Detectives Obsession and the Mysterious Vixen: A Deadly Game of Cat and Mouse
Chapter 2: "I have to climb your wall 'cause you're the one who makes me feel..."
The busy sound of phones ringing and papers shuffling filled the precinct as a lulling background noise that every officer and detective had grown accustomed to. Despite the drug addict that had to be dragged through the office to his awaited cell in handcuffs and eventually shown the effects of a stun gun, today seemed lazily uneventful.
Dane sat at his desk in the center of the sluggish haze, tapping a pen to his lower lip with his feet resting next to his sleek desktop computer as he absentmindedly relived the night before. Once Vixen oh-so-hotly came in his lap from his mere touch, she gasped with wide eyes and ran backstage leaving him to the awed but ever-jealous crowd of lustful men. He left the club immediately but not without once again receiving the most murderous glares from that mob guy, Gedeon? Once he made it outside to the fresh air Cinder City provided –which wasn't so much fresh just fresher than the smoke of the club- he dazedly walked the streets, hiding his erection until he found his loft and passed out on his couch from exhaustion. And I'm not even drunk, he'd thought to himself. Whoever that woman was –Vixen, her voice purred in his head- she'd really been the most amazing woman he'd ever met or will ever meet. Thoughts of her smooth legs under his strong hands still ran through his mind as his partner, Will, approached his desk and slapped down a massive file onto his desk. "Looks like our guy, Javier, hired a not-so-loyal bodyguard. The guy was found dead in his suite in a pool of his own blood, or at least what was left of it," said Will, eyeing the half-vacant look in Dane's eyes. He was like that sometimes, always watching closely trying to pin down answers without asking. Even now he was getting that barely noticeable squint given away by the crow's feet surrounding his deep gray eyes. Dane mentally shook off the sound of the siren's cries of pleasure and took the file in his hands, flipping it open to see its contents.
"What makes you think it was a bodyguard?" asked Dane.
"I don't," replied Will, still suspicious, "But coroners can't seem to find any evidence otherwise. There's no sign of a break-in, not even any shots fired-"
"Then how-"
"They were all cut down with a blade of some kind, most likely a sword," Will cut him off. Dane couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
"Now I'm interested," he rose from his chair and donned his jacket. Will followed as they made their way out the precinct to their car, a black Chevy Impala that Dane absolutely obsessed over. He sauntered over to the driver's side door but was stopped by Will who twirled the keys around his forefinger with a grin, the crinkles around his eyes showing themselves once more. Dane gave a sigh and patted the hood. "One day, ol' girl," he said with a smile as he dropped into the passenger seat. "The old man has to give out sooner or later. Then you will be aaaall mine," he caressed the leather dashboard. Will rolled his eyes and the engine roared to life.
His essence was easy to pick out from the hectic noise that flooded the city from her vantage point on top of the tallest skyscraper. Vixen came here often the listen out for her targets using her sensitive hearing and ability to feel the energies, or auras, of others. Now, she could sense him nearby and followed the pull to an apartment building, catching up just in time to see him drive a black motorcycle into an underground parking garage. She calmly jumped from the five story ledge of the building across the street, reaching out in time to get a firm grasp on the neck of a street light and drop down silently without notice. After a few minutes of waiting, she was able to trace his energy to the eighth floor. She sensed no one else with him. Good.
Vixen had spent the entire day at home waiting for any news from the organization about the police department's progress on last night's mission. They hadn't discovered any information leading back to her or the organization as usual and could only conclude that the murderer used a sword to do the damage and had taken a few pints of blood but they did not find any other puncture wounds indicating a needle. As they tried to uncover where the blood had gone to, Vixen soaked in a luxuriously expensive bathtub surrounded by candles and the lulling sounds of Matthew Bellany's voice slurring out the lyrics of "Feeling Good" from the stereo as she sipped the surprisingly clean blood of Javier from a gold-rimmed champagne glass. So the drug lord stayed away from the merchandise, she mused.
From upstairs, she could hear him give a long sigh and the sound of water running. Unable to help herself, Vixen jumped up to the balcony of his apartment in a single bound, landing soundlessly on a forest green sofa that smelled heavily of rainwater and coal that she hadn't seen from below. She could smell his scent in the thick fabric and was pleased that she couldn't catch the scent of another's. Either he lived here alone or his roommates –or girlfriend- really didn't like this couch very much. At that moment, she saw his tall figure emerge from a door at THE END
The busy sound of phones ringing and papers shuffling filled the precinct as a lulling background noise that every officer and detective had grown accustomed to. Despite the drug addict that had to be dragged through the office to his awaited cell in handcuffs and eventually shown the effects of a stun gun, today seemed lazily uneventful.
