Chapter 1: Unforseen Discovery
Five minutes of his shift left. The night was uneventful and unusually quiet. It was just his first week in this town and he had already enough. His talent was wasted in this small town. He knew he had pissed off the Ash or he wouldn't' be sitting here now in a police car in the middle of nowhere. Everything went downhill since the „incident". It was only the influence of his oldest friend that saved him from years in the dungeon, the same friend who wanted him to be send here for unknown reasons. Since he was here his police work consisted of patrolling streets where never anything happened, writing reports about minor theft attempts and helping kids in the morning to cross the street. He was a special detective. Strong, smart and the perfect hunter not a fucking school crossing guard.
His body tingled with unused energy. He needed to do something, anything to get it out of his veins. His body demanded action, he wanted to hunt, to fight or to do atleast something. He looked out of the windshield and saw the moon shining in full bloom. It was a beautiful night.
Another look at his watch. Two minutes left. Not long until he could finally change this damn car for stroll in the woods.
One minute. Before he realized that anything was wrong he was being forcefully pulled out of his car. He wanted to rip his attacker apart. How did he dare? How could his defenses be so sloppy? Nobody ever sneaked up on him like that, but before he could do anything a strange warmth flooded him, washing his anger away. Lips, a pull at his insides and he lost consciousness.
He woke up fully satisfied. Weary but physically unharmed he slowly stood up. His legs were still a little wobbly. He was sure that his attacker must have taken some energy from him. Enough to let him pass out, but not so much to kill him.
"What the... Ungh...How long..." He looked at his watch. 40 minutes. What the hell had just happened? All he remembered was how he felt pure bliss and then nothing. Did the man...? He checked himself. Everything seemed fine. A deep sigh escaped his lips and is replaced by a smug grin. Finally things got interesting. Whatever or whoever attacked him was definitely not human, meaning that he was finally in his element.
"I'll get you..." a predatory grin plastered his face. He closed his now yellow glowing eyes and concentrated. Slowly he breathed some air, sniffed, tried to find the scent he was looking for. It wasn't easy. Too many different smells made it impossible to distinguish the one he was looking for. He growled and crouched down, maybe a change of positions would do anything. But when he took a better look at the ground he saw something. A blood trail almost not visible in the dim streetlight. He grabbed his flashlight from the glove compartment and followed the trail as quickly as his weakened body allowed him to.
The trail stopped in front of a house not far from his car. The door was open. He slowly entered the dark hallway. More blood. He knew what he had to expect and he didn't like it. It meant a lot of paperwork when a feeding got wrong especially in a small town like this one. A family picture on the wall. He cursed. A single person was easy to cover up but a whole family? Children? Not so easy. It always got to him when children were involved. No matter how rough and stoic he always seemed, started to crumble as soon as kids were involved. He could care less about a human getting killed. Messy kills only meant paperwork, but the little ones made him want to protect them no matter what. It was like chicken. Grown up they taste delicious no one feels bad about killing them it's what they were born for, but a fluffy little chick? Nobody could harm such a little ball of fluff. He shook his head. Where was that coming from?
It didn't take long for his eyes to change into "night vision" to reveal a body lying between hall and what was the living room. It was a female body with the most unnatural and psychotic grin plastered in her face. Her skin was ashen, clothes disheveled and partly ripped in pieces. He saw something like that only once. Combining this with the attack earlier, he was sure what or who did this. He kneeled down checking the pulse even though he knew it was pointless, but he had to be sure.
What was an Incubus doing here? He never heard of one feeding outside the cities and leaving bodies around was very rare too. Succubus and Incubus were masters at hiding their tru nature, attractive to almost everyone but also deadly. A sigh escaped his throat. Messed up creatures. Draining life energy to survive in just such a distasteful way. He shuddered. He never met a Succubus but he was sure whenever he would see one he would get as far away as he could or he would punch her. Extreme, but they creeped him out. And there weren't many things that accomplished that.
Just when he wanted to call the specialist to clean this mess up he heard something. A whimper just from the living room. He put his phone away walking into the room looking the way he heard the whimper. In the middle of the room sat a little girl not older than six. Long, curly, dark brown hair framed her tear filled face. Some nasty cuts spoiled her beautiful porcelain face. She cried miserably. Her arms hugging her knees tightly against her chest.
On the one side he is relieved that somebody survived on the other side it complicated things.
Mumbling pulled him out of his thoughts. He turned his head to see another child (or was she already a teenager? He never really knew with these humans) kneeling at the floor cradling the lifeless body of a very young boy in her arms.
"I'm sorry, so sorry. I was too late... Oh god. Paul... Sorry... I shouldn't... I...It's all my fault..." tears were flooding down her eyes like little waterfalls. Her voice was thick of pain and regret, stroking lovingly his cheek, smearing blood over his face in the attempt. She rocked im back and forth like a baby. The boy couldn't have been older than two. That grin. Oh god. How could he do that to a small boy?
"Fucking Incubus" he growled low.
The girl turned her head. Deep brown eyes sank deep into his. Her blonde hair is tainted with crimson streaks. Blood. Everywhere. He saw it, he smelled it all over her, her clothes were soaked with it, lines of blood still trickling out of uncared wounds leaving a puddle on the floor.
The blondes eyes fixed him for a second a swirl of emotions sparked behind them. Carefully but quick she laid the boy down and grabbed for the knife still lying beside her. He saw it took a lot of strength for her to stand up. Her right hand on the knife while her left arm pressed firmly against her abdomen. Taking a better look he saw the large gash across her stomach, her arm being the only thing to keep her insides where they should be. He had seen a lot in his life but the picture of the thirteen year old in front of him, desperately grasping at conciousness in a pain he couldn't imagine, made him sick to the stomach.
How she was still alive was a miracle.
"Who... are... you...?" she panted, taking slowly position in front of the younger girl to protect her, shakily pointing the knife at him.
"I'm detective Dyson Thornwood" He showed her his badge, slowly making step towards her.
"Po...lice? Why?" she blinked fighting the fatigue.
He decided to leave out that he was attacked and only told her that he followed a blood trail.
She seemed to believe him and lowered the knife. She slowly sat down the floor.
"Lori" the brunette squeaked sitting in front of the blonde.
"I'm fine Ivy... just... tired." The blonde tried to form a reassuring smile but failed.
"You are hurt" 'Lori' said, cupping the smaler ones cheek.
The detective decided to call an ambulance. Human or not, but the human girl had to get medical attention no matter the circumstances. The second he wanted to call something strange happened.
The blondes thumb started glowing, the cuts on Ivy seemed to disappear.
"What the heck?" there was no way that the girl was just a human. A hybrid? Or Fae? A normal hospital was out of question.
Her eyes glowed golden like the aura of energy pulsating through her fingers, healing the flesh under it without leaving marks. Her body started shaking, blood pooled out of her eyes and her mouth. She screamed from the pain and finally lost the battle of conciousness.
Without thinking Dyson took the lifeless body in his arms. He only hoped that he wasn't too late.
A/N: Thanks for reading. You can probably guess who the girl is. This is my first lost girl fanfic and also the first one I wrote in english. English is not my mothertongue so i hope it isn't that bad. So I'm happy about every Feedback I get to improve my writing.