Title: The Dark Angel
Authors: The Bloodsuckers
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Petfly productions; they are only mine to borrow.
Author's notes: I hope that you enjoy this story and I would love some constructive criticism, it will only make this story and my others better.
The Dark Angel
Chapter 1
In the city of Cascade, Washington, a large black police captain sits at his desk wondering to himself, "What the hell is goin' on in this city?" His name was Captain Simon Banks and he headed the major crimes unit of the Cascade Police Department. He was a cigar smoking man with a tendency to be intimidating by yelling, strange coming from a man who wore glasses and a shirt and tie everyday. "Why are all these people dying and getting sick? Why can't they remember how they got all of those cuts and bruises? If I only knew what was going on so I could stop it."
Just then two men knocked on Simon's door and walked in, closing the door with the frosted glass and the painted words 'Simon Banks, Captain,' behind them. The older of the two was tall and muscular. His hair was brown in a crew cut and his eyes were blue like a pool of water. His face was narrow and he was wearing khaki pants and a dark green turtle neck that was tucked in with a brown belt. The other man was quite different. He had long, curly, dark brown hair that stopped just at his shoulders. He had sideburns on his oval face, a square jaw, and blue eyes. He was smaller than the first gentleman, and alternative in the way he dressed, acted, and the music he listened to. With torn, patched jeans and tie dyed shirts, he looked like he stepped right out or the sixties including his earrings and his study of Sentinels. In the police station, Jim, the older man, was a police detective and Blair, the younger, smaller man, was an observer. In reality, Jim was a Sentinel with hyper senses and Blair was his guide.
"Hey, Jim, you don't look so good. Are you feeling okay?" Simon said.
"Yeah, why?"
"You're as white as a sheet! Jim, I know you want to crack this case, but if you don't feel good, then go home. I need you well, not half dead. How are your senses?" Simon said concerned about his best detective.
"I FEEL fine." Jim insisted, loudly and annoyed.
"Fine." Simon said. "What did you find out from the lab?"
"Well," Blair cut in excitedly, "the forensic pathologist said that the wounds are definitely bites, but she had never seen anything like them before. She also said that they are absolutely not human. You should see these things! They look like two swelled up purple bumps with holes in the middle. Oh, yeah, they're infected too. She said that the infection is most likely the cause of death. They didn't get the medical attention they needed. Not to mention, most of the bodies suffered some kind of plasma drainage."
"The bruises on the victims are from a struggle. These people saw whatever was coming and put up a fight. But, none of the people know who, what, when, where, why, and how." Jim cut in as he sat down on one of the chairs in Simon's cluttered office. He was slouching with his head in his hands.
"That's strange," Simon said.
"Yeah, I know," Jim and Blair said together.
"You know, the only things that I could think of that drink blood are vampires and vampire bats," Jim shot Blair an annoyed look.
"Come on, chief. This isn't a horror flick! This is real life and I don't know if your mom told you, but vampires, ghosts, and goblins just don't exist!"
"Can it you two. I've got this contact, she may seem a little strange at first, but she's legit. We're goin' to visit her. She might have a clue as to what's going on," The captain ordered in his usual loud voice.
Jim, Blair, and Nathan got into their cars. Jim did not have a police vehicle. He was somewhat of a reckless driver when it came to getting his man, therefore, he went out and bought and old, blue and white, Ford truck, while Simon drove a brand new Chrysler. Blair just rode with Jim since he was supposed to be observing him for his dissertation on Sentinels and hyper senses for Ranier University.
Jim followed Simon the whole way. They would continue to drive until arriving at a driveway that was so well hidden it seemed to suddenly appear from the woods. At the end of the driveway, they came to a large, two- story, Victorian style house. The house was painted a deep blue color with white trim. The wraparound porch was painted white, had a swing, and white wicker furniture. There were bay windows on either side of the front door. This house was not the typical type of house that you would expect to find hidden deep in the woods. This was the first indication to Jim and Blair that something was weird about this place.
All three men meet at the front door and Simon rang the doorbell. A woman with long blonde hair came to the door. She was about five feet six inches tall and looked to be about the age of thirty. It was hard to tell her figure from the clothes, but she seemed trim. She wore and old pair of baggy blue jeans with holes in the knees and an Ohio State sweatshirt.
