the world?
I'll aim to get the next charpter up as soon as I can. I'm kind of stupid and started this just before my Exam so it may take a couple of weeks but don't worry! It will be up.
Bug me if i take too long. C'ya later!