"This is it, my first case in the field" Elena thought to herself. She read the files, seen the photographs and had every document they had on this man on her desk. She had trained for this moment her entire life, but it was nothing like her imagination. Reality was setting in, and seeing the charred body of this woman did not help her stomach. Fighting to keep her breakfast down Elena shut her eyes and tried not to focus on the smell. "Focus on what you can see" She told herself opening her eyes again. Something was off, the entire body was set on fire but the table did not have even a burn mark. Looking around the room she frowned. Nothing in the entire room had so much of a stain expect for the body. "Do we know what he used to start the flame?" She asked as she examined the body. "Nope, I sent a sample of the burnt tissue to the lab, we should know in an hour or two," the voice stated back. "She was already dead, why did he have to set her on fire?" The question lingered in the air for a moment before his voice answered back.
"He is covering his tracks" Damon answered shaking the table with the bottom of his boot, the woman's head dropped rolling underneath the table. "That's sick," Elena said as she stepped back from the table. Her gaze shot toward the man. He was handsome, deep black hair with bright oceanic eyes. A strong jaw and a smile that was to die for, he could have been an actor or a model easily but here he was trapped in this world filled of death and mystery. "At least this one wasn't alive while he tore her apart." His face made a weird gesture, his lips pushed to the side and his eyes lay on the body. Tossing something into the air Elena scrambled to catch it. "He left that in her throat" Damon said reaching under the table to get the head. It was a small, rusty, dirty little thing. A metal carving of an angel rusted over with stains of blood on it. The plastic bag it laid on did nothing to contain the burning smell as Elena held it up to the light. "Can I get some gloves over here" She heard Damon say from under the table. "What does it mean?" She asked watching the light reflect off what little surface wasn't covered in blood and rust. Mesmerized for a moment she smiled, out of the corner of her eye she saw him standing there. Tall and confident watching her every move, his body twisted as he strode out of sight and Elena pushed the small bag into her pocket. "There is nothing we can do from here, lets wrap this up. I got a killer to find." For a brief moment she looked to him and their eyes met, for a few uncountable seconds that seemed like lifetimes Damon simply just looked at her.
Elena asked putting her hands on her waist. He smiled, snake like and cocky. With a small nod he pulled the door open and got inside. It was a metallic black, 1967 Ford Mustang with a green trim. The engine roared and the powerful machine came to life. "Nice," the words flowed off her tongue and she wished she could take it back. She didn't want him to know she liked the car but it was too late. "Yeah, I won it off a friend of mine. He really sucks at poker," he said above the thunderous engine. Shrugging, Elena leaned into the window and examined the interior. "Yeah but this thing gets what, 3 miles a gallon? Must cost you a fortune to keep this thing filled," her catty words stung and she saw him roll his eyes. "If you need a ride Elena I'd be more than happy to oblige." His words made her blush slightly and the sound of his chuckle under the thunderous engine was proof that he was beginning to enjoy toying with her, in fact she knew without a doubt this banter would go on and on with no end in sight. "I have my own ride, thanks" She replied rolling her eyes at the man, stepping away from the car she pulled her keys from her pocket twirling them around her finger. He leaned over and handed her something through the window. It was small, black. A business card, taking it from him she looked it over. "Call me if anything comes up, or you change your mind about that ride." His words made her blush harder and he pushed his black aviators onto his face not before he gave her a wink. His car pulled off in a puff of dust and dirt and Elena ran her fingers along the edge of the card. "Damon Salvatore" She said to herself.
Her car was nothing compared to Damon's, a hand me down from her aunt who got it from her sister. An old beat up dark blue Honda, frankly that's all she knew about it. It was dusty, it was old it got her around, that's all she cared about. But seeing Damon's sleek classic car made her a bit jealous. Everything about the man was attractive, his looks, his presence, his car even his business looked better than hers and half the town. Sitting at the bar she held her glass, the cold amber fluid inside it swirled around the bottom. "Need a re-fill" A voice said bringing her down to reality. Matt was a good guy, and a better friend his life was hard and it was about to get worse. He stood there smiling at her drying off a mug with a towel that hung over his shoulder. Tapping the brown folder on the counter next to her she looked up to him "No I'm fine" Her shoulders popped up and she forced a smile. "Why don't you have a drink with me" She asked. "I can't drink Elena I'm working" Biting her lip she frowned "But you own the bar" She replied. Smiling he placed the mug down and poured himself a drink.