"Hello Simon, come in," she said slowly as if she had all the time in the world.
"Hello Treska. How are you?" Simon asked.
"Well, well. You finally remembered my name. I am going by Antoinette now. I am fine, thank you, and you?" she waited for a response. She spoke with a slight Eastern European accent, but yet, it still sounded like perfect English.
Before Simon could respond, Blair jumped in, "Aren't you going to introduce us to this beauty?" Blair asked, trying to be suave. This was true; she was very attractive. She seemed to be very strong, mentally as well as emotionally. She also had a demeanor about her that demanded power, like a queen. Her eyes showed age and wisdom; yet, her dark brown hair, fair skin, and grace made her seem more like a princess than a queen.
"There is no need for an introduction, your name is Blair Sandburg and the other is Detective James Ellison. Simon speaks very well of both of you and I am charmed to meet you," she held out her hand to shake both Jim and Blair's hands before continuing her conversation. "Now, go on Simon, what were you planning to say?" She seemed a little perturbed at the way Blair just decided to interrupt their conversation. Antoinette hated being interrupted. At times she talked to people as if they were inferior to her. This was one of Antoinette's biggest "royal qualities." It could be seen on Blair's face that he had picked up on her annoyance and he was somewhat upset, only because he had to take this kind of treatment from Simon all the time.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking," Simon said.
"Please come in and join me in the living room." The three men followed the enchanting woman to her elegant living room. The room was one of those rooms where one was afraid to touch anything or sit down for fear of breaking something, or making a mess. The living room seemed immaculate. The furniture was Victorian style, like the outside of the house, made from cherry wood with some black walnut trim. She had Tiffany lamps and brass lamps with fringed shades, which made the room look like it was from the twenties. However, Antoinette had a very expensive stereo in one corner. On her hardwood floor, there was an extravagant Oriental rug, which blended in with the burgundy décor. The fireplace was made of marble. It was truly a home fit for a king.or queen. "Would you like something to eat or drink?" She continued as she took Simon and Blair's coats. Jim did not want to give up his.
"No thank you, we don't need anything," Simon answered for all of them.
"Are you certain? Jim looks a little pale. Never mind, I'll bring him some water anyway."
"Antoinette, I came to your for some information. There has been a wide strain of deaths lately. The only real problem with us solving it on our own is that they are strange," Simon tried to explain.
"I know, I heard. It is all over the news," she responded.
"What are you talking about, none of this had been on the news," Jim asked suspiciously.
"Umm." she paused in thought searching for answer to cover to her mistake. "I am talking about newsletters that I get from organizations that I am enrolled. Anyway, Simon I was expecting you to be coming soon looking for explanations. I have already started researching," she added quickly to change the subject and to avoid any more questions.
"So you think you have a clue?" Jim asked. Blair was being unusually quiet. He just stared at the beautiful woman standing before him. He was mesmerized.
"No, I think that I have your answer," she answered Jim in the same cruel tone. "Jim, please take off your coat. You do look ghastly," she insisted.
"I'm sure it's just a flu or cold or something. What have you got for us?" Jim said as he was coughing.
"Nothing until you take off your coat. I feel very uncomfortable and rather insulted. I pay my bills; the heat is on. It is as if you do not trust me, which I can tell from you tones that you do not already. Please help me break this tension between us. I do not intend to harm anyone," she pleaded.
"Jim, take you coat off," Simon ordered. "You don't have anything to hide."
"All right!" Jim said angrily. "But I don't see what this has to do with this case."
"Oh, but it has plenty to do with your case," Antoinette added.
"Look!" Jim responded in a very nasty tone. Antoinette slowly lifted his arm pulling back Jim's sleeve. She examined the crook of his arm. Jim had a wound just like all of the other's infected with the devastating disease.
"Well? Are you satisfied?" Jim said.
"Do you have bruises about your body as well?" Antoinette asked inquisitively.
