Casssius Knight's Story

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Shane had completely lost track of the time, all she knew is that the sun had been down for quite some time and the only source of the light that poured in from outside the window was the shitty street light that always flickered. If she had to guess she must have been sitting there for at least 4 hours, give or take a couple years. She'd have a better idea if she got that damn clock fixed, right? Just another note on the mental to do list for her. That's the one thing about being Sheriff that always sucked, your job was never over. Shane knew that for sure. Needing a quick breather, she stood up from her squeaky leather office chair, stretching her back as she made her way over to the window. Sliding her fingers through the blinds, she tugged down on them slightly to get a visible line of sight out onto the main street of the town. Seeing as to how the streets were completely bare aside from the usual night owls and drunks of the town, she could definitely tell she had spent too much time in the P.D.

Grabbing her leather jacket off the back of her office chair, she threw it over her shoulders before exiting her office, closing the door behind her. Just as she was about to lock the door, she heard an incoming message that blasted on her walkie in the room. Reopening the door, she grabbed the walkie off her desk responding, "Go for Sheriff Dawson." At first she heard a bunch of static, then cutting in and out of one of the officers. "Come again, you cutting out!" It was another 30 seconds or so before the voice came through again, this time clear. "Sheriff, we found a body in the alley near Fig and Vine.... Uh, you should get down here." With a sigh she responded, "Alright, I'm heading out now."

Shane clipped the walkie to her belt as she walked around her desk, opening the upper right hand drawer to remove her pistol. Checking to see if it was loaded, she then tucked it into the back of her pants and locked up her office. She had assumed she was alone until she saw a desk lap on in one of the farthest offices in the P.D. Peaking her head in the doorway she was surprised to see her deputy still in the building. "Hey Casanova... Unit 7 found a body over by Fig and Vine. Wanna drive?" She tossed the keys towards Cass, before speaking a little quieter, "I'd feel a little better if I didn't go alone... After all the disappearances lately, even being Sheriff, I don't feel too safe." Then almost as if flipping a switch her demeanor changed to her more, sarcastic laid back self, "Plus," She playfully punched his shoulder, "You're like a giant! So you're probably scarier than whatever could be lurking out there, right?" She couldn't really tell if she was being somewhat serious or just trying to reassure herself. Shane wasn't dumb, she knew something was going on in this town that wasn't normal. And frankly it scared the crap out of her because so many people rely on her to keep them safe.

Cassius stared at the ceiling fan as it rotated, giving the room a choppy breeze. It wasn't overly hot but it was still warm and Cassius was a walking heater so he needed to cool down most of the time. He leaned back forward in his office chari and looked back at the paperwork that littered his desk. Ever since he became a deputy in this backwater town he had nothing but noise complaints and juvenile problems. But he would take that any day compared to his previous life where he was a PSC and he felt like he was always getting shot at. Things were starting to change though, people were going missing and some were found...dead.

Cassius reached for the computer mouse and logged himself out of the system. He seemed to be the only one in the office at the moment, but that didn't stop him from grabbing a bite to eat. Cassius had not had anything to eat all day. He sort of forgot to. Cassius was just about to head out to a local diner when his boss showed up at his desk. He sighed because he knew eating would have to wait. "Hey Casanova... Unit 7 found a body over by Fig and Vine. Wanna drive?" She tossed the keys towards Cassius and without missing a beat he caught the keys with his left hand. Shane spoke a little quieter, "I'd feel a little better if I didn't go alone... After all the disappearances lately, even being Sheriff, I don't feel too safe." Then almost as if flipping a switch her demeanor changed to her more, sarcastic laid back self, "Plus," She playfully punched his shoulder, "You're like a giant! So you're probably scarier than whatever could be lurking out there, right?" She had no idea that Cassius really could be worse than whatever was out there. He was a Fallen Angel after all and that just doesn't happen because he forgot to hold the door open for someone.

"Alright scaredy cat. I'll be your knight in shining armor today. When you say Im scarier, Im sure you don't mean by my good looks do you? He smiled as he stood up and made sure his Springfield XD was holstered. They exited the office and headed over to the garage and got in a Charger. "You know boss, things sure have been getting weird lately. Like bad juju weird. I don't like it." Cassius hated to admit it but lately his intuitions felt dark and gloomy. Like an aura had covered Cresthill and they were drowning in it. The feeling grew worse as they reached the crime scene. Something felt off, like horribly off. Something supernatural had just been here. Cassius could feel it in the air. Angels could sense others but right now he felt the primal instinct of a predator coming out of the alley. Cassius opened the door and stood up to scan the alley way. He closed his eyes and they reopened to show a slight blue glow. He activated his angelic senses so he could figure out what was going on. It was essentially night vision but he could see a wisp of darkness over a dead man's body. He turned to look at Shane and said,"Boss, I've got a bad feeling about this."

