Chapter 1: The Meeting

It's a cold night in New York City, also known as The City That Never Sleeps. A place where you could find what you want if you knew where and when to look for it. However, the only thing I'm looking for is relaxation. Sure, I could get some friends, go to a party, have some drinks, and maybe find some lovely company for the evening, but didn't feel like it. Even my image shows my intentions, with my tennis shoes, a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket. Didn't even fix my hair that much, I just kept it up to my shoulders and black. I could make it shorter, but didn't feel like changing it at the moment. Oh, almost forgot that I kept my skin pale, which they should be thanking me for it because it helps with the atmosphere of the bar I'm in right now. Not just any bar, one of my favorite bars, The Void, where I'm drinking a glass of my favorite beer. Still can't believe how hard they try to live up to its name. It's a building painted black, with the interior filled with creepy furniture, and with dim lights. Its still just like any other bar though, where one could drink until the get kicked out or pass out. Things that would never happen to me because I can't get drunk, and they couldn't kick me out even if they tried. I could pretend to be drunk, which reminds me of this one time when I acted intoxicated, walked into an empty alley, and some mugger tried to rob me. It always puts a smile on my face when they realize how much they fucked up, and get fucked up. Anyways, I'll continue to do what anyone would do in my position, which is drinking, if it wasn't obvious enough.

Then, I hear a female voice coming from my left.

"Are you Nichole Ackman?" Asks a woman standing next to my table, and this was a fine-looking woman. Nice chest, great ass, wonderful curves, and if it wasn't for the pants, I would say that she has beautiful legs. She was wearing a black wool blazer, with a white shirt underneath, black pants, and black high heeled shoes. I also see that she had her auburn hair tied in a bun, sharp amber eyes, and smooth skin. I'm starting to guess that she has some dominatrix tendencies on her, which it would be very kinky, and something I would enjoy very much. I was just going to drink the night away, but I'm willing to do someone like her. Got to be careful though, can't let it seem like I'm eager or something.

"Depends on who's asking?" I think it sounded smoothly, don't know if she likes them when they put a challenge, but I'll see. Wait a minute, now that I think about it, I don't sense any lust coming from her.

"Deborah Johnson, from the Department of Eldritch Extermination and Prevention." God fucking dammit, that explains the lack of emotion.

"Oh." Nope, don't want to deal with this, I just continue with my drink, and then I notice her lack of manners when she takes a seat on my table. "Yes, go ahead and take a seat on my table because I gave you permission. Yeah, nice show of character right there."

"I was assigned to you as your new partner." Says Deborah in the annoyingly monotone voice.

"You got the wrong person." That should do it, so I grab my glass, and continue with my drink. Well, I think it would make her go away, unless she has that one thing on her. I see her put a hand in one of her breast pockets and pulls out an amulet. Fucking hell, she had the damn amulet on her, and I see her whisper some words on it. They use things like that to find others of my kind, and that's just annoying. The round amulet starts to point at me with one of its crystals, kind of like a compass pointing north.

"I found the right person." If I didn't know any better, I would say that she was being smug about it. Crap, I can sense some people in the bar getting scared of me.

"Congratulations, you must be feeling pretty proud about yourself." Deborah starts to put the amulet away.

"I can't feel pride."

"I know, and I feel sorry for you."

"You don't."

"You're right, I don't." I really don't, I wouldn't even feel sorry if I found out that her whole family was killed in front of her when she was a child. I think I would have laughed about it. Wait, she's not saying anything else, I wonder what she's thinking in that little messed up head of hers.

"I must thank you." Says Deborah. Wait, what?

"For what?"

"For confirming something."

"And what's that?"

"Their warning about you."

"And what warning did they gave you about me?" This is something I got to hear.

"That you would be difficult."

"Kind of surprised that they said that." I really am, which makes it very suspicious.

"Actually, they said that you were, and I quote, 'a complete asshole'." There it is.

"Yeah, that's about right." I continue with my drink, she might leave if she notices that I'm ignoring her. Then, I hear a notification on my phone, I pull it out, and check who sent me a text. It was from the D.E.E.P, which makes me close my phone, and put it back in my pocket.

"Who was it?" Asks Deborah. I have to be honest, that's very meddlesome of her.

"No one important." Not important enough to stop me from enjoying my drink. That's when I hear another phone ringing, and it turns out to be Deborah's. She pulls it out of another pocket, and answers it. The conversation seems to be one-sided because she doesn't say anything for a full minute.

"Understood." Says Deborah, closes her phone, and puts it back in her pocket. "There's a situation not far from here, we have to leave immediately." She gets up from my table, but I refuse to leave.

"Let someone else handle it, it's my day off anyways." It's a lie, I don't have days off, but she probably doesn't know that.

"We are the closest to the scene, and they informed me that you would try to avoid your duty." It was worth a shot.

"Fucking hell. All right, let's go." I drink my drink in a single gulp and get up from my table. Deborah and I walk out of the bar together, which would have been nice, if it wasn't because of work.

"My car isn't far from here." Says Deborah, but I ignore her for a moment to let my senses tell me where I need to go.

"I'll get there quicker on my own."

"Very well, I'll meet you there." Deborah doesn't wait for my response and starts walking away. That's fine by me, didn't want to keep looking at her empty face anyways, especially since she just ruined a very nice evening for me. Honestly, I'm kind of pissed because some asshole decided to go crazy and start killing people. I need to let off some steam, and the only way to do that is to kill the shithead that decided to start causing trouble. I better get going before I get scolded, so I start running.


Author's note: I'm not sure if I should categorize it as a Horror story or an action one. So, let me know which one you think it should be in a review or PM. Thank you for your time, and I hope you enjoy.