"No, of course not," he denied. "I'm taking off. She's crazy," Jim spoke as he began to stand to show himself out. Antoinette pushed him back into the seat as if he was a teenager and she was the parent. Antoinette kept her hand on his shoulder holding him down as she moved her face closer to his.
"You are a very stubborn man and I am shocked that you, as a police detective, would lie. You are a very strong, muscular man, yes? If this were so, a mere woman, as I am, would not have been able to push you back into this chair. Would it hurt your pride too much to admit that you, yourself, were attacked? You fear being taken off this case," Antoinette said, scolding and interrogating him at the same time, with a smirk of triumph on her face.
"That's not true," Jim said, very defensively.
"How strange, most people act alarmed when I read them. I have your answer Simon, but first I need to tend to James. He is too great an asset for you and the precinct to loose," she said. She led the three upstairs to a spare bedroom. Jim slowly stumbled up the steps; from the look on his face you could tell that he was in great pain. "I'm going to need you to get into these pajamas," she said as she pulled them out of the drawer and laid them on the bed. They were simple cotton pajamas, white with blue vertical stripes. She also pulled out a blue bathrobe. "I will leave while you do so, if that is your wish. Otherwise, you may die as all of the others have," Antoinette threatened.
"Yes, I do mind. Why can't you do this in my clothes?" he said very irritated.
"No, I am afraid I cannot do so. You see, you need to stay here for some time. It is a necessity that the wounds heal before you leave my care. Now prepare yourself with what I have given you. You may use the bath and take a shower if you wish. You may sleep for a few days, so a shower might be desired. The towels are in the closet in the bath. I will prepare what you need to get well." She left the room and closed the door behind her.
"She's crazy," Jim said as he began to pick up his coat, "Let's get out of here."
"No," Simon ordered. "She knows what she's doing. I'd stake my life on that."
Jim reluctantly did what he was asked. First, he went into the bathroom. It was luxurious. She had a whirlpool bathtub, a separate shower, and everything was tiled. It had to be the largest bathroom that Jim had ever seen. Jim decided to take his time, this way he could think and relax for a moment. In this time, Jim decided that if Simon believed in her that much, she must know what she is doing.
Authors: The Bloodsuckers
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Petfly productions; they are only mine to borrow.
Author's notes: I hope that you enjoy this story and I would love some constructive criticism, it will only make this story and my others better.
The Dark Angel
Chapter 1
In the city of Cascade, Washington, a large black police captain sits at his desk wondering to himself, "What the hell is goin' on in this city?" His name was Captain Simon Banks and he headed the major crimes unit of the Cascade Police Department. He was a cigar smoking man with a tendency to be intimidating by yelling, strange coming from a man who wore glasses and a shirt and tie everyday. "Why are all these people dying and getting sick? Why can't they remember how they got all of those cuts and bruises? If I only knew what was going on so I could stop it."
Just then two men knocked on Simon's door and walked in, closing the door with the frosted glass and the painted words 'Simon Banks, Captain,' behind them. The older of the two was tall and muscular. His hair was brown in a crew cut and his eyes were blue like a pool of water. His face was narrow and he was wearing khaki pants and a dark green turtle neck that was tucked in with a brown belt. The other man was quite different. He had long, curly, dark brown hair that stopped just at his shoulders. He had sideburns on his oval face, a square jaw, and blue eyes. He was smaller than the first gentleman, and alternative in the way he dressed, acted, and the music he listened to. With torn, patched jeans and tie dyed shirts, he looked like he stepped right out or the sixties including his earrings and his study of Sentinels. In the police station, Jim, the older man, was a police detective and Blair, the younger, smaller man, was an observer. In reality, Jim was a Sentinel with hyper senses and Blair was his guide.
"Hey, Jim, you don't look so good. Are you feeling okay?" Simon said.
"Yeah, why?"
"You're as white as a sheet! Jim, I know you want to crack this case, but if you don't feel good, then go home. I need you well, not half dead. How are your senses?" Simon said concerned about his best detective.
"I FEEL fine." Jim insisted, loudly and annoyed.
"Fine." Simon said. "What did you find out from the lab?"
