Hello Everyone, once I get my creative juices back to make a sequel for the other story I will, until then it looks like I am going to be writing a multi-chapter story. Though as you know I hate having things short, so be prepared this is going to be a long one. Also, please remember words of encouragement are wonderful. I look forward to writing for you, I hope you look forward to reading what I write. Also, on later news I will be cleaning up the other story a bit, I just read over it myself and noticed missing periods and quotation marks. I plan to fix these things so the story appears to be more clean.

Demon's Hollow

-XOXOX-

At first look it is a void, an abyss; second is the deep and endless possibilities of what is inside.- Written by me for this story

-XOXOX-

I guess this is where I tell you my life has gotten easier since I have been at my new job. Honestly it should have been, but then as my unending amount of bad luck would have it, it seemingly got worse. I live in a apartment with my twin sister Lizzy, both of us work in the police force now. I just got a new position in a different division, it is a crime scene investigation position. I at first am happy with the position I am in.

That is when I met him, I passed him in the hallway yesterday and it sent a shock through me. It felt as though I had seen him before, like we had some sort of relationship; his eyes even lit up in recognition. I lost enough of my memories from my childhood to make up for it I suppose, he could have been in one of my lost memories. He is in a different division I suppose because I never see him.

"Alright all of you peons, time to get to work. There is a murder on 33rd and Lewis, let's get to it." This man has a thick american accent, a few of my co-workers say that he may be from Jersey. I don't know, then again, I don't know what the accent sounds like so I cannot judge.

It always seems like once a murder happens, all of us 'small frys', as the boss disdainfully puts it, run around like chickens with our heads cut off. This is our fourth murder this week, it always seems like by the time we get there everything has been gone through by the special division; the thing they tell us to do is to clean it up because they already finished the investigation. It is enough to give even the strongest of men nightmares, now-a-days too.

The bodies when we would clean them up they would be hacked to pieces and nearly destroyed. Occasionally we would find a whole piece of a body part, a arm here; a leg there.

Perhaps it's a good thing that the series of murders suddenly changed, I am really happy that they did, it really does make things easier on me. Though it doesn't mean that the murders have stopped, they have just changed in style. The first new murder to be discovered was outside our own front door. The body was full of toxins that I could tell meant that it had been poisoned or very sick, it was laying right outside the police headquarters and as luck would have it, my younger sister found the body when she was coming back to the call-center side of the office with a co-worker.

I was the first one to hear about it, I pulled my co-worker Trancy to come down with me to check it out. He is a chemical specialist and my official title is a Crime scene analyst. Even so when we got to the body, we both fought the need to vomit. The body held a brackish look to it and produced a smell mixed between sewer and a strong scent of grapes. It seemed very strange to me, though I had to fight back my laughter as Trancy opened up his case and asked me if we should have brought hazmat suits.

"At this point, I really doubt it would have helped if this is some strange outbreak of a disease. That is why you are here, to tell me if this is an outbreak or poison, we do not have much time; by now I am sure the other division knows what is going on." That prompted both of us to figure out what happened faster, afterall what would happen if they took over, I would never be able to put my sister's fears to rest; I know that this has to be eating at her.

"Okay you can rule out a disease, but I have no idea what type of poison this is, I am going to take a few samples back to the lab for examination. Who found the body by the way? I want to make sure the person who found it did not touch it with their bare fingers. I don't know if this toxin can be transferred via physical contact." I shuddered at the thought, then it hit me; did Lizzy touch the corpse?

"Lizzy found it while coming back from lunch with a co-worker, I don't know which one though. Hang on I thought you said this isn't a outbreak."

The look of shock that passed over his features was enough for me to realize he is just smoothing over all possibilities. "I am just trying to rule it out, and some toxins can be transferred by touch; they flow out of the pores and into another persons body via touch." And he lost me, but that is okay; I need to check on Lizzy.

I ran inside straight for the call center area, also known as dispatch, and let out a deep sigh I can see her from the doorway. She looks just fine, but where is her friend? "Excuse me, my current investigation is allowing me to pull Elizabeth and the co-worker she went to lunch with for questioning. I would like to have both, I will return them as soon as their questioning is done."

I said this as formally as possible, best to keep it short and to the point so others do not get any ideas. I sincerely wish my sister was not involved in this mess. It seems that the two of us can't escape these types of messes, so perhaps that is why we work in a area where crime is a regular thing? Though that has more to do with how our parents died, but I am not going to complain.

I had to force myself to stay silent and professional as Lizzy ran up to me with a worried look. "What is going on? Paula is not here, she ran to the bath about a half hour ago. I can go get her if you want."

I felt the need to shake my sister to death, I cannot lose her too. "Did she touch the body with bare skin?" After all, it could just be the shock of seeing a body in that kind of state.

"Actually, now that you mentioned it, I remember her checking for a pulse and then freaking out and tell me to call you. She hadn't said anything after that." Great, now I have caused my little sister to freak out. "She did not touch me afterwards, saying something about possibilities and that it wasn't meant for her, come to think of it she was acting really weird."

I made a mental note of everything she said then ran up to the lab I have to warn Trancy to be extra careful and to tell him what I found, of all days why did the boss choose today to take the day off. The thought sobered me up, was that the point? For it to happen when very few of us were here to deal with it? I hope not because I don't know how many more surprises I can take.

"Trancy, she-shit Paula, calm down and sit down there is no need to go after him." Can you reason with someone who is looking as brain dead as a walking corpse? At the moment she has Trancy cornered in the lab, she looks to be going after the samples. "Trancy she isn't after you, she wants the infected blood. It is what she is after, whatever you do do not let her touch you. SHe hasn't touched you yet has she?"

Trancy looked over at me and gave a intense glare, "I grabbed one of his cleaning solutions and looked at him, he seemed to be reading my mind as I tossed it he lunged under the table and towards me. Once out of the room I locked it behind us, Paula still screaming on the inside of the room. Where is that special division when you actually need them?

When you speak of the devil he shall come, or so the saying goes. I literally smashed face first into the dark haired male that caught my fancy in the division, "Uh sorry, wait no, we need your help. It looks like news did not get around fast enough for you guys. I think we have a walking corpse in our lab. We locked her in. Her name is Paula Midford."

"Your names? I am Sebastian Michaelis and this is Claude Faustus, we are investigators of the fifth division." I huffed there really is not such a thing as a fifth division, just our special ops, and it looks like we stumbled into one of their cases.

"Please hurry we are worried about an outbreak, I am sure even he will agree we will tell you all you want to know as long as you come back out of there. Don't get touched by her, if you get touched you will contract the toxins." Thank you Trancy for speaking for me, at the moment, looking up at the graceful man I found I had nothing to say. Or at least nothing that would come out right. I hope they come out safely, I really want to know more about this Sebastian Michaelis.

-XOXOXO

Okay everyone I thought I would leave it there, a very good cliffhanger. I like those after all. I am currently working on my sequel for my other story 'Muse', so happy days. Sorry this one is so short I am working on two stories at once, so bear with me, this is my first multi-chapter story, please let me know how I did.

Demon's Hollow