Kale's POV
I pushed open the door after unlocking all five locks outside the door then walked in and locked all five locks inside. No harm being extra cautious when you live in a neighborhood like mine.
The city of Vancouver was swarmed with criminals, some hiding in the shadows and some boldly doing their business with no concern about getting arrested. Granville is not exactly a nice place even among other back streets and things would some times get pretty ugly. I am however not going to give up on free accomodation just because of some low lives who think messing with other people would make them feel better about their insignificant lives.
I sat down on the dusty old couch, very comfortable with how uncomfortable it was. Despite cleaning nearly a thousand times, the Couch cushions still flaked thereby making it dusty. I leaned my head back on the chair as I recalled everything that happened today, a small smile forming on my face.
Damn, My little angel looked so cute wet from head to toe, if only she wasn't wet with other people's fluids .....ahh, she looked so gorgeous in that crop top and jean shorts. I just want to hide her and shield her from the world. That kind of body should be banned from public display, good thing I gave her my hoodie.
I hummed in satisfaction at the memory of my little angel covered with my hoodie, something I had just been wearing. It almost felt like I was wrapping my second skin around her. I chuckled at the thought.
"In any case...." My eyes landed on the film I took from the previous perp and I stood up walking to my table to grab it. "I should burn this" I muttered turning the film around under the receding sunlight but then something caught my eye. It was a crest, a mouth wide open baring sharp fangs while a long tongue stuck out, ingrained into the bottom part of the film and I squinted my eyes trying to read out the tiny figures that were written inside the mouth-shaped crest on the tongue.
"Lux obscurabitur-" that's latin shit right there I thought throwing the film into the metal trash can along with a lighted match stick setting the film and all the other contents of the trashcan aflame. I couldn't be bothered to read a language completely alien to me for no reason.
With that done, I started unbuttoning my shirt as I headed to the shower to take a cold bath, not because I loved the cold, but because a heater was too fucking expensive.
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Third Person POV
Deep in an underground cave, numerous people scurried from one place to another carrying out different activities. Everyone was working harder than they usually would as their supervisor barked out orders, the tension in the air standing out.
Finral, the supervisor, felt more pressure compared to every other person in the room as a pair of dark, obscure, overbearing eyes stared fixedly at him. If he wasn't an ancient himself, he would have passed out from fright.
Finral's short moment of reprieve was cut off when one new worker carrying a laptop tripped and fell sending the laptop flying before landing in one of the big liquid filled glass containers lined up at the side of the damp earth room. Finral's eyebrows almost flew out of his hairline and his eyes widened in horror.
the fucking newbie, he thought as he stomped over to the panicking newbie
"Fucking newbie, can't you walk like a fucking person and stop tripping all over the damn place?!" He exclaimed both angry and nervous as he kicked the worker in the gut. Ordinarily, he wouldn't get so worked up over a mess up like this but he had eyes, very unsettling ones, watching him and he was very nervous. The worker wheezed in pain not daring to make any louder noise as he quickly stumbled to his feet.
"I deeply apologize sir, please don't fire me. I'll do well to not be a nuisance in the future" he apologized hastily while bowing at angle ninety despite the searing pain in his gut. Finral clicked his tongue frowning, "who do you think you are telling me not fire you, huh?!" He scolded stepping closer to the trembling worker who could only apologize repeatedly while maintaining his position.
"Fin" A deep baritone voice resonated throughout the cave and everywhere went silent. Finral froze where he was letting out an inaudible shaky breath before turning round to look up at the tall dark figure standing on the suspended metal passage way that lead to the elevator.
"Y-Yes Master?" He answered causing the dark figure to grin devilishly, Finral shook as a shiver ran down his spine.
"Leave the worker alone. After all, he's new right?" The figure stretched out a gloved hand gesturing for Finral to come, Finral's eyes widened in complete understanding and he grit his teeth in bitterness.
Fucking newbie, I wish I could just cut him down. Finral stared at the receding back of the worker he had just dismissed, maybe I will. He thought his purple eyes darkening.
"Fin" the mysterious person called out again no longer smiling and this time, Finral hurried to run over to the person making use of his inhumane speed until he was at the person's side. He could now see the person's handsome face that had been obscured by the shadows around the spot where they stood and he felt intimidated.
The person's hand automatically found its way to the back of Finral's neck where he held on tightly, "Fin, who is responsible for recruiting and hiring new workers?" The man questioned lightly caressing the edge of Finral's dark brown hair, "it is I master" Finral replied suppressing a shiver. "Good, and when a worker ends up incompetent, who is responsible?" The person asked slowly tilting Finral's head to the side so his pale-looking neck was exposed. Finral clasped his hands together tightly and bit his lip, "it is also I, master" he answered in a quiet voice and the person grinned apparently pleased as he placed his head in the exposed crook of Finral's neck inhaling the scent of his skin.
"Very good Fin, so you'll accept your punishment right?" The person muttered, his elongated fangs slightly grazed the white skin as he spoke and without waiting for a reply, he sunk them into Finral's neck drawing blood. Finral bit his lip to suppress any reaction as tears pooled in his eyes,
"Yes Master Damian"
.....3 hours timeskip.....
Finral's lashes fluttered as he slowly regained consciousness. He was greeted with the sight of Damian sitting on the couch of his office dressed in his usual black suit and could only stare admiring the handsome man.
"If you're up, stand up and get over here. I have something to discuss with you" Damian spoke immediately Finral blinked his eyes open. His (Finral's) body was covered in blood although the wounds from which they had poured out from were already healed thanks to Damian, probably, and he was shackled.
Finral sighed getting up shakily to take the key to his shackles from a nearby tabletop and using it to free himself. The heavy metal made a loud clanging sound as it dropped to the ground and Finral rubbed his bruised wrist walking over to sit on the ground beside Damian where a bowl of water and a white cloth sat.
"Clean yourself up" Damian instructed flipping a page of the book he was reading as he sat cross legged on the couch, his lond dark hair falling on either sides of his neck. Finral sighed as he picked up the wet towel and began wiping himself starting from his hair that now stuck together because of dried blood.
"How did it go?" Damian suddenly asked, "he was killed" Finral responded in complete understanding. Damian's finger paused before flipping the page, "a level two shapeshifter killed? By who?" He muttered. Finral shrugged, "his face was battered, but according to the autopsy, he died from decomposition of the organs" he replied and Damian closed the book he was reading folding his arms.
"It seems our target isn't as easy as we thought" Finral added, "no, he is just an ignorant fool unaware of what he is and of the power he possesses. If at all he was responsible, it wouldn't be to his knowledge" Damian corrected. "send a team this time, all level three. We should take into account the fact that we're not the only ones after him" he continued standing up, Finral looked up his eyes following him, "in that case, shouldn't we just kill him in the field rather than bringing him into custody?" He asked and Damian looked down at him, "the elders simply want him dead, they wouldn't mind the absence of a dead body" he said turning back around.
"Don't forget my earlier instruction, Fin" he added as he exited the room, Fin's mind flashed with a memory of something that occured just an hour ago right before he passed out and his purple eyes watered.
"Yes Master" he mumbled bowing as Damian finally left the room.