Saving me.

Case one: Creatures of the night. Part one.

To outsiders, it would seem that the dark-haired man was tapping mindlessly on the stack of papers at his desk but believe it or not, Sasha was tapping his pen to the beat of one of Nickelback’s songs. Telling which one would be violating some copyright laws.

He had his socked feet up on the corner of his old desk as he continue rocking his chair and tapping his pent to the beat of the song. Behind him all in neat little rows were the famed pictures of his family.

Two bothers.

One sister.

A cat and a turtle.

Mom and Dad.

A few nieces and nephews and a brother-in-law and a sister-in-law.

All happy moments captured forever in snapshots. Even the current Rochelle detective was in some of them. One of them had him feeding his little niece as she sat in his crossed legs and looking up at him like he was going to see her bottle as he smiled big for the camera.

There was a huge reason why all of his family pictures were downstairs in his office, instead of upstairs in his old family home. But to get him to acknowledge that reason was to get him acknowledge that he should have been more careful with who he chooses to date.

Two years after the fact, Sasha still wouldn’t give a reason why his left eye has a scar sliced through it, that it was useless even with the aid of glasses. Or how he got that ugly jagged scar on his belly.

But that and the reason why there were no family picture upstairs was the main two topics that no-one spoke about when Rochelle was anywhere within hearing distance.

But right now, Sasha Rochelle was just relaxing, listening to his favorites songs on his CD player and hoping to God that no-one comes in with a case.

Yeah sure, the agency could use som- a lot of money right now. It was dangerous to flush one of the toilets. There’s the bill to that Chinese herb shop that needs paying off. The heater’s busted. Again.

And that’s not even skimming off the top.

But Sasha learn after becoming a supernatural detective, more like mercenary/bounty hunter for all things demonic or otherwise, he was not really cut out for this job.

He really does bruise easily and has a very squish stomach, especially when it comes to demon and human entails splattered against walls and all over him.

Washing all that out of his clothes does not make for a fun Friday night either.

Since Mister Rochelle was totally engrossed in the music bursting in his ears, he didn’t hear or see someone entering his office. The person walked up behind the steel grey haired man with a very annoyed scowl on his tan yellow skinned face and hands on his hips.

With one swift kick from the angry blue-hair demon, the rolling chair was knocked right from under poor unsuspecting Sasha. Who fell to the ground with a sudden “Whoa!’ and landed right on his tailbone with hissed wince.

“Now that I got your attention.” Sang Ki spoke as he placed a piece of paper on the already the paper wasteland that was the surface of the youngish detective’s desk, fully ignoring the ’I will maim and rape you’ glare coming from his boss’s steel blue eyes.

Then he took his place beside the desk while Sasha stood up, rubbing his poor abused tail-bone before moving his chair back close to his desk and taking a careful seat back on it.

“I have a grieving father out in the lobby. He wants you to find his daughter’s killer and bring back his teeth.” Rochelle gave him a confused look.

“His teeth? And I don’t kill humans, no matter how crazed they are.” He cracked his neck by moving it sharply to the right then sharply to the left.

“A vampire.” Then the river sprite nodded at the door for a someone to come in.

The someone was a middle-aged man that wore dirty jean pants and matching jacket with a red fennel shirt underneath and had short salt-and-pepper hair and gruff looking face. Odds are that this man was a blue-collar worker that either fixed cars in a garage or a truck driver due to the faint faded small of gasoline and oil.

“Rochelle?” He offered his hand to the steel grey haired man who just continue to look at him under layered long bangs. The man pulled his hand back with an embarrassed chuckle and just sat down in one of the black faux leather chairs that faced the detective.

“I’m Max Goron. My daughter, Lizzie was found about a week ago in a dumpster. Blood completely drained out of her.” He placed the manila folder that he had brought in with him on the desk which Sang Ki took into his own hands and gave it to his boss.

“As you can see.” As Sasha pulled out the pictures of girl between the ages of fifteen and eighteen with two punctured holes in either their inner thighs or on their left breast near the heart. “Three girls, besides my Lizzie, were also found blood completely drained.”

“And you want me to find the vamp or vamps that did this and stake them. Correct?” Never looking away from the pictures, analyzing on the punctured holes, trying to make a match in the data bank in his mind.

Goron nodded his head, licking his dry cracked lips. “Yessir, but I want the sumbitch’s fangs so I know that he’s not making another father going through this like I am and the other three fathers.” His rough calloused hands rubbed together nervously.

The blue haired, opal-eyed demon that stood beside the other man like a trained pet kept looking at him like he was an insect. Why would a demon killer have demons working for him anyway?

“I’ll do this job for you but my services don’t come cheap, Mr. Goron.” Finally, Sasha lifted his steel blue eyes up away from the pictures and focused them on the potential client.

Those steel blue eyes nearly send chills down the poor man’s back. They weren’t human eyes. One of them was of a lighter shade of blue with rough pink-white line running from the tip of the eyebrow down to the cheekbone and both with the pupils more diamond sharp then the common round.

Could this man be half-demon?

“Yes.” Goron nodded, trying to focus his own eyes somewhere away from the inhuman eyes of the detective. “I was told that you don’t work cheap. I cleaned out my savings account and borrowed some money from friends to pay you.” He pulled out a folded piece of paper from a coat pocket and placed it on the desk like he had with the manila folder.

And like the folder, the river sprite picked up the folded check and gave it to his boss. Who in turn took one look at the amount on the check before giving it back to his assistance.

“I’ll take it but you do know how many vampires and vampire nests there are in Lex Domingo? It will take a few days to find the vamp’s home and maybe a day more to actually put a stake in it’s heart.” Sasha leaned back in his chair, putting the heel of his shoe on the edge on the desk and laced his hands over his stomach.

“Just kill the bastard and gimme his fucking teeth.” Finally, the man find some courage to slammed his hands flat on the desk and looked at the steel haired man in the eyes.

With a slight upturn of the corner of his lip, Sasha agreed to the job.

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