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Shane couldn't help but laugh softly as Cass said, "Alright scaredy cat. I'll be your knight in shining armor today. When you say Im scarier, Im sure you don't mean by my good looks do you?" She shook her head towards him slightly, before pulling an old knit beanie over her blonde locks. "Pssh A lady killer like you?" Shane wasn't calling him ugly by any means, and they had both worked together for so long now that Cass could understand her sarcasm. She always seemed to forget how much taller than her he was, like nearly a foot... he made her feel so tiny, but then maybe that's why she'd feel safer with him there with her. Especially after everything that's been going on in the town.

Climbing into the passenger seat, Shane fastened her seatbelt before grabbing her gun that was tucked in the back of her pants. She released the clip to make sure it had sufficient ammo, then reinserted the clip and pulled back the top portion of the barrel to have it on the ready for whatever may happen. She was lost in her own thoughts when Cass interrupted them, "You know boss, things sure have been getting weird lately. Like bad juju weird. I don't like it." Shane brought her hand up to scratch her head under the beanie, glancing down at the pistol in lap as she spoke, "Yeah I know... It's not natural. And there's a lot of talk going around wondering if I'm still suitable to be Sheriff because of what I believe." She sighed softly before looking over at him in the driver's seat, "You don't think I'm crazy do you Cass?" Sometimes she wondered about her own sanity, but logical reasoning just didn't seem to make sense anymore... unless there was a serial killer out there with a colorful taste in theatrics.

Shane almost hadn't realized at first what Cass called her, "Hey! She tauntingly smacked his chest, "What have I said about that whole boss nonsense? We've known and worked together plenty long enough for you to call me Shane. Calling me Boss makes me feel... Old." She laughed softly while shifting in her seat. Shane hated it whenever he called her Boss. She understood that he did it out of respect. But the sad fact was that Cass was the closest thing she had to a friend. She wasn't particularly known for getting close to anyone, and he was probably the one person she ever confided in, and the fact that he still called her Boss just made their relationship seem strictly business. Who knows? Maybe it was strictly professional... But the idea of having a possible friend, even if an illusion gave her a little comfort. Especially when a lot of people in the town are question her every move.

As they pulled up to the alley way, Shane slowly climbed out of the car, her pistol in her right hand with a flashlight in the left. Forearms crossed over one another so the light shown where she was aiming. For some reason a cold chill passed through her, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. "Boss, I've got a bad feeling about this." Echoed in her ears as her gaze fell upon a figure cloaked in shadow. Yeah... me too." She said it in a hushed tone as she glanced over the top of the car towards him. "Watch my six." Shane didn't wait for his agreement, she usually didn't have to because she knew he'd have her back. Slowly and carefully, she closed the distance towards the body, checking every nook and cranny before kneeling down beside the body. "I'm not even going to humor the idea of taking his pulse..." She looked over her shoulder towards Cass, "His throats' practically ripped out..." As she slowly looked back at the body, she felt the blood drain from her face, her hands shaking so badly she dropped her gun and flashlight. "No... no blood!"

Cassius exited the cop car and kept the door open to use as cover or just to access the Charger a bit quicker. Shane made her way to the body in the alley. He held his right hand over the holstered pistol he had on his belt. He knew he wasn't going to need it because whatever had caused this didn't feel nearby. Well, at least the same exact dark aura that hovered over the dead man's body. Cassius's vision had given the dark alley a slight glow, hard edges were identified with a light blue almost neon-like glow. It was almost comparable to looking into Night Vision Goggles but his vision was more clear because he wasn't relying on electronics. That aura had been logged in his memory. Supernatural beings started to make their way to this sleepy town. Why?

Taken out of his thought process by the sound of metal clattering on the ground. Shane had exclaimed,"No... no blood!". The old man's throat had been ripped out but there was none of the stuff that made the body work. Sounded like the work of a vampire. These beings had no sense of the life that they were hunting. Humans weren't animals, they had souls. Something that the vamps probably didn't have. Despicable creatures. Cassius motioned for Shane to come back,"Sheriff, come on back here. We need to call in for CSI." Suddenly beside him he felt a presence, but it felt off. "So coppers, what's the verdict? No blood? Seems kinda spooky huh?" The little girl made an exaggerated frown. "I'm safe aren't I? I'm too young to die like this poor soul here!"