"Well," Blair cut in excitedly, "the forensic pathologist said that the wounds are definitely bites, but she had never seen anything like them before. She also said that they are absolutely not human. You should see these things! They look like two swelled up purple bumps with holes in the middle. Oh, yeah, they're infected too. She said that the infection is most likely the cause of death. They didn't get the medical attention they needed. Not to mention, most of the bodies suffered some kind of plasma drainage."
"The bruises on the victims are from a struggle. These people saw whatever was coming and put up a fight. But, none of the people know who, what, when, where, why, and how." Jim cut in as he sat down on one of the chairs in Simon's cluttered office. He was slouching with his head in his hands.
"That's strange," Simon said.
"Yeah, I know," Jim and Blair said together.
"You know, the only things that I could think of that drink blood are vampires and vampire bats," Jim shot Blair an annoyed look.
"Come on, chief. This isn't a horror flick! This is real life and I don't know if your mom told you, but vampires, ghosts, and goblins just don't exist!"
"Can it you two. I've got this contact, she may seem a little strange at first, but she's legit. We're goin' to visit her. She might have a clue as to what's going on," The captain ordered in his usual loud voice.
Jim, Blair, and Nathan got into their cars. Jim did not have a police vehicle. He was somewhat of a reckless driver when it came to getting his man, therefore, he went out and bought and old, blue and white, Ford truck, while Simon drove a brand new Chrysler. Blair just rode with Jim since he was supposed to be observing him for his dissertation on Sentinels and hyper senses for Ranier University.
Jim followed Simon the whole way. They would continue to drive until arriving at a driveway that was so well hidden it seemed to suddenly appear from the woods. At the end of the driveway, they came to a large, two- story, Victorian style house. The house was painted a deep blue color with white trim. The wraparound porch was painted white, had a swing, and white wicker furniture. There were bay windows on either side of the front door. This house was not the typical type of house that you would expect to find hidden deep in the woods. This was the first indication to Jim and Blair that something was weird about this place.
All three men meet at the front door and Simon rang the doorbell. A woman with long blonde hair came to the door. She was about five feet six inches tall and looked to be about the age of thirty. It was hard to tell her figure from the clothes, but she seemed trim. She wore and old pair of baggy blue jeans with holes in the knees and an Ohio State sweatshirt.
"Hello Simon, come in," she said slowly as if she had all the time in the world.
"Hello Treska. How are you?" Simon asked.
"Well, well. You finally remembered my name. I am going by Antoinette now. I am fine, thank you, and you?" she waited for a response. She spoke with a slight Eastern European accent, but yet, it still sounded like perfect English.
Before Simon could respond, Blair jumped in, "Aren't you going to introduce us to this beauty?" Blair asked, trying to be suave. This was true; she was very attractive. She seemed to be very strong, mentally as well as emotionally. She also had a demeanor about her that demanded power, like a queen. Her eyes showed age and wisdom; yet, her dark brown hair, fair skin, and grace made her seem more like a princess than a queen.
"There is no need for an introduction, your name is Blair Sandburg and the other is Detective James Ellison. Simon speaks very well of both of you and I am charmed to meet you," she held out her hand to shake both Jim and Blair's hands before continuing her conversation. "Now, go on Simon, what were you planning to say?" She seemed a little perturbed at the way Blair just decided to interrupt their conversation. Antoinette hated being interrupted. At times she talked to people as if they were inferior to her. This was one of Antoinette's biggest "royal qualities." It could be seen on Blair's face that he had picked up on her annoyance and he was somewhat upset, only because he had to take this kind of treatment from Simon all the time.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking," Simon said.
"Please come in and join me in the living room." The three men followed the enchanting woman to her elegant living room. The room was one of those rooms where one was afraid to touch anything or sit down for fear of breaking something, or making a mess. The living room seemed immaculate. The furniture was Victorian style, like the outside of the house, made from cherry wood with some black walnut trim. She had Tiffany lamps and brass lamps with fringed shades, which made the room look like it was from the twenties. However, Antoinette had a very expensive stereo in one corner. On her hardwood floor, there was an extravagant Oriental rug, which blended in with the burgundy décor. The fireplace was made of marble. It was truly a home fit for a king.or queen. "Would you like something to eat or drink?" She continued as she took Simon and Blair's coats. Jim did not want to give up his.