Dane sat at his desk in the center of the sluggish haze, tapping a pen to his lower lip with his feet resting next to his sleek desktop computer as he absentmindedly relived the night before. Once Vixen oh-so-hotly came in his lap from his mere touch, she gasped with wide eyes and ran backstage leaving him to the awed but ever-jealous crowd of lustful men. He left the club immediately but not without once again receiving the most murderous glares from that mob guy, Gedeon? Once he made it outside to the fresh air Cinder City provided –which wasn't so much fresh just fresher than the smoke of the club- he dazedly walked the streets, hiding his erection until he found his loft and passed out on his couch from exhaustion. And I'm not even drunk, he'd thought to himself. Whoever that woman was –Vixen, her voice purred in his head- she'd really been the most amazing woman he'd ever met or will ever meet. Thoughts of her smooth legs under his strong hands still ran through his mind as his partner, Will, approached his desk and slapped down a massive file onto his desk. "Looks like our guy, Javier, hired a not-so-loyal bodyguard. The guy was found dead in his suite in a pool of his own blood, or at least what was left of it," said Will, eyeing the half-vacant look in Dane's eyes. He was like that sometimes, always watching closely trying to pin down answers without asking. Even now he was getting that barely noticeable squint given away by the crow's feet surrounding his deep gray eyes. Dane mentally shook off the sound of the siren's cries of pleasure and took the file in his hands, flipping it open to see its contents.
"What makes you think it was a bodyguard?" asked Dane.
"I don't," replied Will, still suspicious, "But coroners can't seem to find any evidence otherwise. There's no sign of a break-in, not even any shots fired-"
"Then how-"
"They were all cut down with a blade of some kind, most likely a sword," Will cut him off. Dane couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
"Now I'm interested," he rose from his chair and donned his jacket. Will followed as they made their way out the precinct to their car, a black Chevy Impala that Dane absolutely obsessed over. He sauntered over to the driver's side door but was stopped by Will who twirled the keys around his forefinger with a grin, the crinkles around his eyes showing themselves once more. Dane gave a sigh and patted the hood. "One day, ol' girl," he said with a smile as he dropped into the passenger seat. "The old man has to give out sooner or later. Then you will be aaaall mine," he caressed the leather dashboard. Will rolled his eyes and the engine roared to life.
His essence was easy to pick out from the hectic noise that flooded the city from her vantage point on top of the tallest skyscraper. Vixen came here often the listen out for her targets using her sensitive hearing and ability to feel the energies, or auras, of others. Now, she could sense him nearby and followed the pull to an apartment building, catching up just in time to see him drive a black motorcycle into an underground parking garage. She calmly jumped from the five story ledge of the building across the street, reaching out in time to get a firm grasp on the neck of a street light and drop down silently without notice. After a few minutes of waiting, she was able to trace his energy to the eighth floor. She sensed no one else with him. Good.
Vixen had spent the entire day at home waiting for any news from the organization about the police department's progress on last night's mission. They hadn't discovered any information leading back to her or the organization as usual and could only conclude that the murderer used a sword to do the damage and had taken a few pints of blood but they did not find any other puncture wounds indicating a needle. As they tried to uncover where the blood had gone to, Vixen soaked in a luxuriously expensive bathtub surrounded by candles and the lulling sounds of Matthew Bellany's voice slurring out the lyrics of "Feeling Good" from the stereo as she sipped the surprisingly clean blood of Javier from a gold-rimmed champagne glass. So the drug lord stayed away from the merchandise, she mused.
From upstairs, she could hear him give a long sigh and the sound of water running. Unable to help herself, Vixen jumped up to the balcony of his apartment in a single bound, landing soundlessly on a forest green sofa that smelled heavily of rainwater and coal that she hadn't seen from below. She could smell his scent in the thick fabric and was pleased that she couldn't catch the scent of another's. Either he lived here alone or his roommates –or girlfriend- really didn't like this couch very much. At that moment, she saw his tall figure emerge from a door at THE END
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