Selene sank down into the couch in hers and Michael's living room and turned on her small laptop. She quickly opened up a search bar and typed in L.A. private investigators. They had just returned home from NCIS headquarters and the team there could not do anything to find Damien, not having any clues to go by.
So it was up to Selene to find the would-be assassin. The laptop pinged indicating the search was done. There was only one hit.
Mick St. John was preparing for a date with his girlfriend Beth Turner when there came an urgent knock at the door. He strode over to the display panel and saw a dark haired woman, with an exceptionally dark look on her face. He let her in, introducing himself, "my name is Mick St. John. What do you-" he cut himself off as he caught a strong smell of vampire in the air, being a vampire himself he didn't think much of it, but a startled look came across the woman's face as she came to the conclusion that they were both vampires. Immediately she whipped a gun out and pointed it in Mick's direction.
"Who are you?" the woman demanded,
"Shouldn't I be asking you the same miss?" Mick said, mildly frightened at the woman reaction. "My name is Mick St. John. I'm a detective and a vampire as you can already tell. I won't hurt you."
"How do I know you're not a death dealer?"
"What's a death dealer?" Mick asked she visibly relaxed as he said this.
"Death dealers, " she said "are warrior vampyres. They fight against the lycans in Hungary."
"Lycans?" Mick asked "what are lycans?"
"And you call yourself a vampyre!" Selene said, surprised, "I guess they aren't as well-known here. A lycan is what you would call a werewolf."
"They exist? Wow. So why did you come here. I suppose you didn't come for me to do any detective work. "
"Actually I did. The police and government can't find my husband's shooter and you are the only person that showed on the Google search. You evidently are the only p.i. in this area."
"Well then let's get to work."