"No thank you, we don't need anything," Simon answered for all of them.
"Are you certain? Jim looks a little pale. Never mind, I'll bring him some water anyway."
"Antoinette, I came to your for some information. There has been a wide strain of deaths lately. The only real problem with us solving it on our own is that they are strange," Simon tried to explain.
"I know, I heard. It is all over the news," she responded.
"What are you talking about, none of this had been on the news," Jim asked suspiciously.
"Umm." she paused in thought searching for answer to cover to her mistake. "I am talking about newsletters that I get from organizations that I am enrolled. Anyway, Simon I was expecting you to be coming soon looking for explanations. I have already started researching," she added quickly to change the subject and to avoid any more questions.
"So you think you have a clue?" Jim asked. Blair was being unusually quiet. He just stared at the beautiful woman standing before him. He was mesmerized.
"No, I think that I have your answer," she answered Jim in the same cruel tone. "Jim, please take off your coat. You do look ghastly," she insisted.
"I'm sure it's just a flu or cold or something. What have you got for us?" Jim said as he was coughing.
"Nothing until you take off your coat. I feel very uncomfortable and rather insulted. I pay my bills; the heat is on. It is as if you do not trust me, which I can tell from you tones that you do not already. Please help me break this tension between us. I do not intend to harm anyone," she pleaded.
"Jim, take you coat off," Simon ordered. "You don't have anything to hide."
"All right!" Jim said angrily. "But I don't see what this has to do with this case."
"Oh, but it has plenty to do with your case," Antoinette added.
"Look!" Jim responded in a very nasty tone. Antoinette slowly lifted his arm pulling back Jim's sleeve. She examined the crook of his arm. Jim had a wound just like all of the other's infected with the devastating disease.
"Well? Are you satisfied?" Jim said.
"Do you have bruises about your body as well?" Antoinette asked inquisitively.
"No, of course not," he denied. "I'm taking off. She's crazy," Jim spoke as he began to stand to show himself out. Antoinette pushed him back into the seat as if he was a teenager and she was the parent. Antoinette kept her hand on his shoulder holding him down as she moved her face closer to his.
"You are a very stubborn man and I am shocked that you, as a police detective, would lie. You are a very strong, muscular man, yes? If this were so, a mere woman, as I am, would not have been able to push you back into this chair. Would it hurt your pride too much to admit that you, yourself, were attacked? You fear being taken off this case," Antoinette said, scolding and interrogating him at the same time, with a smirk of triumph on her face.
"That's not true," Jim said, very defensively.
"How strange, most people act alarmed when I read them. I have your answer Simon, but first I need to tend to James. He is too great an asset for you and the precinct to loose," she said. She led the three upstairs to a spare bedroom. Jim slowly stumbled up the steps; from the look on his face you could tell that he was in great pain. "I'm going to need you to get into these pajamas," she said as she pulled them out of the drawer and laid them on the bed. They were simple cotton pajamas, white with blue vertical stripes. She also pulled out a blue bathrobe. "I will leave while you do so, if that is your wish. Otherwise, you may die as all of the others have," Antoinette threatened.
"Yes, I do mind. Why can't you do this in my clothes?" he said very irritated.
"No, I am afraid I cannot do so. You see, you need to stay here for some time. It is a necessity that the wounds heal before you leave my care. Now prepare yourself with what I have given you. You may use the bath and take a shower if you wish. You may sleep for a few days, so a shower might be desired. The towels are in the closet in the bath. I will prepare what you need to get well." She left the room and closed the door behind her.
"She's crazy," Jim said as he began to pick up his coat, "Let's get out of here."
"No," Simon ordered. "She knows what she's doing. I'd stake my life on that."
Jim reluctantly did what he was asked. First, he went into the bathroom. It was luxurious. She had a whirlpool bathtub, a separate shower, and everything was tiled. It had to be the largest bathroom that Jim had ever seen. Jim decided to take his time, this way he could think and relax for a moment. In this time, Jim decided that if Simon believed in her that much, she must know what she is doing.