Cassius looked at the blonde, she was a few years younger than what Cassius claimed to be. It was a small town so everyone knew everybody. Cassius centered himself in front of her so that she wouldn't see the victim. He replied to her comment,"Cute little act Posey, from what I hear I think a tough girl like you can take care of yourself. I'd hate to get into a fight with you." Cassius winked at her as he moved forward a bit to start nudging her away from the crime scene. He tried to change the subject. "Headed to work?"

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Shane stared at the body for a good long while with her mouth wide open in shock. Obviously she believed that these supernatural things were occurring but she never thought that it'd actually get to the point where she'd witness any of it with her own eyes. She wanted to come right out and say it... Say it had to be a vampire, right? What else could it be? But she didn't know what Cass would say, that's all she needed to do, scare off the one person that tolerates her on a regular basis. But her thoughts were interrupted when she heard him say, "Sheriff, come on back here. We need to call in for CSI."She couldn't help but laugh with a slight snort. She didn't know if he was being serious or sarcastic, but either way CSI wouldn't know what to do with this and wouldn't come to their bum-fuck-town to investigate a John Doe with no blood.

After collecting her gun and flash light, making her way back to the Charger, Shane heard a familiar voice, "So coppers, what's the verdict? No blood? Seems kinda spooky huh? I'm safe aren't I? I'm too young to die like this poor soul here!" Before Shane got a chance to add anything, Cass piped up, "Cute little act Posey, from what I hear I think a tough girl like you can take care of yourself. I'd hate to get into a fight with you. Headed to work?"

Shane holstered her pistol, and set the flash light on the trunk of the car before hooking her thumbs in her back pockets as she made her way around the vehicle. "Dude," She said glancing sideways over at Cass, "Hasn't anyone told you that you're kinda creepy when you flirt?" Shane couldn't help but laugh before looking over towards Posey, "Hey Pose. Look I'm sorry but that's classified. And as much as I don't wanna take you in, you gotta scoot or I'll have to take you in for questioning for being near the scene of the crime." She wasn't trying to come off rude or anything, but if she just let anyone walk up to her and ask questions, and get away with it, she'd start to loose authority.

Shane lowered her voice while glancing towards the girl, "I'll let you... and everyone else in the town know whenever I find out anything, ok?" She then stepped between Cass and Posey, motioning her hands for the girl to leave. "Now off you go." Shane stood there and waited until the girl left before walking back over to the trunk, removing the flashlight from it so she could open it. Pulling out a body bag and some gloves, she muttered to herself more than to Cass, "Now for the fun part."

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Shane couldn't help but feel insulted when Posey made outright, borderline inappropriate moves on her colleague. She wouldn't say she's jealous, Cass is a friend. But the simple fact that that girl could just be so... forth right with her intentions, right in front of the Sheriff, says a lot about the girl, and honestly just makes Shane not like her more. But regardless of anything she felt, she kept it to herself as she angrily removed the body bag and gloves from the trunk. She stood there for a long moment, staring down at the objects before it clicked, "Why in the fuck am I doing this? I'm the Sheriff, not the mortician." She was practically ignoring Cass as she whipped out her cell phone, dialed a number then pressed it to her ear. "Hey... Yeah, Fig and Vine... Yeah I can wait."

She hung up the phone, before grabbing the body bag and walking over to the corpse. Shane laid the bag over the body, just so anyone who walked past wouldn't see it as she waited on the mortician. Walking back over to the cruiser, she closed the trunk, then went and sat in the driver's seat so she could turn on the radio. As she flipped through channels, she shouted out of the car towards Cass, "If you're going to go after her... then just go. I have this under control." She settled on a station that had the news playing, listening to hear if anything about the body had been reported yet, but to her relief it hadn't. She wasn't in the mood to deal with the media and everyone else asking her questions, then calling her crazy when she gave her honest to God opinion.

Once the ambulance had arrived, she went over and helped the mortician get the body into the bag, put it on a stretcher and push it into the back of the ambulance. She thanked the mortician, and began to close the back doors to the ambulance while he went to get back into the driver's seat. She hit the back doors twice to let him know that he was good to go and the ambulance drove off. Shane walked back over to the Police car, getting into the driver's seat this time. She started to put her seat belt on, and sat there waiting to see if Cass was going to chase after the easy blonde or get in the car. Honestly Shane didn't care either way, she just wasn't going to sit around and wait.